Page 8 of Snowed in with the Billionaires

“Okay, now each of you can say hello to your girlfriend,” Tina adds.

I want the tiled floor to crack open enough for me to fall through to the bottom of the earth. It doesn’t. They come toward me. First Ren, then Kaiser, then Tristan.

I don’t breathe. Their cologne engulfs me, weakening my knees and obliterating coherent thought. I have no idea what they’re going to do. Maybe out me for the imposter that I am now?

Ren cups my cheek. His hand, cold, soothes the flaming redness in my cheeks but creates a catastrophe of mayhem in the pit of my stomach and between my legs. He lowers his head. I make the mistake of looking into his captivating blue eyes, all for a second, but that is all it takes for him to drown me in a pool of flames.

God help me.

“Girlfriend,” he murmurs, but it sounds like a question.

Well, that’s my gig over with now. He’s going to demand I reveal my true identity and state my business for being here, or they’re going to hang me from a tree outside.

The only thing I know for certain is I can’t tell them about my true purpose for being here. Admitting that would be tantamount to complete failure. I’m still holding out hope I can salvage my mission. I have to take my cues from them.

He lowers his face toward me. My gasp is immediately swallowed as Ren places his mouth over mine. I’m stunned. Astonished. Bewildered. My nipples already unquestioningly hardened, aching even more. I’m worried that I’m too wet and they'd know. It’s all those stupid dreams I’ve been having about them.

I’m reeling, spiraling out of control, right there under his touch.

He’s kissing me. Ren Knight is kissing me, and it feels surreal. He coaxes my lips to part before he slips his tongue into my mouth. My level of comprehension can only tabulate two things. Ren is kidding me. Ren shouldn’t be kissing me at all.

I’m still dazed, shocked, and confused when he releases me, and Kaiser takes me next. Am I dreaming? No, if I were, this would be a nightmare.

I’m their enemy. I’m going to steal something precious from them. They should strangle me to almost death so they could get answers out of me. Who am I? What the fuck am I doing in their cabin, cozying up with their family?

“Girlfriend,” Kaiser says, nodding in greeting, his smile making my nerves dance for him. His thumb brushes over my kiss-swollen bottom lip. He pulls on it, opening my mouth before he bends his head and takes ownership of me.

His kiss is hot, titillating, and teasing. I distance myself from the girl leaning into him, desperately trying to pull him closer. I don’t know her. She doesn’t exist. She shouldn’t exist.

Kaiser chuckles as if he’s proud of what he’s doing, luring me closer, me wanting him to press his lips harder against mine.He wipes at my bottom lip before he releases me and then sucks off the dampness.

I don’t have time to think, to process what the heck is going on. How did two of the three billionaires kiss me right on another planet?

But with lightning speed and the agility of a predator, Tristan Dane wraps his massive hand around my throat. Shock springs to my eyes. I feel it flooding my gaze as he demands I look at him. When I don’t, he squeezes.

“You have no idea what you got yourself into,” he says into my ear, only for me to hear his deep, gravelly voice sending an explosion of fire through me. He hesitates for a moment, his gaze shifting from my eyes to my mouth. Just when I think he’s going to throw me aside, his mouth crushes down on mine. I whimper against him as he bites my lips, then sucks on it, pulling me closer with his other hand. My hand forms a fist against his powerful, beating heart.

When he releases me, I almost crumple to the floor. My hold on the table behind me turns my knuckles white. If I thought I couldn’t breathe before from seeing them, kissing me renders me catatonic.

What game are they playing? How long before they stop playing and demand answers the hard way?

I’m at a loss for what to do next.

It’s only then I belatedly realize I had an audience to the complete collapse of my senses. I can’t get any redder than I am right now.

“I thought you would never release her,” Tina says, rushing back into action, and soon the kitchen is in a flurry with everyone trying to finish up the cooking. The billionaires take Uncle Klaus and Gerard to the living room, where they pour expensive-looking whiskey into glasses. I feel their gazes on me at every turn, every breath.

When is the crap-covered fan going to hit me in the face?

Tina gives me the broadest, most mischievous smile ever. Melody keeps nudging me with her shoulder. Aunt Essie predicts there’s going to be a couple of babies on the horizon soon.

They are all fucking deranged. But my cheeks remained obscenely flushed, my lips swollen, and I have a dazed look in my eyes. Not the lovesick puppy look, but the what-in-the-hell-is-going-to-happen-to-me look.

Also, do their families have any idea what men they really are? Yes, Tina mentioned they could fix all my problems, but she said that because they were rich. Does she know what Tristan, Ren, and Kaiser are going to do to me when I’m alone with them?

My mind is so muddled I can’t think of what to do next. Instead, while I fumble my way through every task Tina gives me, I still do them all. I don’t think my brain has glitched this hard in all my life.

They’re playing with me like predators play with their food before they eat them up.

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