Page 69 of 12 Days

I’m here to show how hot I am on every level. Whichever men happen to be here are going to be lucky enough to watch me set the room on fire with pure carnal energy. Fuck yeah.

Whoa, I am feeling hot. Now that I can almost see the conference room, almost smell the mingling fragrances of Ethan, Tate, Owen, Tristan, not sure if I’m imagining or I can already sense who’s there; my temperature is evidently skyrocketing as I go weak and lightheaded with excitement.

I’m still pounding forward, step after step, as my heart is also pounding, and I resist the urge to fan myself with my hand.

This is going to be so fucking hot, even if nobody’s there.

Walking right into the boardroom, I can smell the wood of the conference table and the virile fragrances of Tate, Sean, Tristan, Owen—all of them.

That’ll make a nice olfactory addition to my fantasy—those commingling scents, making up a perfect fragrance of titillation.

Those low, slightly surly laughs are agreeing me with very much as well. I don’t know who they’re coming from. It sounds like a couple of different men, but it means the room isn’t empty, at least.

I finally finish making my entrance, burning up with anticipation of putting on my performance but feeling completely self-possessed and ready to take charge.

I see that it’s not just a couple or a few of the men here. This is nothing like the nice, little combinations that I’ve been spending time with.

All twelve of them are in the room, sitting and looking over at me in the doorway as if they’re expecting me.

“Alyssa.” Theo’s voice is soft yet low in pitch as he says my name. It’s like he’s calling me across a vast divide.

“I’m right here,” I answer, hearing myself sound assured and just a touch seductive.

“We can see that,” says Ethan, with a mildly jarred look on his face.

I notice that all eyes are on me and nothing but me. I get a bit of a kick out of the somewhat wide-eyed, surprised expressions they all seem to have.

I stride into the room with delicate sass. I can’t set the world ablaze right off the bat. I’m still getting warmed up, and I’m relishing in every ridiculous, sweltering second of it.

“Swag, Alyssa, swag.” Owen sounds impressed enough to be serious. I do have fucking swag.

“I feel like all of you are missing out on something.”

“On what?” Sean seems extra serious today, but he’s setting me up perfectly.

“On the show that you should’ve had last time.”

There are a few nervous laughs, which is a real first from this group. When the laughter fades into thoughtful attention, all of it directed at me; it’s like my imagination is coming to life. If only those quiet, affectionate expressions were followed by what I was thinking about that first day, just a mélange of dazzling sensations from being embraced, massaged, moving slowly into deep fulfillment.

Thinking about that old fantasy is bringing the heat way back up for me. It’s much better now, though, because now I have an array of real experiences to draw from, actual, in-the-flesh pleasure, and it can only get better.

I let out a deep breath. I can’t help it as I feel all those gorgeous sets of eyes on me, all soaking in my billowing exhilaration; it must be so obvious by now.

My hands are still fixed at my sides, though—that time is coming soon, but it needs a proper introduction.

I take a few steps further into the room. I can sense all twelve men wanting to move back, just a tiny bit, to accommodate my zealous energy. They can’t, though. They’re all magnetically drawn to me, and for good reason.

“This is not going to be an embarrassment,” I disclose, already beginning to rub my fingertips lightly around my thighs, resisting the stubborn impulse to jump headlong into it too early. “This isn’t last time. This is now, and now is the time for a show like you’ve never fucking seen.”

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