Page 13 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

Danger, danger, do not proceed.

Kenna was weaving her web right in front of me and I was about to walk straight into it. Shit.

She scooped up a coffee and took the bag of food, rummaging around until she came up with a gooey pastry and took a bite. A flake of sugary icing caught on the corner of her mouth. I clenched my teeth and stood rooted to the spot in order to prevent myself from reaching out, wiping it away.

“It wouldn’t be professional of me to say one way or the other,” I said. A non-committal, safe answer that gave her nothing to work with.

But Kenna had me in her sights and she wasn’t about to let me escape that easily.

“Have you ever had a threesome?”

“I…” My breath rushed out of me. “What?”

She shrugged. “Or a foursome. I’m not judging. Just curious. Asia highly recommends them.”

“Indeed,” Asia quipped. “All that erotic energy in the room does wonders for the libido.”

After spending the night at a sex club, Kenna hardly needed advice on how to spice up her fun in the bedroom. The corner of her mouth twitched with a coy little smile when I remained silent for too long.

“Your ears are turning red,” she said.

I fought the urge to reach up and touch them.

“They’re not.”

She hummed with a skeptical squint.

“Yes, they are.” Then Kenna lowered her voice to a loud stage whisper. “Are you a virgin?”

I bristled. “No. Definitely not.”

Kenna shrugged again and turned away, sipping not-so-innocently at her coffee.

“Well, you’re always working. I can’t imagine you have much time to meet women while you’re breathing down my neck 24/7. You didn’t answer my question, by the way.”

I stifled a growl.

“No, I have not had a threesome.”

“A foursome then? Or more?” Kenna shifted her gaze down my body, lingering in places that made me feel vulnerable. “I bet you have the stamina of a mustang.”

Asia held up the costume to the light, examining the alterations she’d made.

“He’s probably hung like one, too. I’ve taken enough measurements for men’s clothing in my lifetime that I can tell when he’s packing heavy equipment as soon as he walks into a room.”

Kenna’s smile turned into a smirk. Her gaze definitely dropped below my belt and stayed there, shielded by her lashes.

I steeled myself against the urge to turn and walk out. That would seem like I was running away, like Kenna had scared me off with her talk of sex, blatantly sizing me up.

I wasn’t a prude—far from it. But if I didn’t get out of this room soon, my hard-on would be impossible to hide. Especially when Kenna wouldn’t stop staring at my crotch.

Asia gestured to the dais surrounded by mirrors.

“Try this costume on again for me, will you, love? It should fit better now.”

Kenna set aside her coffee, polished off the last of her pastry, and let her robe drop to the floor. I swallowed around the lump in my throat as she came to stand on the dais in her black lace bra and panties. Thanks to the mirrors, I could see her from all angles—her hip cocked to one side, cheeky thong showing off her ass, nipples hard and on full display through the sheer fabric of her bra.

She raised her eyebrows as she looked at me.Doyou like what you see?

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