I spun around, heading for the restroom, stuffing the bag from the shop inside my purse.
A minute later, I returned. Josh had stepped aside, so I chatted with Haven.
“Your ring,” she said, staring at my rock. “It’s stunning and I must admire it.”
I did the hand flip thing, showing it off, feeling proud of my man.
Josh returned as Haven cooed at my ring.
“Be careful, Josh. This ring might blind you,” Haven said.
He pretended to shield his eyes. “It’s stunning.”
“I am one lucky girl,” I said, with a happy sigh. “Especially since my fiancé says he has a special engagement gift for me too,” I offered, trying that on for size too. I didn’t plan to tell them what is was, but I liked saying it. I liked acknowledging a little bit of my other life.
“And what’s that?” Haven asked.
A blush crept over my cheek. “Apparently it’s a secret,” I said, but it was a secret I’d be unwrapping shortly.
“Ooh la la,” Haven said, sliding into her French accent. “In France, that can only refer to one thing.”
My eyes widened with curiosity. “What’s that?”
Haven leaned in close to me and whispered, “It means all your dreams are coming true.”
I smiled, my best professional grin. “A girl can hope.” I reached for my notebook, flipped it open and went into business mode. It felt seamless, the transition, and that made me feel whole. “So, this is what I wanted to chat about tomorrow . . .”
* * *
When we finished, I thanked them, said I’d see them tomorrow, and headed straight for the elevators.
I was ready. I’d handled my work, and now it was time to engage in the personal.
That was all that lay in front of me tonight.
Finn, Jake, and I had only outlined how our night would start and agreed that the rest would have to happen naturally. I knew what I wanted.
I’d had the montage in my head for some time.
Alone in the suite, I ordered champagne, set some condoms and lube on the nightstand, then stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower. I savored the warm waterfall as it heated up my body.
I also luxuriated in my own body, my own sensuality, and the hopes that the bounds of my desire would stretch tonight. My hands slid down my curves, over my breasts, caressing my belly.
I leaned my head back under the water, imagining all the ways the night could play out.
I’d watched enough videos. Seen enough clips. Pleasured myself to plenty of Tumblr gifs and videos.
I was a pleasure seeker, a cat, a woman who arched her back and purred voraciously.
I wanted to be petted, to be stroked, to be taken over the cliff again and again.
Did that make me selfish?
I felt selfish, but I owned it because I also felt . . . exhilarated.
After I showered, I took my time rubbing lotion into my legs, picturing my men touching me.
Running a brush through my hair, I saw their hands tugging on the strands.
Sliding a pair of white lace panties up my legs, I imagined Finn and Jake removing them. Then a demi-cup bra, stockings, and black heels.
I dried my hair and brushed it till it felt like soft silk. I dusted on some makeup, a little blush, some mascara, and gloss that would be gone in seconds.
Grabbing a short, silky robe, I tugged it on and tied the sash.
Did I look like a madam? A high-end escort? Or just a woman who was sexually adventurous and confident?
I decided on the latter. I was most definitely the latter.
And tonight, I was going to have my men.
Room service brought the champagne bottle and three flutes. I thanked the man and gave a hefty tip.
At nine p.m., I shivered when I heard another knock on the door.
I opened the door and found Finn, looking sexy as hell in slacks, a dress shirt, and a purple tie. His grin was crooked and knowing, his eyes blazing with desire. Next to my fiancé was Jake, dressed similarly in pressed pants and a button-down. His tie was forest green. My mouth watered as my gaze drank in his tall frame, his square jaw, his dark eyes.
My two sexy suits.
In one fell swoop, all the nerves in the world descended on my belly, spread across my shoulders.
What the hell was I about to do?
Was this my life?
Was I truly this woman in a hotel? The one who carried on clandestine trysts behind closed doors with multiple partners?
But I banished the worries when Jake lifted a brow and said, “Room service. We have your special order.”
Humor defused the tension.
I laughed, reached for Finn’s tie and tugged him in, then did the same to Jake. “Remind me again what exactly it was I requested?” I asked, playing along.
Finn pretended to look at a receipt. “It says here you ordered two hot men to please you all night long.”