Page 34 of Her Possessive Daddies

"Let's not keep our girl waiting." He heads for the door, then pauses. "Oh, and Seth?"

"Yeah?"

"Try not to fall in love with this one."

"Screw you, King." I'm trying not to get too excited about where this goes.

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ABBIE

Corey’s hand is back on my thigh, his fingers stroking in ways that send shivers up my spine. Seth’s leaning back in his chair, his tie loosened, watching me with a smirk that makes me feel like I’m under a microscope. The air in the room feels charged, thick, and I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the way they’re both looking at me.

“So, Abbie,” Seth starts, his voice velvety smooth, like he’s savoring the words. “Corey here’s been singing your praises. But I gotta say, he undersold you. You’re… something else.”

I laugh, a nervous sound that catches in my throat. “Yeah? What’d he say? That I’m great at making terrible drinks?”

Corey chuckles, his arm draped across my shoulders. “I said you’re smart. Witty. Gorgeous. And yeah, maybe a little clumsy with the vodka, but it’s endearing.”

“Endearing,” Seth repeats, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. “That’s one word for it. I’d go with captivating. You’ve got this… vibe. Like you don’t even know how hot you are.”

My face flushes, and I take a sip of the water Corey handed me earlier. “I think you’re both just drunk.”

“Oh, we’re not that drunk,” Corey says, his eyes locked on mine. “Trust me, I’m sober enough to know what I’m talking about.”

Seth grins, leaning back again. “He’s right. You’re not exactly the type we’d forget. And we’ve seen a lot.”

I raise an eyebrow, trying to keep my tone light. “Oh, so you’re saying I’m not like the other girls? That’s original.”

Corey laughs, a deep, rich sound that makes my insides flip. “No, you’re not like anyone else. And that’s what makes you very interesting. To both of us.”

Seth nods, his heated gaze lingering on me. “Exactly. You’re… real. Not trying to be something you’re not. It’s really refreshing.”

I shift in my seat, feeling exposed under their attention. “I’m just… me.”

“And that’s enough,” Corey says, his voice firm, like he’s trying to convince me of something. “More than enough.”

Seth leans in again, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. “You know, Corey’s not usually this… smitten. But you? You’ve got him wrapped around your finger. And honestly? I can see why.”

I look at Corey, who’s watching me with an intensity that makes me breathless. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You might not,” Seth says, his smirk widening. “But I’ll tell you this—if you’re not careful, you’re going to have both of us fighting over you.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Corey says, his hand moving down my arm to my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. “But he’s not wrong.”

I look down at our intertwined hands, my heart fluttering in my chest. “I don’t get it. Why me? You could have anyone.”

Corey’s lips brush over my knuckles, his voice soft but steady. “Because you’re not just anyone. You’re you.”

Seth leans back, his arms spread across the back of the couch. “We're both interested. Very interested.”

I feel like I’m caught in some kind of dream, one where two impossibly handsome men are looking at me like I’m the only person in the room. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating, and I’m unsure if I should lean into it or run for the door. But for now, I stay right where I am, caught between them, trying to see what the actual hell is happening.

Corey’s hand is still on mine, the contact making my skin tingle. Seth’s watching us with that same smile, like he’s waiting for his turn. The air between us feels electric, and I’m can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or the way they’re both looking at me, but I’m starting to feel excited. Really fucking excited.

“You’re quiet,” Corey says, his voice almost a purr. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

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