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She stared at the food and finally set the white box aside. “What is
this?”
“Chicken fried rice. Seemed a safe enough bet. Everyone likes chicken
fried rice.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
Galen hadn’t bothered to put his shirt back on and every breath seemed
to send a ripple through his muscles. “Theo is trying to give you a chance to
process, princess.” He snorted and leaned back against the cabinets. “We
barely tested the waters and you were on the cusp of hyperventilating.”
“It’s called an orgasm, Galen. You should learn to recognize it,” she
snapped back. If there was one thing Meg couldn’t stand, it was being
handled. She’d dealt with that bullshit from the time she was a child, first
after her father left, and then later whenever the subject of the unending
bills arose with her mother. With her teachers sending pointed notes home
about being properly fed and clothed, she’d learned to recognize what a
furrowed brow or nervous hands meant.
Bad news was coming.
These men weren’t delivering bad news, but they were treating her as if
she was some idiot who didn’t know what she’d signed up for when she left
the club with them. She’d just come harder than she ever had before and,
damn it, she wanted more.
She wanted what they’d promised her.
Meg took them in, from the guarded way Galen held himself, able to
spring into motion as the slightest provocation, to the carefully casual way
Theo leaned against the counter as if he really was the least dangerous
person in the room.
She took a step backward, and then another. Meg kept her expression
contained, but she almost laughed at the disappointment that flickered
through Theo’s blue eyes. Don’t have my number down quite yet, do you?
She twisted to look behind her, taking in the single hallway that
undoubtedly led to a bedroom—or more. The front door was in the same
direction, which seemed to be where they expected her to go from the
tension filtering into their bodies.
To leave.
“Theo. Galen.” She waited for them to look at her and dropped the robe.
Meg crooked her finger at them and tried to act like she was cool and