Page 29 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll
Three men who had thought today, of all days, for some reason was a good day to choose to shake up my life like a snow globe. It was as thrilling as watching the real thing. I stood and walked to one I owned. One of the few things I had kept from my grandmother’s home.
I shook it up. The snow and glitter shimmered as it swirled and floated about and covered the pretty little house in the middle. I was worried about where the pieces would fall, and when they did, if my heart would be buried beneath the rubble.
I glanced at myself in the mirror and sighed. It was obvious I hadn’t slept well.
After setting the globe back down, I’d gone to bed, and after making myself orgasm twice, I still tossed and turned. It felt like every time I was just about to fall asleep, something one of them said popped into my head and woke me back up. Thinking about the way Carey and Fox had kissed me, the way Ronan had held me; and even though I’d known he wanted to kiss me, he had put my needs above his. Though by the time I drifted off to sleep, I regretted the fact he hadn’t kissed me.
Maybe he would try again today?
Or maybe it’s wishful thinking on my part?
Either way, in the light of a new day, I walked to my closet to figure out what to wear. A soft white dress I’d bought on a whim caught my eye. My hands moved to touch the fabric of the skirt, and I felt my lips tip upward. I wanted to wear it but worried it was a little too informal to pull off as business attire. It was the kind of dress you wore to brunch or a cute date.
What would the guys think of me in it?I wondered just like I did when I’d purchased it. I shook away the thought and pulled out a serious pantsuit. Black wide-legged pants and a fitted blazer I could pair with a high-necked teal top I’d hung next to it. Before I could reach the top, my doorbell rang. I put the pantsuit back, and my hands skimmed the dress one more time before I hurried out of my bedroom.
Usually, Mrs. Enzo from next door liked to stop by in the morning. The older lady was retired and an early riser, who I had befriended when I moved in. She had once been a city bus driver who had seen and lived through a lot and liked to hang out while I got ready since she didn’t have many people to talk to. And I honestly didn’t mind her company.
Without checking the peephole, I opened the door, shocked like hell at who stood on the other side. Ronan stood in the front, Carey and Fox at his sides.
Alone, each man was intimidatingly handsome, but together in a small space? The sight made me a little weak in the knees.
They were at my place way before I even got ready, and I got up early. By the way they were looking at me, they were there for me.
“Serena,” Ronan’s voice rasped my name. I could feel the three sets of eyes look me up and down. My nipples tightened from their hungry stares against the soft, threadbare cotton material of the sleep tank top I was still wearing.
“Morning. I, umm, am I late or something?”
“Could we come in?” Carey asked, and I nodded, opening the door wider. The three men walked in one by one. Each stopped to hug me, dropping a kiss on my cheek. Their lips felt soft and warm while the scruff from their unshaven faces had my breathing a little off.
“What’s going on, guys?” I asked after I shut the door. The three of them stood inside, making the small space feel smaller.
But not in a bad way.
Just… cozier.
Oh yeah, I really didn’t mind them being there. Especially when this was almost exactly how my second little fantasy last night had started out.
Ronan
I feltlike a lion about to pounce on an innocent gazelle.
The night before hadn’t worked out like we wanted. We got her to admit she felt something for us, both as individuals and in a group setting. That had been the main point of Fox’ plan. That alone was a win. But being the only one of the three of us who hadn’t kissed her?
Well, that fucking sucked.
But as Serena’s daddy, I would always do what was best for her. And that’s what I did the night before. The moment she drove off, I hopped onto my motorcycle and followed her home. I’d watched from across the street while the light in her apartment turned on. I’d watched with bated breath as the form of her shadow had moved through her place.
No matter how hard I tried, I hadn’t been able to get myself to drive away. Instead, I’d waited, sitting on a small city bench that faced her building. My eyes trained on her building until the lights from the windows that faced out the building shut off and I knew she’d gone to bed. It was late, and I was exhausted, but I’d called a meeting with the guys.
We met up at Carey’s place. The three of us lived on the same penthouse floor, but his place was the one with the better booze, and after the day we’d had, I knew we needed the stiff drink. I had caught up Carey and Fox with what happened. How I hadn’t kissed her, but we’d talked.
Then I went in for the kill.
We needed to tweak the plan a little. When I told them my idea, I was fucking relieved they went with it. We got to work despite how late it was. We packed and got things in order for our private jet to take us to New Orleans and set up the hotel suite where we would stay. Together. The room at Club Sin was booked and ready for us. This would be the first of many trips together where work would not be a part of the itinerary.
We were finally doing this.If she will have us.
Everything was in place. Images of what could possibly happen bombarded my mind, making me feel so damn alive I felt like I was close to coming out of my skin.