Page 31 of Kings & Corruption

“With the dresses,” I specified, picking up one of the boxes.

He flashed me a wide smile. “No problem.”

He stacked three of the remaining boxes in his arms and followed me up the stairs to my room, where he set them on the sofa in the sitting area.

I started for the hall but he put a hand on my arm to stop me. “I got it.”

“I can help,” I said.

“You stay. I’ll take the elevator this time.”

I stared up at him. “Wait… there’s an elevator?”

He shrugged. “Sure. I assumed someone showed you.”

“They didn’t.” What else did the house have? A robotic butler?

“It’s tucked away. I’ll show you sometime,” he said.

Great. Just what my ass needed, an elevator. I made a mental note to keep taking the stairs, and maybe visit the gym on the second floor too. I’d spent the last year carrying twenty pounds on my back and walking all over the world. I was going to have to replace the exercise with something.

I started going through the boxes while Rock brought up the rest. There were nine in total: six designer dresses that together probably cost as much as a reliable new car, plus shoes, a handbag, and a gorgeous Fendi coat.

“Need anything else?” Rock asked when he was done. “A hand opening the rest of them? A bath? An orgasm?”

I rolled my eyes. In any other scenario the over-the-top flirting from Oscar and Rock would have been smarmy, but they were so good natured it was easy to get sucked into their banter.

“I’m good.” I turned him around — my god, these guys really were enormous — and shoved him toward the door before I caved and took him up on his orgasm offer. “Thanks for the help.”

He chuckled knowingly. “Anytime.”

I pushed him into the hall and closed the door in his face.

His perfect, beautiful face.

Then I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. I was starting to wonder if I could be trusted around my new roommates.

Well, Rock and Oscar anyway. I’d rather take a bath in simmering oil than fuck Neo Alinari.

But really, I couldn’t afford to think about fucking any of them. So why did my body feel tight, coiled with tension that I was absolutely certain could be banished by a little naked playtime with Rock or Drago?

Or RockandDrago.

Now that would be interesting.

My pussy pulsed at the thought and I hurried to one of the nightstands to look for something to open the boxes. I’d only been at Aventine for twenty-four hours and I was already losing my shit. I needed to clear my head and focus.

First: pick a dress.

Next: take a nap.

Lastly: a hot bath and a self-administered orgasm.

I needed to get these boys out of my dirty fucking mind (emphasis onfucking).

And fast.

Chapter15

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