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I bring myself back to the conversation, well, monologue, since she hasn’t stopped talking.

“—not that I know what chandelier-hanging sex feels like, or humping like bunnies, or doing the hanky-panky, or any of those things, but in just over a year of us buyingLeashed to Love,Honeypot and I haven’t matched up people incompatible in the sheets. That says a lot.

“Anyway, not that it matters, but Honeypot’s color is red. So is mine. Tierney's and Sweetpea’s is pink. Haley and Cass’ is purple. We’re a matchmaking company, so we drew the line on black for those two.”

She takes a breath, and all three of our gazes, even Holt’s, land on her lips. Fucking hell, they’re like two soft, satin clouds, plump, perfect, and would taste like candy in our mouths.

“So back to my father,” she begins again. “We’ve always locked heads, always, but now he wants me to marry someone that he chooses, someone who will be fitting for our family status. My family owns a huge chain of luxury hotels. You probably heard of The Williams and Co Group. That’s my father.”

Who would have guessed our little hellfire is a hotel heiress?ess.

“Suffice to say I will be marrying anyone my father chooses for me. Not ever. Now let’s backtrack to Honeypot. Remember when I said my job atLeashed to Loveis to find people who are sexually compatible? Well, you know that thing that Honeypot did before? Jumping onto us and wagging her tail? Well, that means we have sexual chemistry. And like I said, Honeypot is never wrong. So I was thinking, which one of you wants to help me teach my father a lesson?

“One of you just needs to marry me. Say three months tops, and then we can get it annulled. Although given that we have this chemistry, we can have sex all three months long and then just get a divorce. Easy. So which one of you is up for the challenge?” Her pretty dark hazel eyes look at us with a hint of a plea as the breeze catches in the waves of her dark blonde hair, shimmering with hints of red.

“Sorry, you can’t only have one of us. We come as a package of three,” I say, nearly dying to see what she’s going to say.

Chapter Four

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She holds her breathfor a second, then using her hands again, she makes a circle with her index finger and says, “I’ll take the lot of you then. Deal?”

What the fuck? I want to laugh but keep it in. Even Ryder, who prefers to be stoic and unreadable, grins. Holt looks at her as if she’s straight-up crazy.

He looks at me, then Ryder. The question was clear in his dark amber eyes.We’re not fucking contemplating getting involved in this circus with her father.

Well...

A pretty, no, a fucking stunning, angelic, sexy, sublime, pulchritudinous—yeah, I read a lot. I know big words—girl asks you to marry her because she wants to stick it to her father. You don’t say no, right?

“Deal,” I say, because how the fuck could I say anything else? Ryder strokes his jaw watching the shit show I’m starring in, and Holt wants to snap my head off before he gets back to work.

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