Page 46 of The Billionaire's Bride
"Another, rehearsal?"
"With Liam’s fiancée and the dildo I now keep in his seat, since he doesn’t turn up."
I gape. "No, you don’t."
"Sure, I do."
"Seriously?" I giggle.
"It started out as a joke," she admits. "Now, Lila and I do it whenever he doesn’t turn up. It makes it all kind of fun."
"It is funny." I chortle.
"Yeah, I know." She rises to her feet, grabs her things then glances at me, "So, what are you going to do, then?"
"Good question." I move toward my music console, flip a switch. The strain of my favorite dance numberGirl like Meby the Black-Eyed Peas and Shakira, fills the space. I raise my arms above my head, do a little shimmy, "I suppose I could always dance. It’s one way of solving my problems." I move my hips, bump and grind. "I could pretend I am between the two of them, seducing them—"
"Umm, Ava?" I hear her call above the strains of the music.
"What?" I mumble, focusing on my steps—shake my hips, move my feet, bend, raise my arms. "Or I could rub myself up against one, then the other." I widen my legs, thrust my pelvis forward.
"Ava!" Isla says more urgently. "They are—"
"What?" I grumble. "Can I, at least, dance in my own studio, or what?" I shake my chest, undulate my body, "Maybe I could dirty dance with one, then the other, then with both, like—" I swirl around, come face to face with two heated gazes.
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"Ah." I lose my footing, and would have fallen, but Baron and Edward both step up. Baron grips my left arm, Edward my right, and I find my balance. I glance between the two of them. From Baron’s blue gaze that burns with that inner fire I am coming to recognize as uniquely his to Edward’s golden one that sweeps down my curves and eats me up before coming to rest on my face.
The tension between us builds. Heat flushes my cheeks, my chest. My nipples pebble.
"Um," Isla clears her throat, "I guess I’d better be going. Call me if you need anything, Ava."
Her footsteps recede, the door slams behind her and then I am alone, with not one, but two hot, sexy, dominant-as-hell alphaholes.
I tug on my arms, but neither of them releases me.
"Hey, guys," I half laugh, "I think you’d best unhand me."
Neither moves. Both of them glare at me, like they want to hurt me, right before they kiss it all and make it better. OMG, stop thinking about them in the plural! What the hell is wrong with me?
"Baron, Edward, please, can you release my hands? You are hurting me."
Baron instantly releases me, Edward more slowly. I step back, wrap my arms about myself. "I didn’t hear the two of you come in."
"I have the password," Baron concedes.
"Of course, you do," I complain. "Karina must have shared it with you, huh?"
"I didn’t give her a choice." He smirks. "And if she hadn’t, I’d have simply hacked into her computer."
"Another of your many skills, no doubt."
"Just something I like to play with in my spare time." His grin widens. "Of course, there are other things I’d rather be doing instead, if you must know."
My flush deepens. "Don’t think I asked, or that I care, either way."
