Page 6 of Room Seventeen

“You obviously know who we are, and yet you want to remain anonymous. Why?”

I bite my lip and clasp my hands in front of my body. Suddenly, I feel very unsure about this plan. How did I think I could keep up a ruse like this to gain a night of passion with these three men who I know will not treat me like some nameless slut they’ll never see again? I can’t fathom them treating any woman like that, anonymous or otherwise.

“It doesn’t matter.” Xander takes a step forward, his hand held up to Darian. “This is her fantasy, and if it requires her being anonymous, then for tonight, we honor her wish.”

“And be damn thankful it’s us she wants.” Garrett adds.

The muscles in Darian’s jaw flex, but he nods reluctantly and takes a seat in one of the two wingback chairs in the room. “Fine, we won’t ask you your name.”

“Or try to guess,” I squeak out meagerly.

A faint smile tilts the corners of his delectable mouth. “Or guess. Or ask questions that force you to reveal your identity. However, Ivy,” He punctuates my name, letting me know he knows it’s bogus, “we have some rules of our own before we start tonight.”

I glance at the ground and nod. “Okay.”

“Your invitation said you’d submit your body to us and obey our every command. Is that true?”

I nod again, a faint blush hitting my cheeks while my pussy involuntarily clenches in anticipation.

Xander takes a seat in the other wingback chair, his drink in his hand. “Have you been with three men at the same time before? Do you understand what being with us means?”

“I understand what it means.”

“And?”

I bite my lip. “No, I’ve never been with three men before, but I read books.”

Garrett chuckles, “Two men?”

I swallow the lump in my throat, “No.”

“Are you a virgin?” Darian asks almost accusatory, his voice hoarse as he grits out the words.

“No.” I dismiss the accusation with a confidence I do not have. While I’m not a virgin, I might as well be with my lackluster experience to date. I’ve had sex twice in my life, both times miserable, painful failures that did not require repeat performances. I guess that’s what I get for having sex with someone I only had lukewarm feelings for.

But I’ve been in love with these three for almost six months, and my feelings have only deepened over time. While I interviewed with all of them, it was Garrett whom I fell for first. He’s a natural flirt and has a way of making a girl feel special when he’s talking to her. It took me a week to fall for Xander, who is a lot broodier than the other two. But the first time he let down his defenses with me, the first time I saw him smile and heard him laugh, I was a goner. Then there is Darian, who at times I think avoids me. He doesn’t task me with work like the other two, doesn’t call me into his office several times a day, and never invites me out to lunch, which Xander and Garrett do at least every couple weeks. For the longest time I thought he didn’t like me, and only tolerated me because Xander and Garrett praise my work on the regular, but then I stayed late one night to help him put a proposal together for a prospective client and caught him checking me out with more than veiled interest. I also saw as the mask of indifference slid into place when his eyes met mine, but later he showered me with praise on a job well done with a hefty bonus in my next paycheck. After that, things were different between us. I stopped taking his restrained approach as dislike and fantasized it was something more.

“I see.” Darian clenches his slacks in his fists, his pupils dilated as his gaze roams over me. “If tonight is to happen—”

“If?” I blurt out.

“When,” Garrett replies.

Darian looks at his partners before returning his eyes to me. “Before tonight happens, Ivy, we need you to understand what being with the three of us is like. We don’t want to take turns with you, although that might happen as well, but the three of us will take you simultaneously. We will stretch you, push you beyond anything you’ve experienced before, and test every boundary you think you have.”

“Every minute will be pure pleasure, sweetheart.” Xander shakes his head at Darian. “You don’t have anything to fear with us.”

Darian nods, “Every minute will be pure pleasure.”

“Do you understand?” Garrett says from the sofa behind me.

I turn my head and then my body, making eye contact with each of them as I do a wobbly circle on these blasted stilettos. “I understand.”

“Good.” Darian says, “Now strip for us.”

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Darian

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