Page 33 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

Chapter Eleven

Merrick

“She’s finally asleep,” Baron said as he emerged into the kitchen.

I was seated on a stool at the island counter, a cup of black coffee cradled in my hands. The coffee maker sputtered quietly in the corner, punctuated by the occasional hissing plume of steam rising into the air. After a long, adrenaline-filled night at the concert—and in the car on the drive back to Kenna’s place—I was exhausted. But one of us had to stay awake in order to keep watch.

I trailed my thumb over the rim of my cup, replaying the evening’s events. I should have known that sex with Kenna wouldn’t be a one-time thing.

What about my career?

I scrubbed a hand over my mouth. I didn’t give a damn about that question rattling around in my brain, hammering at my skull with damned persistence.

My heart wanted Kenna.

Baron shrugged out of his jacket, draped it over the stool beside me, and started rolling up his sleeves. After digging around in the cabinets for a minute or two, he had the ingredients for pancakes sprawled across the kitchen counter and he set to work.

“We’ve crossed a line, you know that, right?” I pointed out.

Baron kept his back to me while he started measuring ingredients into a bowl.

“Do you regret it?”

I said nothing, staring at the silvery veins in the pale marble countertop. My body still hummed with the memory of Kenna in the car, obeying Baron’s orders without arguing, which was rare. I felt no jealousy toward Troy this time, especially when he was the one who had to sit back and watch. And the silky glide of Kenna’s pussy wrapped around my cock…no, there wasn’t an ounce of regret for what we’d done.

“I didn’t think so,” Baron said, shooting a knowing glance over his shoulder. He paused as he studied me. “Unless it’s the sharing part that you regret.”

I didn’t reply right away. To my surprise, I didn’t mind it. Kenna had a big appetite and she clearly wasn’t intimidated by having all three of us at her beck and call. Somehow, she managed to balance Troy, Baron, and me with ease, even though our egos and personalities were known to clash. When it came to Kenna and her pleasure, we could put our differences aside.

“Never thought I’d say it,” I countered. “But I can share. That’s not the problem.”

“What is it then?”

I chewed the inside of my cheek and pushed my coffee cup aside, mostly untouched.

“Our jobs. If the agency hears that we’re fucking Kenna, we’ll be fired and blacklisted. No one will ever hire us as bodyguards again.”

Baron shrugged as he turned back to the pancakes, warming up a pan on the stove for the batter.

“They won’t find out.”

“How can you be so sure about that?”

“Are you going to tell them?” Baron asked.

“No, but—”

“Kenna certainly won’t,” he added.

I spread my hands. “Have you forgotten Troy is still in the picture? An employee of The Royal Scoop which is notorious for ruining the reputations of celebrities around the world.”

Baron shook his head.

“Oh, believe me, I haven’t forgotten. I still don’t really trust him but he could have blown Kenna’s cover well before now. Besides, he has a healthy dose of fear in his eyes when we’re around. He won’t do anything to hurt Kenna because he knows we’d mess him up for it.”

I frowned at Baron’s back.

“In case you haven’t noticed, the paparazzi never wastes an opportunity to get up Kenna’s ass. Privacy be damned. All it takes is one picture to leak.”

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