I sip my soda, and the three of them share a look that makes goosebumps pop out all over my body. A shudder runs down my spine. Did I think that too soon?
“Seeing as Lily was so open about why she hasn’t come here tonight, should we tell her why we invited her?” Xander asks. His voice drops about two octaves, and it makes heat sear between my thighs.
My eyes bounce between the three of them, and my throat suddenly feels drier than the Mojave Desert. They stare at me, and West licks his lips like a lion about to feast on its prey. “Why did you ask me here?” I ask, my voice little more than a whisper.
Zeke sucks on his top lip and looks at the ceiling. Xander smiles at me. It’s not his warm, friendly smile though. It’s different. Dangerous. Sexy as hell.
West takes a deep breath. “We have a proposition for you, Lily. It may seem like an odd request, but it’s not the first time we’ve done this. We want you to hear us out and then take a few days to think it over.”
I take a gulp of my soda, and my hands tremble as I place my glass down on the counter. My heart rate has doubled in the span of ten seconds. I feel faint and hot and dizzy. Because despite no one saying anything remotely to do with sex, the sexual tension in the room has ratcheted up about two hundred levels. I clear my throat. “What’s your proposition?”
“We want to date you, Lily. All three of us.”
Holy fucknuggets. He’s gotta be screwing with me. “At the same time?” I croak.
“Yes, at the same time. Although to the outside world, it will appear like you’re only dating one of us.”
Xander shoots a glare at West before directing his attention to me. “Well, it’s more than dating.”
I frown. “More than dating?”
West nods. “We’d like you to move in here with us for three months.”
Now I know he’s messing with me. A laugh bubbles from my lips, but none of them are laughing or even smiling, so I humor them. “Three months? And then what happens after? I just go on my merry way and we pretend we’re friends? Or we never speak again? How does that part work?”
Xander sighs. “Three months is just the starting point. To see if this thing between us works. If it does, then …”
I tilt my head. “Then?”
Xander shrugs. “Then you stay here.”
I open my mouth to speak but no words come out, so I merely sit and gape at the three of them.
“I told you we should have taken this slower and drawn up a contract,” West grumbles.
I almost fall off my stool. “A contract?”
West nods. “We told you we’ve done this before, Lily. Many times. But we usually don’t spring this on someone the second time we meet. And we usually draw up a contract explaining all the rules.”
This is sounding freakier by the second. “The rules?”
“He’s making it sound weirder than it is,” Xander says, shooting West another warning glare.
My mind races with questions, all of them begging to be asked first. “So, what happened to all of these other women you tried this with?”
West glares at me, his jaw ticking. “They didn’t work out, obviously.”
I wrinkle my nose and shake my head. “Three super-hot billionaire dudes ask a woman to live with them and ‘date’”—I actually use air quotes for that word and hate myself for it—“them, and it never works out. What the hell is wrong with you all?”
Zeke snorts into his wine, and that makes me smile.
Xander arches one eyebrow. “You think we’re super hot?”
I roll my eyes and fix Xander with the hardest glare I can muster. “Oh, come on. You own mirrors. Like you don’t already know that.”
West lets out a deep sigh and draws our attention back to him. “Maybe it wasn’t us. Perhaps there was something wrong with them.”
Of course. Always the women’s fault, right. Misogynistic assholes. “Ah, I see now.” With a nod, I slide off my stool.
“You see what?” Xander asks.
“You just use them up for three months and then toss them out, is that it? I mean are these poor women supposed to satisfy all of your needs every single day and night? It must be exhausting.” Despite my argument, what they’re asking has my panties wet and I haven’t even been touched. But that’s just the fantasy of it all, right? “I bet the reality of dating you three means constant blowjobs with minimal return.”
“Actually, Xander and West give incredible blow jobs, so that wouldn’t fall entirely on you,” Zeke replies coolly, and I realize I said that last part out loud.