“What made you think we’d ask you to, Abby?” Gray asked softly. “We love seeing you at the office. The only thing that’s changed is we’ll be seeing you away from there, too. To be honest, we’ve been waiting for the right time to ask you to move in with us.”
“What?” Astonished, Abigail sat up quickly and swung her feet to the ground. Her gaze went back and forth to the two men grinning at her. “M-Move in with you? Just like that?”
Remi took her hand and squeezed it. “Just like that, sweetheart. Don’t look so surprised. It may have taken a while to figure out what was right under our noses, but you’re it for us, Abby. When we get home, we’ll swing by your apartment so you can get some clothes and whatever else you need.” He paused, his smile faltering. “Unless that’s not what you want. If you need time to think about it, you can have it.”
Abigail’s mind was spinning. They wanted her to move in with them. Was that the first step to a forever relationship, or would they one day get tired of her and kick her out of their bed and their business? Neither of them had mentioned the word love or marriage. Hell, how did a marriage like that even work?
Standing, she paced back and forth while they silently watched her. Her fathers once told her that if you took a chance, something good might happen or something bad might happen, but if you didn’t take the chance, nothing happened. Finally, she stopped in front of them. “Can we slow down just a little? I want to say yes so badly, but I still feel like I’m waiting for you to realize I’m not what you’re looking for. Could we ... I don’t know ... date for a bit?”
“Absolutely. If that’s what you need and want, then you’ll have it.” Gray held out his hand to her, and when she took it, he pulled her to stand between his legs as Remi got to his feet and embraced her waist from behind. “But know this, I could spend a hundred lifetimes with you and never tire of seeing you, touching you, and pleasing you every day.”
Remi smiled against her neck. “Not sure when my brother became a poet, but I doubt if I can top that. However, the same goes for me, Abby. If you need time, you have it. But that doesn’t mean we’re going to stop what we’ve started. When we get home, you’ll fill out a limit list, and we’ll start the process for you to be allowed to accompany us to our club. We won’t be able to play there until you’ve been vetted, but you’ll be able to observe and learn. Are you okay with all that?”
Relieved, Abigail relaxed into their arms. “Yes ... Sirs, I’m very okay with that. Thank you.”
On the table next to him, Gray’s phone chirped with a text message for the third time during their conversation. The first two he’d ignored, but now he picked the phone up and checked the message. His brow furrowed. “Rem, grab the laptop. Summer says ‘all hell has broken loose’–whatever that means—and we need to check the entertainment news.”
As Abigail sat down next to Gray, who was signing into Twitter on his smartphone, Remi pulled his laptop from its case and booted it up. Gray found what was going on faster than his brother and cursed. “Fucking bitch! I’m going to strangle her!”
“What?” she asked, trying to see the small screen. Remi cursed as well and turned the computer around so Abigail could see it. “Oh. My. God! W-What?”
All over social media were pictures of Abigail, Remi, and Gray that were taken over the weekend—that wasn’t the problem. What had them all shocked was how every article was about the three of them being in the BDSM lifestyle, stating they were involved in deviant sex acts when they went to the club they belonged to—The Covenant.
“Fuck!” Remi spat as he dialed a call on his own phone. “Ian, Devon, and Mitch are going to be fucking pissed!”
Shaking her head at all the hashtags and vile comments she was seeing associated with the articles, tweets, and posts, Abigail asked, “Ian ... Ian Sawyer? Why will he be pissed?”
“Ian and his brother and cousin own The Covenant. It’s a very private, elite club we belong to, and one of the things they hate is the media.”
Abigail paled. “Oh, shit. My fathers are going to see this.”
As Remi stood and paced while he apologized profusely to Ian Sawyer, Gray pulled Abigail into his arms and closed the laptop, tossing it aside. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. This has to be Aurora’s doing, but we’ll fix it. We’ll talk to your dads, and all this will be old news after a few days. But there’s no way you’re going to your apartment now. I’m sure the paparazzi will be parked out there soon, if they’re not already. You’re coming home with us. For now, let me call the PR department and have them start on damage control. Then we’ll get increased security at the house and office.”
After nodding, she lifted her chin and kissed Gray on the lips. This wasn’t their fault at all, and she didn’t want them to think she blamed them. She’d deal with her fathers later—they were on vacation in Bermuda anyway—but for now, there was work to be done. “I’ll call PR. I am, after all, your secretary, and this is what I do best.”
A sexy grin spread across his face. “Oh, I can think of several things you do better. In fact, once we take care of all of this, I’m going to ask you to do a few of them.”