Page 17 of Double Down & Dirty

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“Who knew I could go to Paris without ever leaving the US,” Abby said in awe as the limo pulled up to the Paris Las Vegas Hotel. A half-scale replica of the Eiffel Tower loomed overhead. The first pre-award party they were attending tonight was being held at the Parisian hotel’s Chateau Nightclub & Rooftop. They had two other parties along the strip they’d be stopping at before heading back to their own hotel.

After Remi and Gray had rocked her world in the boutique’s dressing room, and she’d recovered from two amazing orgasms, the three of them had unanimously agreed on the blue and silver dress for her to wear tomorrow night to the awards ceremony. The men had picked out jewelry for her as well, while she’d found a stunning pair of silver stilettos at the shoe display. Whilst Remi paid for everything, Gray had distracted Abigail, so she had no idea what everything had cost. She was sure she would’ve had a heart attack if she’d been allowed to see the receipt. There hadn’t been any prices on the tags she’d been able to sneak peeks at. Apparently, everything had been computerized.

Once the items had been secured in the limo, their daytime driver, Luann, took them off the strip to another boutique. That one had specialized in vintage clothing. Before entering the first shop for the gown, Gray had asked the female chauffeur to find a store which specialized in retro clothes for them, and Abigail was blown away by the twins’ attention to detail. They remembered things she’d said she liked, and it hadn’t taken them long to agree on a dress similar to the one she’d worn the night before. Gray and Remi had both said they loved her hour-glass figure in the 50s era cut.

The hem of this dress landed just below her knees, and it had a red underskirt with a black layer partially draped over it. The top portion was a black halter, tied behind her nape, with the color running down the outer curve of her breasts then under them to her waist and below. The dark color offset the red cups with the sweetheart neckline covering her breasts, a bow sitting between them. It was fun and flirty, and since Vegas had gone country for the weekend, she’d paired it with the black, cowgirl boots she’d packed. They were new, and she’d only worn them once before, so they were in perfect condition to wear to the parties.

Gray and Remi were holy-hell handsome in their chosen attire. Gray was wearing black jeans, black cowboy boots, and a steel gray, button-down shirt. She’d teased him earlier that it was the first time she’d seen him dress for his name. Meanwhile, Remi had donned blue jeans, a black T-shirt, black boots, and a black sports jacket. His two-day beard and mustache, still hiding the bruise on his jaw she hadn’t asked him about, completed the look. Her men were drool-worthy as usual. And, yes, for at least this weekend, they were her men. She’d deal with the possibility this fantasy would fizzle out and end on Monday, when she returned to Tampa.

Edward, their chauffeur for the evening again, pulled up to the valet, and one of the attendants opened the door. Before any of them climbed out of the back of the limo, the paparazzi and fans gathered behind ropes started taking pictures like crazy, without even knowing who was about to emerge. Abigail was amazed at the frenzy, and this was just for one party. There would be more at the other two being held at different hotels. “Is it always like this?”

Remi climbed out and then held out his hand to help her. “It depends. Sometimes it’s a little tamer, and sometimes it’s worse. Just smile and ignore the vultures and you’ll be fine.”

“Remi! Grayson! Who’s your date?”

“Was she the cause of your breakup with Aurora?”

“Look this way!”

“Remi!”

“Did Aurora catch you cheating?”

“Gray! This way!”

“What’s her name?”

“What’s your name, sweetie?”

Abigail was shaking in her boots at all the yelling, questions, and demands, but the hotel guards kept everyone behind the ropes, and Gray and Remi closely flanked her on the way inside. One’s arm was around her shoulders, the other’s around her waist. Camera flashes came at them from almost every angle, and a twenty-something woman even lifted her shirt and displayed her bare breasts for the twins, who ignored her. She was quickly escorted away by security.

As the doors shut behind them, the din died down a little. At least in here, the noise was from the party-goers and music. Before leading her into the club, Gray brought her hand to his lips. “Are you okay, little one? I’m sorry, we should have prepared you for that. We forgot you’ve never had to deal with this side of things before.”

Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly. “I think I’m okay. I just need a minute and maybe a drink to calm my nerves.”

Remi grinned. “Gray can give you the minute while I fetch us drinks. Wine, champagne, or something else?”

“I-I don’t know. Um ... surprise me.”

Something about her request had Remi’s smile widening. His eyes filled with ... with something she couldn’t figure out. Adoration? Pleasure? Love? No, definitely not love. She’d only been with them for less than two days—hell, they hadn’t even slept together yet. Love wasn’t on the radar at this point. Well, whatever it was, he was happy and that made her happy. He placed a kiss on her cheek, his coarse whiskers rasping against her skin. “Can’t go smearing your lipstick this early in the evening. I’ll meet you two inside.”

As Remi strode into the club, Gray leaned down and whispered in her ear, “He’s pleased because you trusted him to make the drink choice for you. I know it sounds like something really simple and insignificant, but a Dom takes great pleasure in taking care of his submissive. We want to provide for you, pamper you, pleasure you, and simply be with you. That’s what makes us happy, sweet Abby. Well, that and your orgasms.”

He stood straight again and winked at her. “Ready to go inside?”

Smiling, she nodded. “Yes. Just don’t leave my side. I’m nervous enough as it is.”

“Trust me, Abby. At no time will you be left unattended. If that happened, as hot and sexy as you look, we’d be fighting men off left and right. Either Remi or I or both of us will be attached to you all night, unless you have to use the ladies’ room, of course. But if you need us in there, we’ll make it happen.”

Relaxing a little more at his teasing, she let him lead her toward the doors of the club. “I think I can handle the ladies’ room on my own, thanks.”

“If you insist.”

As they entered the club, the volume increased again. Conversation, laughter, and drinks flowed. Abigail immediately recognized several famous celebrities and country music singers. There were even a few from other genres present, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. They found Remi paying for a round of their drinks at the bar, and he handed her a flute of champagne. Gray took a tumbler of whiskey from his brother and waved at someone across the room. Abigail turned to see who it was.

Summer Hayes ran over with a huge grin on her face. The twenty-eight-year-old, short-haired blonde was another one of BDR’s bestselling country artists. However, unlike Aurora, Summer was as sweet and amicable as she could be. She always took time to chat with Abigail anytime she was at the Tampa offices, and had even taken her out to lunch one afternoon while on a break from a day of recording.

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