Page 21 of Love in Sight

Fourteen

“Hello?” Greyson’s voice rings through the phone.

“Hey, Greyson. It’s Lya Vanderhall. I know it’s Saturday, but there’s an issue with your app and I want to meet up with you to talk about it.”Lie.

“You can’t just tell me over the phone?” he asks in his normal cocky tone. Of course he has to ask questions.

The conversation I want to have is one that needs to be done in person.

“No, I can’t,” I utter, hoping he’ll take the hint that this is nonnegotiable.

“Okay, I’m out running errands already, so want to meet at Mocha Jo’s and we can grab coffee?”

Relief floods my body. “Perfect. See you in twenty minutes.”

The line goes dead.

He hung up on me. He’s an asshole, but for some reason this particular asshole makes my heart skip a beat and my panties wet.

The guys are playing their weekly poker game when I step into the kitchen. Saturdays are usually full of games around here. Poker, Monopoly, and video games are the go-tos. Planting myself on Zep’s lap, I ask, “Who’s winning?”

“You already know it’s Thiago, baby. He can read us like the back of his hand.” Rian lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Should have guessed.” I wiggle my hips to get comfortable on Zep’s lap. “I’m about to go meet with Greyson at Mocha Jo’s. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

“Are you sure you want to go meet with Greyson? The three of us can take that sweet pussy right here,” Zep whispers. His breath hits my ear, causing goosebumps to spread down my arms. He gently pinches my earlobe between his teeth, causing me to rock my hips, grinding into his lap.Two can play at this game.

“Mmm… as good as that sounds, I still want to see where this goes.” I slide off Zep’s lap, teasing him as my hand lingers over his noticeable erection in his sweatpants. “I’ll make you a promise though. When I get home later, I’ll let the three of you fight it out for who gets to eat me for dinner.”

I wink and sashay toward the door before they get a chance to give me a reason to stay.

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I buya caramel latte and head to my favorite corner table to wait for Greyson. I feel queasy even thinking about asking the arrogant Greyson Nash to get to know me and my three boyfriends. He’ll probably just laugh in my face. What I’m about to do is completely insane.

What if I've misread the whole situation and he thinks I’m a psycho?

Am I crazy for wanting to get to know Greyson when I already have three men?Probably.

I’m pulled from my thoughts when a large figure comes into my peripheral. The sight of him in jeans and a black t-shirt causes me to give him a huge cheesy smile. His shirt stretches across his wide chest, hugging his pecs tightly as I see his muscles move beneath his shirt. His biceps bulge as the sleeves tightly wrap around them. His veiny, muscular forearms are bare, only disrupted by a gold Rolex. His jeans hang low on his hips, tightly gripping onto his thighs and making his thick legs stand out. Mmm... I like casual Greyson.

Something that looks like appreciation shines in his eyes when he sees my smile.

“Hi Lya.” Greyson sits in the chair across from me.

“H-hey, thanks for meeting me.” My voice wavers. Stupid nerves.

“What’s up? What couldn’t you say over the phone?” he asks as he sips his coffee.

“Umm, so I actually don’t need to talk to you about the app,” I slowly say, trying to calm my nerves.

“Okay, what do you want to talk about then?” Confusion spreads across his handsome face, like a million thoughts are going through his head.

I take a deep breath. I may be in way over my head. Is it too late to abort the mission?

“I wasn’t exactly up front with you the other day… I am taken, that part was true, but what I didn’t tell you was that I’m taken by three men.”

“I’m sorry. Did I hear you right? Did you say you’re with three men?” He chokes on the words.

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