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“That’s very generous,” I try again, but it’s Jamison who cuts me off this time.
“If it’s fashion that you’re interested in, we can fly you out to all the fashion shows that you want to watch. We can get you on the red carpet during movie premieres if you want to meet your favorite actors. We can get you backstage at any concert you’d like—"
“That’s all very nice,” I interrupt him quickly. “But you guys are missing the point. It’s not that your previous offer wasterrible. It’s just like I said before. I’m used to working, so being your plaything would be a big change for me.”
The men stare at me, nonplussed.
“But if you’re used to working, isn’t that evenmoreof a reason for you to take us up on our offer?” Chris queries with a furrowed brow. “This way you can rest and be taken care of without having to lift a finger. Isn’t that every woman’s dream? To be coddled and spoiled by the men she’s with?”
I bite my lip, letting out a silent sigh as I look around at their handsome faces. “It isn’t that simple,” I murmur.
“Why not?” Dane frowns, leaning forward.
I hesitate before opening my mouth again. “Look,” I ignore the question. “Basically, what you guys want is some kind of …toy. Or a doll, if you will. You want a girl whose body will be yours. A girl who you can do anything with. Is that correct?” I question.
The three of them share looks, wearing nearly identical looks of poorly disguised befuddlement as they nod their heads in agreement.
“Yes, in a way,” Chris says in a careful tone, his face wary. “I wouldn’t put it quite in such brutal terms, but—"
“Well then,” I smile, pausing dramatically before standing up in my seat. “I have a gift for you guys.”
“A gift?” Dane echoes.
“What kind of gift?” Jamison asks.
“Just come with me, and I’ll show you. I promise you’ll like it.”
Their facial expressions are priceless. The three men look shocked for a couple of moments, and then red flushes crawl up their necks. Clearly, they’ve got dirty minds and think that I’m offering something rancid and dirty, which I am, to a point. I giggle as they stand up, nodding their heads.
“Okay. Let’s see what it is,” Jamison grins.
“This is going to be good,” Chris adds.
“It better be,” growls Dane, his blue gaze searing as it trails over my curves.
I smirk. “Of course it will be, gentlemen. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Don’t worry because have I ever let you down? I think not.”
Then, I prance to the restaurant’s exit, trailed by my bevy of lovers. But they aren’t getting what they think they’re getting … and it’s up to me to spring the surprise.
7
TAMARA
My apartment is nothing special, especially when compared to the penthouse at the Merovingian. It’s just a one bedroom, one bath, tiny shoebox of an apartment a little ways off the Strip, but it’s enough for me. The rent is reasonable, it’s in a decent area, and I’m only one person so it’s plenty spacious. Plus, I’ve decorated my place to make it look and feel homey, which gives me a sense of peace.
The walls are covered in tapestries, pictures of faraway places and Polaroids of friends, along with a few horrible paintings of mine too. I’ve never been good at art, but I’ve always enjoyed it because it brings me joy. Even if my creations look like the work of a seven-year-old, I’m still proud of them, and put them on my walls.
A bit of greenery lends my apartment an organic feel, although half of the plants are dead because I can never seem to care for them properly. And there are tons of candles sitting on every surface because I love to keep my home smelling good. But other than that, there’s not much else here. I’ve got a couch and a bed, and a dresser and desk, but that’s about it for furniture.
I know my place probably looks pathetic to Dane, Chris, and Jamison, but they don’t utter a peep. If anything, they seem to appreciate my colorful decor, but these men aren’t here for the interior design. They turn to me, blue eyes blazing.
“So,” Dane growls as he comes over to wrap his arms around my waist. He leans down to press a kiss to my neck, his hands traveling up my sides and underneath my shirt until he’s squeezing my breasts. “What is it that you wanted to show us, honey? Where’s our gift?” he questions in that low baritone of his, and I shiver as he grinds against my behind. I can feel his stiff cock pressed up against ass, and my pussy clenches as I melt back against him for a moment before remembering what we’re really here for.
I quickly squirm out of his grasp and try to ignore the way my cheeks burn as the three of them stare at me hungrily. “It’s not what you think,” I say in a lofty voice.
“Really?” Chris tilts his head. “You didn’t bring us here for naughty fun?” he smirks.
“No, I didn’t,” I state firmly, sidestepping Jamison as he tries to catch me around the waist. “I’ll be right back!” I tell them before scurrying off. I can hear the three men murmuring to each other in confusion as I head into my bedroom and straight to my closet to grab my ‘gifts’ for them. Then I grunt, struggling to lift the three items up, and ultimately end up having to half carry, half drag the gifts out of my room and into the living room.