His lips trail down my neck, sending shivers all over.
"I love looking at you," he breathes, brushing the hair off my shoulders. "Will you let me look at you?"
My heart hammers, a wild thing seeking his. "Yes."
So he does. And I feel it. For a long...
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C A M I L A
The elevator dings on the 74th floor and I step out, my gym bag slung over one shoulder.
It's Thursday and I'm really doing this. It's 4:55 PM and I came here right after Business Relations 4421A.
The carpet is black, the walls are grey, and the numbers on the doors are gold. My fingers trace those raised metal indicators on the doors until I find unit 5.
I pause, adjusting the layers of baggy clothes draped over my frame, and puff out my cheeks, slapping them a few times. A few stubborn dark curls escape my attempt to tuck them back into a bun.
As I knock, I fight the urge to sprint away and forget about this. But the door swings open to reveal Fox in a forest green three-quarter-zip sweater and khakis, his face flushed with a welcome that's too cheerful.
"Sport! You showed up!" He beams, stepping aside to let me in.
"Lost your way to the golf course?" I can't help the dig as I step inside, slipping off my worn runners, and lining them up next to a collection of shoes that look like they've never seen a single day of actual use. Shiny. Expensive. My stomach knots a little tighter.
The apartment extends before me, smelling like a new car. Sprawling views of the city through floor-to-ceiling windows at the back wall and cream-coloured furniture that drawls I cost more than your tuition.
Holy shit. No way three men live here.
My eyes snag on a pristine white grand piano by the back windows, framed by the Goldwen's skyline.
Fox is leaning against the kitchen island, arms crossed. When he notices my gaze on the piano, he asks, "Do you play?"
"I wish. Your place is...nice." That's a gross understatement. "You hiding the other guys, or do they come out for special occasions?"
"Jed's around here somewhere. Noah's at the store. Come on, I'll show you around."
I follow him, my eyes drinking in the marble countertops in the kitchen and an island surrounded by shiny stools. A flat-screen TV on the wall with the white sofas. I make a mental note to touch anything.
"So, where's the throne room?" I half-chuckle, half-wince as we pass a set of spiral glass stairs going up to another area. "What the fuck, Freckles? Two levels?"
"That's Noah's loft upstairs. Just wait till you see the balconies."
Oh, fuck off. Two balconies?
"I wanna go upstairs," I say, my heart kicking up at the thought.
"Sorry, Sport. Noah doesn't let anyone up there," Fox says.
The tour continues. There are a few more hallways, bedrooms, bathrooms, and offices. I'm trailing behind Fox when he screams, "Jed! The girl had landed!" I flinch at the loudness, then roll my shoulders, blowing out a breath.
