Page 48 of The Billionaire's Bride
"So, there is some level of transparency?" I venture.
"Exactly," Edward nods. "Earlier, each of us kept speculating about what the other was up to. This way, at least, whatever is happening is out in the open."
"Right." I glance between them again. "You do know that I am not compromising on the no-sex clause."
Edward scowls. Baron glowers back at me.
"Well?"
Edward seems like he is about to say something, then firms his lips.
"I am not deviating from that." I draw myself up to my full height. "I am not sleeping with either of you guys."
Both stay quiet. The silence stretches.
"Guess neither of you is happy with that," I say softly. "But that’s one thing I am not budging on." I glance between them again, "So what do you say?"
Baron’s jaw tics and a nerve throbs at his temple. Edward glares at me, his amber eyes glowing with a golden light that seems to flare even brighter.
"Well?" I say. "Guess you are both not on board with it, then?" I hunch my shoulders. "If you’re not, then I guess you should both leave now."
I am about to turn away, when Baron snaps, "Fine." He grumbles, "Fine, no-sex, for the time-being."
My muscles unwind. I nod, turn to Edward, "And you?" I murmur. "What do you say, Ed?"
"You’re killing me, Eve," he says softly.
"Is that a ‘no’?"
"It’s a ’yes.’" He pinches the bridge of his nose. "I can’t believe I am agreeing to it, but yeah, fine, no sex. Temporarily."
"No sex." I hold out my palm. "Promise me, neither of you will push it."
"What?" Baron scowls.
"What the fuck?" Edward glares at me.
"Promise me." I jerk my chin toward my upturned hand.
Baron growls, then places his large palm on my much smaller one.
"What-fucking-ever," he gripes.
My lips quirk as I turn to Ed.
He holds my gaze, then cushions my palm with his, sandwiching my hand between his and Baron’s. Heat suffuses my spine. My thighs clench. Warmth from the point of contact with both of them sinks into my blood.
"Fine," Edward grumbles, "we’ll do it your way."
17
Ava
I glance over the rim of my menu at the two men who sit opposite me. Luckily, we are seated at a round table at the restaurant, so we didn’t need to argue over who was going to sit next to me. Not that they would have fought over that…. I blow out a breath. They totally would have fought over that. Who wants to bet that before the evening is over, the two of them will have come to blows with each other? Right now, though, they are both seated with their drinks in front of them, studying their own menus.
Baron’s blond hair is combed back. He’s wearing a button-down white shirt that sets off his tan. He's clearly made an effort to dress up for dinner. The strong chords of his throat flex as he takes a sip from his drink before placing his tumbler down on the table. Both men are, of course, drinking whiskey… And yes, it's the same brand. Their tastes clearly run similarly…including in women.
I wince, glance at Edward. His dark hair has shots of brown woven through it. His skin color is darker than Baron’s, his jaw more pronounced. He’s wearing a white T-shirt that stretches across his broad shoulders. It shows off his biceps, while the tattoo I’d seen on him earlier peeks from under his collar. His hair is disheveled, thick tufts falling across his forehead. Somehow, he seems untamed, unleashed…the mask he’d worn earlier having been ripped away from him at some point. He’d set aside his priest’s collar and with it, apparently, the veneer of civility he had donned at one point.
