Page 12 of Band of Brothers - MFMM Menage Romance (Sweet Treats 8)

My dad shakes his head ruefully.

“No, but maybe I should. The gym is my system of stress relief.”

I pat him gingerly on the shoulder again.

“Then hit up the gym and get these nerves worked out. We’ll re-group in a few days okay? Everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see.”

My dad nods and walks slowly away to the elevators. At the last minute, he turns and shoots me another look.

“Are you going to be okay, June? I’m sorry I thrust all that on you with inadequate preparation.”

I nod and smile again.

“It’s fine, Daddy. Go ahead. The elevator’s here. Take care of yourself.”

Owen steps uncertainly into the lift, and I give him another small wave.

“Bye! Drive careful,” I say as the doors slide shut.

Finally, my dad is gone and I sit down in the chair again, utterly exhausted. I’m the one who should be screaming with rage and anger, but instead, I comforted my dad, and not the other way around. Seriously, Owen pulled a stunt, and yet I’m the one who’s telling him that everything is okay. What has the world come down to?

I slump in the chair as fatigue sets into my bones. I feel about a million years old and wish I could slip into a dreamless sleep after all the excitement and confusion of the past half hour. But just as I’m about to nod off for a bit, a deep voice stirs my stupor.

“Hey Cinderella,” it says with a touch of humor. “I think you lost your slipper.”

“Or both slippers,” adds another male voice.

“Care you try them on?” finishes a third.

I look up and see three handsome men. They have black hair and blue eyes, in addition to huge, powerful physiques. Their gazes shine with humor, and I find my spirits lifting a bit as a return smile twitches on my lips.

“I don’t think I’m Cinderella,” I murmur wryly. “If anything, I’m Sleeping Beauty because I’m so tired.”

The three men just laugh and seat themselves by my side. I gasp because they’re gorgeous, and immediately my body’s tingling. How can this be? The adrenalin in my veins starts up again, and the endorphins begin to circulate, making my heart race and pulse pitter-patter. How is this possible? After what just happened, am I ready for more? But as the trio of alpha males smile at me, I smile back. This day started out horribly, but it just got a lot better.

7

Forest

The pretty brunette looks at us, her eyes wide. She’s seated on the sofa and her narrow shoulders are slumped. I don’t blame her. June has been through the wringer, what with the botched initiation, and I’d be trying to catch my breath after that as well.

But now, it seems that we’ve come upon a stroke of luck. After the pandemonium in the ballroom, my brothers and I decided to get some fresh air. We went outside to catch a smoke break and were enjoying ourselves when lo and behold, Owen Merchant came storming out.

“Hey buddy,” I drawled. “Nice to see you.”

Owen merely stalked right by us, a flush on his high cheekbones. His shoulders were tense, and he was muttering something like, “Teenage girls. Thank god she’s not a lesbian.”

My brothers and I shared a look. Who’s a lesbian? His daughter? Really?

Fred grinned suddenly.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

I nodded.

“She’s in the hotel still. They must have been talking,” I drawl. “I say we go and find her.”

Fred and Finn nodded, and immediately we sprang into action. We strode back into the hotel, our gaits confident. Our eyes scanned every nook and cranny. The beautiful June Merchant had to be somewhere on the premises, and we were going to figure out where.

Our first pass was through the original hotel ballroom. Quite a few guys were still lingering about, chatting about the failed initiation.

“Was it his size?” asked one dude while puffing on a cigar. “If it were my first time as a woman, I’d be scared too.”

His friend merely shrugged.

“Torrent’s got a big one, but it’s not that big. She had no reason to be scared.”

We merely ignore the conversation and continue searching. To our surprise, we find June’s crystal platforms on the floor, and surreptitiously, slip the high heels in our pockets. This will come in handy at the right time.

Quickly, my brothers and I survey the other ballrooms, but they’re mostly empty. There’s a family reunion in one, where everyone’s wearing the logo cute t-shirt. In another, there’s a fiesta of some sort, complete with tasty-looking tacos and a colorful piñata.

But June is nowhere to be found. We stop for a moment to catch our bearings. What the hell? Where could she be?

But then, my eyes see that there are actually two floors of ballrooms. This hotel is so popular that there’s a lower level with another set of conference rooms for groups to rent.

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