Drama

WEST
Trey Ferguson could be an actor given the Oscar-worthy performance he gave convincing Lily’s friend that he’s a movie star who’s been watching her all night. Of course, Xander helped him out, playing his own part exceptionally well. It took a little persuading to make her consider leaving Lily behind, but Trey is a smooth, good-looking fucker, and Jen was putty in his hands by the time he gave her his well-practiced spiel.
As soon as Jen leaves, Lily starts chewing on the inside of her cheek.
“Like we told your friend, shorty, we’ll make sure you get home safely,” Xander assures her. Once Trey gave Jen a glimpse of his six pack and the keys to his Lamborghini—technically, Xander’s Lamborghini, but Trey’s for tonight—Lily knew she was on her own.
She downs her glass of champagne and jumps to her feet. “Yeah, but I should probably just go home now. I can take the subway.”
“Why?” I ask

LILY
I fumble my key after fishing it from my purse, and it clatters to the ground. Xander stoops to pick it up for me, which I’m eternally grateful for because my head is spinning and I’m not sure I could have bent down without falling over. I rarely drink at all, and I must have consumed almost an entire bottle of Dom by myself. I chalk it up to nerves. I mean, who wouldn’t be nervous sitting with three of the richest, most powerful men in the country? And they were definitely flirting with me. Even if it was only to have a little fun at my expense, the memory of their teasing has me squeezing my thighs together to quell the throbbing ache.
Xander’s fingers brush mine when he hands me my key, and a jolt of electricity shoots up my arm. I stare up at him. “So damn handsome it should be illegal.”
He chuckles, and I realize I said my thoughts aloud. Staring up into his deep blue eyes, I e

XANDER
The look on West's face when he sees lily sitting at our booth is priceless, wish l could take a picure. it's not often wesee the ice man lost for words, at least not in public anyway. He stares at her, and then his gaze fickers between me and Zeke and finally to Lily’s friend. A hint of a scowl creases his forehead, but he recovers quickly, and I doubt anyone but
Zeke or I noticed.
“Hi,” Lily says softly, giving him a little wave. Meanwhile, Jen spins around, plonking her ass on the seat for the first time
since she climbed into the booth. Her eyes almost bug out when she sees West. I stifle a laugh. Handsome fucker tends to have
that effect on people.
He clears his throat, all his attention on Lily now. “Hi. It’s … interesting to see you again.”
I suppress a grin. He thinks I invited her up here. I know it.
Lily sinks her teeth into her pillowy bottom lip, and it makes me want to do the same—right before I sink them into her
juicy, round ass. “It’s interesting to see you too.”
West opens his suit jacket. His nostrils flare and the thick vein on the underside of his jaw pulses. He’s so fucking into her.
He comes over and puts his lips by my ear so nobody will hear what he says. “Lose the fucking friend.”
I bite back my grin. Oh he is so fucking into her. West takes a seat, sandwiching Lily between him and Zeke.
“Well, this is fun.” Jen giggles and tops up her glass from the bottle of Dom on the table. “How do you all know my best
friend here?”
“She tried to viciously and brutally run me down with her bicycle today,” Zeke replies, deadpan.
Lily gapes at him. “I did not. I bumped into you by accident.”
He cocks his head and lifts his glass to his lips. “Semantics.” He takes a sip of his Scotch, and she smirks at him.
I stretch my arms over the back of the bench seat and stare at her until she makes eye contact. When she does, I wink at her.
“We shared an elevator. Most interesting two minutes of my entire day.”
Her cheeks flush pink, and it’s goddamn fucking adorable. Is she too innocent for us? Would she run as fast and far as she
could if she had any idea of the filthy thoughts that are running through all three of our minds right now? Although if she is as
innocent as her sweet blush makes her seem, then that might be even hotter, because what I wouldn’t give to corrupt her.
“She delivered me a steaming pile of elephant shit,” West says with a shrug.
She glares at him now. “I did not.”
“Figuratively speaking.” His lip twitches, his tell that he’s fighting the urge to laugh.
Lily rolls her eyes and turns to her friend. “I delivered a package to their building today.”
“And now you’re at our club. And in our booth,” West says, his narrowed eyes raking down her body. Poor girl doesn’t
stand a fucking chance and she has no idea.
Lily’s blush creeps down her neck. “Well, your friend Zeke here invited me.”
West glances at me, and I nod to confirm it’s true, not missing the puzzled frown that flickers across his face. Yeah,
surprised the hell outta me too, buddy.
“She punched out some asshole who grabbed her ass, and one of your bouncers got all handsy with her,” Jen explains.
“Which guy and which bouncer?” West demands.
“I’ll handle the bouncer,” Zeke assures him. “And the guy is gone. She knocked him out cold.”
West returns his attention to Lily, his gray eyes full of admiration, despite Jen’s best efforts to direct them at her. But her
crossing her legs and flashing him her panties ain’t gonna work because he has a hard-on for the bike messenger. And the fact
that this pint-sized, curly haired firecracker just dropped a man two times her size only makes her more intriguing.
I down my Scotch, make a lame excuse to leave the table, and head off to find one of our most loyal employees. Trey’s
standing near the bar, and I wave him over.
“You okay, Boss?”
I rub a hand over my jaw and glance at the booth. “I have a job for you.”
He grins. “Okay.”
“You see that redhead up there sitting with us?”
He scans the room until he finds her. “Yup.”
“I need you to take her home.”
His grin widens.
“Be a fucking gentleman, Trey. Unless she doesn’t want you to, of course. But be respectful. Show her a good time and get
her home safely. You understand me?”
He drags a hand over the stubble on his chin. “Same deal as last time?”
“Yeah. All expenses paid, buddy. Who do you fancy being tonight? Movie star? Billionaire tech genius?”
“Hmm.” His eyes narrow. “I think I’ll go with movie star.”“Perfect.”

WEST
Trey Ferguson could be an actor given the Oscar-worthy performance he gave convincing Lily’s friend that he’s a movie star who’s been watching her all night. Of course, Xander helped him out, playing his own part exceptionally well. It took a little persuading to make her consider leaving Lily behind, but Trey is a smooth, good-looking fucker, and Jen was putty in his hands by the time he gave her his well-practiced spiel.
As soon as Jen leaves, Lily starts chewing on the inside of her cheek.
“Like we told your friend, shorty, we’ll make sure you get home safely,” Xander assures her. Once Trey gave Jen a glimpse of his six pack and the keys to his Lamborghini—technically, Xander’s Lamborghini, but Trey’s for tonight—Lily knew she was on her own.
She downs her glass of champagne and jumps to her feet. “Yeah, but I should probably just go home now. I can take the subway.”
“Why?” I ask her.
“Because …” She chews on her cheek again, her green eyes dark as they search my face. “So you 

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