Page 128 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

“Hot,” Grey says, nudging him in the ribs.

“That’s me,” Casey says, “deadpan. Hot.”

“Cool down, grasshopper.” I snicker.

“Trying to.” He grins at me. Cocks his head to the side, eyes becoming heavy-lidded. “You’re damn hot, too, girl.”

“And we’re hot for you,” Zayne says, wrapping his arm more tightly around my middle. “Maybe we can declare you’re in heat next and hole up in my bedroom.”

“She doesn’t need to pretend to be in heat,” Ronin says, “for us to hole up in your bedroom with her.”

“True,” Zayne says.

My neck is hot, that’s for sure, and my cheeks are burning. It doesn’t help that now all the guys are gazing at me, extra heat in their eyes, and I feel Zayne’s hard cock twitch at my back.

“Boys, behave.” I clear my throat. “Eat your pizza while it’s hot.”

“Hot mama.” Ronin makes kissy noises. “Hotter than hell.”

“Stop it.” I giggle. These guys make me giggle a lot. “Eat up.”

“I wanna eat you up, baby.” He continues smooching the air.

“Oh, God… Enough heat puns.” I take a bite from my pizza piece. “You’re ridiculous!”

“Smoking,” Zayne says.

“Scorching,” Grey adds, his smirk showing one sexy dimple.

“Hey, Ron. Catch!” Grey throws Ronin a bunched-up paper napkin and it hits Ronin on the face.

“Your aim needs work, hot shot,” Ronin rumbles.

“It hit right where I was aiming at.”

“Make way,” Casey says, “coming in hot…” Smirking, he leans over the table to grab a pizza piece from another box. “Oh, salami. I like salami.”

“Of course you do,” Grey says. “We know.”

I groan. “Guys…”

They laugh, grab more pizza, elbowing each other, throwing me some more interested looks, and I like it. I like it a lot.

It feels like… a family. More than mine ever has. Like a fantasy family, relaxed and easy-going, gorgeous and sexy. You can feel the affection and the desire in the air.

Could this really work out?

36

GIGI

“Georgiana Verity Miller,” my mom says when she calls me much later.

We have taken turns to shower—okay, that system collapsed right away, and we ended up showering in twos and threes. Let’s just say I’ll never soap myself innocently again—and now the apartment is sort of quiet. I hear their voices from the bedroom.

Then her words register, after that long lag, and it hits me.Oh, no.Mom used my middle name. She’s upset.

I take a breath. “Hi, Mom. What’s up?”

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