Page 42 of Tantalizing Kings

It’s them.I know it is. I’ve been nervously waiting for them all day.

It feels like a lifetime since we made the deal and I started working for the host club. And now I’m about to go to some club with them and let them... shit. I’m not really sure what I’m about to let them do to me.Are we going to have sex right away? Am I just going to be with one of them, or are they going to take turns with me? Or fuck at the same time?

Another knock pulls me from my spiraling thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, I answer the door.

“Hello, Pretty Girl.” The huskiness of his voice and the way he looks at me like he wants to eat me up have me ready to melt into a puddle at his feet. He tsks and reaches up. My heart pounds in my chest as I wait to see what he’s going to do. I know how sinful those hands can be, but he just grabs the hair tie out of my hair and pulls it free. He takes his other hand and works it through the strands, straightening it up a little. My eyes flutter closed, and I lean into his touch. It feels good, too good. I moan as his fingers massage my scalp.

“Fuck, Pretty Girl. You're going to have to wait on making sounds like that, or I might just fuck you here.”

My eyes snap open, and I swallow hard.I mean, I’m not totally against that idea.

He chuckles at the look on my face. “Come on. The guys are in the limo waiting for us.”

Limo? I shake my head as he takes my hand and pulls me toward the vehicle.Rich people.

“Slide on in, my lady,” Grayson says, opening the door for me.

I duck down and get inside. As soon as I’m seated, I look around at the other two and get the feeling something happened before they showed up here. Declan gives me a nervous smile that I return, but when I look at Preston, he’s looking out the window—a scowl much deeper than his usual one is etched across his face.

Well, this is going to be a lovely night.“You know, if you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to,” I tell him, moving to get out of the car. “This is stupid. I shouldn’t have asked you to have sex with me.”

“Sit,” Preston commands in a firm tone. The limo starts, and I fall back into my seat. “It’s starting to sound like you're the one who doesn’t want to do this. And if that's the case, let us know now, so we don’t waste anyone else’s time.”

His harsh glare sends a wave of embarrassment over me.

“Don’t listen to Mr. Grumpy Pants. He’s pissed off he hasn’t gotten laid in a few days. But we wanted to make sure that none of us were with anyone else while we do this with you,” Declan says as he rolls his eyes.

“I never agreed to that. Just because you tell me to do something, doesn’t mean I’m going to listen,” Preston grumbles, looking back out the window. “We’re doing this. We want to. We wouldn’t have agreed to it if we didn’t.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

A hand finds my knee and I look up to Declan smiling softly at me. “I know this is unconventional. But Sadie, you're a gorgeous woman and your reason for asking us to do this for you is important to you. Therefore, it’s important to me.”

“And me,” Grayson mumbles.

“If this is how you want to experiment and become comfortable with your body and sex, we're honored you’ve chosen us to be the ones to help you with that.”

His words settle my nerves, but with the way he’s looking at me, I can’t help but blush.Why does he have to be so sweet, so perfect? Leave it to me to be attracted to someone who’s unavailable. Taken men or assholes seem to be my thing.

At least after this, I’ll know what I like, what I need, and I won’t have to settle for the first guy who tries to charm his way into my life with broken promises.

The rest of the drive is quiet, too quiet for my liking. It leaves me with my own thoughts. I should ask more questions, so I know what to expect, but I don’t want to seem like I’m stupid or bother them.

Then my mind wanders to the last time I actually had sex. It’s been a while and honestly, I should have been suspicious when Raymond stopped asking me for sex. He used to do it almost daily, then once a week, then it just stopped. And that was close to a year ago.

Now that I think about it, I maybe had sex with him only a handful of times.

Tears spring to my eyes as I think about the possibility that he’s been sleeping with other women behind my back for longer than I’ve known. I wouldn’t put it past him at this point.

“Hey.” Grayson grips my chin and guides it so I’m looking at him “What’s wrong?”

“Sorry,” I mutter, huffing out a little laugh. “It’s stupid.”

“No. You're upset, what's wrong?” he asks again.

“I’m just thinking about how lame I am.” I give him my best fake smile, trying to play it off.

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