Page 21 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

“She’ll be fine. Daemon might be less than polished, but he’s not a brute. Just terribly frank.”

“Which scares the shit out of me.” I don’t need to say what we are both thinking. “We should have drawn straws or something to decide who got to stay with her.”

“Real mature.”

Warren places another mug of coffee in front of me and I hit it back like Johnny Walker on New Year’s Eve. Another wave of caffeine jolts through my system and wards off sleep for the moment.

“Honestly our plan was to seduce her over the holidays. None of us said we would whisk her off to another country. This is new territory for all of us.”

Hearing Warren admit to flying by the seat of his pants has me stopping cold, mug halfway to my lips.

“We all agreed if we saw a chance, we would take it. Don’t let it eat you up that there’s not a script for the next part. That New Year’s party wasn’t planned either and it went rather well, don’t ya think? I had no idea she would be there.”

Warren is quiet, lost in his head. Probably mapping out everything we have to do down to the time we eat dinner and dessert. I grin to myself. Maybe Jemma will help loosen him up. Ever since I’ve known the man, he has been wound tight. Controlling, most people say. Most days I agree. But after getting to know him I realize it goes deeper than control. His family depends on him and he takes that shit seriously.

I peer into my empty coffee cup and move it aside. I take the laptop and fire it up. Maybe I can read that counter-proposal in fifteen minutes. But the screen opens up to where we left it on the flight over.

I scroll, my eyes going wide the longer I look.

“Holy shit. She did it.”

“What?” Warren spins the computer around.

“Found the missing section of code. She solved the problem.”

“Let me see again.” I flip the laptop around and point to the section of code. “Here you see that? Fuck, that’s sexy as hell.”

Warren’s eyes are as wide as mine. “When did she have time?”

“I guess while we snored our asses off she got up.”

I lean my elbows on the counter. “Is it wrong to get a hard-on for someone’s brain?”

Warren whips his head back and forth. “Nope.”

Jemma

To my right I watch the snow drift by. In the shower. Actually, the entire wall is glass and gives a breathtaking view of Paris.

From the open door of the bathroom to my left I spy a set of clothes spread out on the bed for me as I step out of the shower. It’s all so surreal.

The location, the company. This hotel suite.

It’s the middle of winter in freaking Paris. And I’m here. Holy crap! Part of me wants to squeal with glee at ticking something off my wish list. But I keep it cool and take the towel Daemon hands me. Or at least I try.

He puts a hand on my shoulder and turns me around. Warmth engulfs me when he wraps one fluffy towel around my shoulders so large it hangs past my knees while taking another to dry my hair.

He’s in no hurry it seems. He makes sure to soak up the extra water from each section and then sets to work on my body just as methodically. I moan a little in appreciation. It’s like drying with clouds.

While I might come from money my parents never saw the need to go all out and spend on frivolous things like decadent towels and trips abroad. And now that I’m on my own, well, let’s just say I can’t exactly eat plane tickets or towels.

Daemon kneels in front of me, taking a foot to rest on his knee. With more gentleness than I expect he dries my leg, foot and each toe.

I take him in as he silently cares for me. He’s so handsome. Not in the polished,I’m a billionaire and I want you to know it way. There’s not a flaunting, flamboyant bone in his body. Not Daemon. He’s more the rough around the edges, quiet type who’d rather show by action than talk about it, I’m quickly learning.

He has a rugged build and stands a couple of inches taller than the other two. I’ve only known him as a professor who is distant, direct and always in teacher mode. Except for the few times our gazes locked over the podium. In those stolen moments my imagination always took over.

He moves me to the bedroom featuring a huge four-poster bed pushed up against a window showcasing the Eiffel tower. Stunning.

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