Page 22 of Room Twenty-Three: Tangled & Teased

“We’re leaving in half an hour. We have a meeting booked with the Dean of the University. It’ll give you time to finish whatever it is you’re doing.”

I smile at Erin as I reply to Atty, “Half an hour.”

Chapter 8

Erin

Beauwalkstothedoor and turns the lock, before he places his cell on the dresser and strolls back to me. “I have half an hour. But before we go any further, tell me why do you really want to go into the room at Club Sin?”

“To come.” I shrug my shoulders. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Why don’t you wait for a nice guy your age?” His words contradict his actions as he slides a stray piece of hair over my ear, his thumb sliding over the shell. I try to stop myself from pushing my cheek into his palm.

Beau’s eyes are on mine the whole time, waiting.

“I’ve never had a thing for guys my age,” I say. “Only had a thing for one man, and he is older than you.”

“And what happened there?” His finger slides from my ear, down my neck and strokes delicately at the skin on my shoulder.

“Nothing. Zilch. He’s happily married, never looked twice at me,” I murmur. “Story of my life.”

“Did you want him to look at you?”

I sigh. “No, not really. I’m not interested in men who are in relationships. It was a stupid teenage crush. My seventeen-year-old brain didn’t understand it at the time. My eighteen-year-old brain couldn’t accept it. By the time I got to twenty-years old, I realized it was an infatuation I had to get rid of.”

“And did you?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“And now you want three older men to take you into Club Sin and give you something you’ve never had before?”

“Mmm, mmm.”

His finger plays with the thin strap of my dress, before he slides it over my shoulders, followed by my bra straps after he unclips the bra from behind. “Do you think you could handle three men?”

I shiver when his finger grazes between my breasts.

“It doesn’t matter. They don’t want me.” I say, staring into his eyes as his hands play with the hem at the top of my dress. I should stop him, but I want to prove I am ready for whatever he... or they can give me.

“I want to,” he says. “I just don’t want you to get hurt when we can’t continue. Jove is right, you’re too young, too naïve, and our client.”

His words are like a hammer to my heart, but if I keep this casual and not let him know exactly how much I find the three men attractive. Maybe there is still a chance they’ll be the men with me in room twenty-three. “Yes, I’m younger than you, but I prefer older men. I’m not naïve. It’s not as though I don’t touch myself. I haven’t lived in a convent.” My words are coming out desperate now.

Beau chuckles. “You touch yourself?”

“Every night...”

“Here? In this house?”

“In this bed.” I twist my head around and hope he visualizes me spread on the bed with my hand between my legs.

“Fuck,” he growls. Surprising me, because I never took him for a growler. Atty, yes, definitely not Beau or Jove.

I like it.

“With your hand, or...”

I know what he is asking. I don’t remove my gaze from his as I speak. “I have a vibrator for when I want to imagine it being someone instead of myself.”

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