Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
He grinned. “Shaken, not stirred.”
I was pretty damn shaken up by the way he looked. And then, Mason joined us.
Holy shit.
He was in a suit, too, and he looked like a freaking cover model. The dark suitcoat emphasized his broad shoulders and narrow waist so well, it had to be tailor-made. His dress shirt was white and his tie royal blue. It made the blue in his eyes look twice as bright.
Parker was close behind him in a navy three-piece suit. As always when he dressed up, he looked older and more mature. It was a good look on him.
I licked my lips, but my hunger had nothing to do with the smell of the food coming from the bags Parker brought over. I didn’t even notice it anymore.
“You look beautiful,” Jude said, appreciation in his eyes.
“So do you three.” My voice was barely a whisper, but it was like the three hot-as-sin men, dressed in their finest, had sucked all the air out of the room. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Just the champagne in the fridge.” When had they gotten that? It hadn’t been there last night. Parker winked as he passed by to retrieve it.
Mason stepped in close, taking a deep breath. “You smell amazing,” he said huskily. His finger slid under the shoulder strap of my dress. “And you look amazing. Where did a nice girl like you find such a sinfully slutty dress?”
“It’s your sister’s.”
“What?” Mason jumped back as if I’d stabbed him. “Please tell me you’re fucking with me.”
“Nope.” Behind him, I noticed Jude and Parker trying not to laugh.
He scowled. “How can I fantasize about peeling it off you when I know it’s Alyssa’s?”
“Sorry,” I said. He was being ridiculous, but, well, I’d always known he had family issues. “I won’t borrow clothes from her again.”
“Or just don’t tell him next time,” Jude suggested with a grin.
“Shut it,” Mason muttered, still disgruntled.
“I think you look gorgeous,” Parker said.
“Yeah. No fair calling the dress sinfully slutty, man.” Jude clapped Mason on the back. “It’s not what a woman wears, it’s what she lets you do after dinner.”
I covered my mouth to keep from laughing. “Is that a famous saying or something?”
“It should be.” Jude winked at me.
“Can we eat now?” Mason said, and the three of us set out the food while Parker poured the champagne.
“That was delicious,” I said at the end of the meal, patting my stomach. “I’d love to eat more, but I don’t know where I’d put it.”
“Maybe you’d have more room if you took off that damn dress,” Mason grumbled.
I grinned. “Are you trying to get me naked?”
“Pretty much always,” he said. “But right now, that dress is truly messing with my head.”
“Sorry.” I actually was sorry it’d upset him, but truth be told, I loved how good I felt in that dress and how sexy it made me feel. Alyssa definitely had a bigger clothing budget than I did.
“How about we dim the lights?” Jude suggested.
“Excellent idea.” I got to my feet, but Parker put his hand on my arm.
“We’ve got this,” he said as he and Mason got to their feet. Jude procured some white candles in little jars. He set them on the table and lit them while Parker turned off most of the lights, leaving one on behind the bar. “How’s that?”
“Perfect.”
Jude smiled at me in the dim light. “It’s about to get even better.” He pulled a stool out from under the shelf by the window. I heard a mellow note, realizing his guitar was back there, too.
Parker walked over to me, his hand outstretched. “Shall we?”
Excitement flickered through me as I stood up. The three of them treated me like a princess. And I felt like one. A princess who’d somehow managed to meet three Prince Charmings.
Jude played something soft and sexy as Parker guided me around the open space. The fabric from the dress swirled around my bare legs as we moved. Slits that high weren’t exactly practical, but they were sexy as hell. I also liked the feeling of Parker’s warm hand on my bare back as he twirled me around.
The beautiful music slowed and then ended. Parker stepped back. Disappointment stole over me because I’d wanted to keep dancing with him. But then I saw Mason waiting for me.
Jude began another song as Mason held me in his arms. I felt the warmth of his skin even through his bespoke suit. I’d never seen him look as handsome as he did tonight, and he was a good-looking man to begin with. It was a shame he couldn’t appreciate what I was wearing. Suddenly, it seemed sad rather than humorous.
Mason twirled me around more confidently than Parker had, but I liked dancing with both of them. When the music finally slowed to a stop, there was another man I wanted to dance with. “Can I dance with Jude?” I whispered.