Page 15 of Satisfying the King

No, I wasn’t stupid.

Nick and Carlo had made enough innuendos that I thought I knew what was going to happen. But at the same time—no one had spelled it out for me.

Eve grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Whatever you want to happen—will happen.” Her eyes sparkled back at me. “I do have an idea about how to start things off, though.” A playful grin covered her face.

I quirked my head to the side. “How?”

* * *

Fifteen minutes later,we walked downstairs.

Hand in hand.

Eve wore one of the negligees I’d made for her. And I wore sexy, dark red babydoll lingerie. The demi cups showed off my cleavage nicely. And the sheer dress barely covered my behind.

I wore dark red lipstick—Eve gave me some of hers. She said it was Nick’s favorite. And Eve had helped me put a billion curls in my hair. Before we left her room, we stood in front of a big, standing mirror.

“We’re fucking hot,” Eve whispered, and I nodded. Because it was the truest thing she’d ever said.

We were smokin’ hot.

And according to her—we were about to blow the men’s minds.

I wasn’t sure about the last part, but I really wanted to try. Eve shared her idea with me. And after a little hesitation, I agreed to try.

We walked slowly down the stairs. Our heels were ultra-high. After we got to the bottom, she led us to the living room.

Not the living room off the kitchen. A different one around the corner. It was larger and the furniture there was big and cozy.

Way more comfortable than the other living room.

We could hear deep voices talking and laughing before we walked inside.

The men sat on the big, pillowy black leather furniture.

Each of their heads turned to us at the same time. And the way their expressions changed—almost cracked me up.

Surprise.

Curiosity.

And then—pure freaking lust.

“Well, hello ladies,” Nick said as he cleared his throat.

I wasn’t sure, but I thought I heard Stefan say, “Jesus.”

“Why don’t you two come over here and make yourselves more comfortable.”

Eve’s hand squeezed mine and she gazed at me. I took a deep breath and smiled at her.

She grinned back and then guided me to the middle of the room. A large, square ottoman sat there. Definitely big enough for a few people to sit on.

Or two women to—

“Are you okay?” Eve mouthed the words with her head turned and pulled on my hand. She was already kneeling in the middle of the square seat and encouraging me to join her.

I nodded and followed suit. She looked so gorgeous.

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