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Hendrix’s eyes go dark. “Yes, you are.”

Damian shifts uneasily.

“Oh! I meant food, donuts, and other pastries. I own a bakery.”

“Hmm.”

I don’t know what to make of Hendrix’s response. I also need more help. “I’m confused. Why take the case? You don’t even know if I’m guilty, or what the charges are.” I take a deep breath. “Or if you’d want me as your girlfriend.”

His big hand squeezes mine. “Baby, the second I saw you, I had to have you.”

“I felt the same way.” Why do I say that? Sure, I wanted him to kidnap me… Okay, I did feel the same way. I just didn’t consider it possible. And I had bigger issues, which I still have, but they seem so much smaller now.

“The way we connected through that tiny glass window, I sensed my future.”

My entire world just got tossed into my big dough mixer. Nothing feels normal anymore. I look at Damian, desperate for him to say yes. “What about you?”

Damian drags a hand over the back of my head and grips my hair, tilting my head up. His lips crash onto mine. I willingly open for him, and he takes what I offer.

“Enough,” Hendrix growls.

The hierarchy I’d suspected plays out.

As Damian steps back, he says, “I didn’t see you until we were inside the room, but my fucking heart stopped. If you hadn’t agreed to be our girlfriend, I might have died.”

I nod as Hendrix lowers his hand to my thigh. His thumb easily reaches down, caressing between my legs as much as my skirt will allow. I’d thought I needed to look professional for the lawyer to take me seriously. Normally I’m a sundress and flip-flops kind of girl.

“Will we get in trouble?” My breaths grow heavy.

“Not since you’re a good girl and agreed to be our girlfriend.” Hendrix moves both of his hands to my knees, allowing his fingers to dabble at the hem of my skirt.

The way he saysgood girlis so vastly different than the good girl I’ve always considered myself. My panties are soaked. But my kind of good girl would have never taken this offer. She’d play it safe. That’s gotten her nowhere.

The good girl that agreed to be their girlfriend? I’m glad they introduced me to her. She could have a lot of fun and would have been either of their girlfriends, no strings attached.

Gentle pressure guides my knees apart. My skirt sags between them, allowing me a touch of decency that I’m not sure I want.

Theyare what I want.

A knock on the door kills the moment. Panic consumes me. Hendrix’s firm grip on my knees won’t let me close them. Damian is already up, covering the window with his buff, oversized body.

“I have the room scheduled right now,” a muffled voice says through the door.

“Sorry, our client is in distress. Our debriefing is going to run long. Find another room.”

There’s a brief exchange between the two, but I lose track of it as Hendrix moves a hand under my skirt. A million questions threaten, like what if the scheduled person comes back with a key. Hendrix’s hands are around my hips. He pulls me so that my ass is on the edge of the chair.

“Be a good intern, Damian, and keep that door closed.”

“Anything to protect her.”

Protect me?

“You ready to be ours?” Hendrix asks.

“Yes.” This is happening, and more importantly, I want it to. I played it safe my whole life, except for taking my sister to the donut shop, then went right back to being a good girl. What’s the catch? Why do these wealthy, powerful men want me?

I can’t escape the obvious. Might as well try to take advantage of it and fall into the role. “Are you ready for your payment?”

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