Page 32 of Crushing Clover

“Where am I sleeping?” I finally had the nerve to ask.

“That’s up to Saint and Rush.” His gaze was like a caress as I stripped out of the now-hated clothing I’d worn to the restaurant. Hell, I’d never even seen the restaurant.

“Can’t I sleep with you?”

“Are you trying to seduce me, baby girl?” He chuckled. “Poor, horny thing. That’s not how sleeping works here.”

His T-shirt almost reached my knees, and I untwisted Arabella’s underwear from my thighs and pulled them up.

“Panties off.”

“But…”

“Do as you’re told, woman.” His sexy grin took the bite out of his words, but the last thing I wanted to do was tempt him to punish me.

The room he led me to on the main floor had the biggest bed I’d ever seen. Exactly how many orgies did these guys host?

“Who sleeps in here?”

Saint John and Rush came in together, talking about a new server whose memory for detail was amazing.

Ohhh.

If they slept in here together, no wonder Lucky’s room barely looked lived in.

When Saint John caught sight of me, he went from chatting casually to scowling again.

“Fuck. I forgot about you.”

“You never had a pet as a kid,” Rush said as a fact, not a question.

“No.”

“You’ll adjust.”

I’m not a pet. Fucking assholes.

“Come on, pussy,” Rush teased, patting the sheets. “Get up on the bed.”

“No animals on the furniture.” Saint John strode to the closet and pulled down blankets and a pillow from the top shelf and threw them at me. “The girl sleeps at the foot of the bed.”

“Saint—” Lucky objected. “There’s plenty of room.”

“That’s not the fucking point. And someone cuff her to the foot of the bed. I don’t want her sneaking off in the middle of the night.”

“I won’t!” I couldn’t help but object.

“She could slit our fucking throats.”

Rush barked a laugh. “You’re so fucking paranoid.”

“You’re too trusting. She’s a stranger. Just because she looks like Arabella and she has a pussy for you to fuck, you’re willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. None of us would be in this position if she were trustworthy.”

Lucky didn’t say anything to object, but his expression was serious and disapproving.

“If she’s going to be here for a while, I don’t think that’s fair,” Rush said quietly.

“Fair? None of this is fair. We didn’t ask to become babysitters. I didn’t want this. None of us did.” He set his jaw stubbornly. “She fucked up her own life, and now it’s fucking up ours.”

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