I need to work. I have a lunch date.” He made shooing motions.
“I wonder if she knows about this date,” Remy mused.
“She will when he gets there,” Dubrinsky said.
His brothers stood and left, laughing. Darius ignored them and got to work. After lunch, Nia would have to make a choice—keep running, or stand and see what they had. It was a good thing he was a patient man.
* * * *
“Slut. You are such a slut. And you met his family sneaking out of his apartment.” Nia clenched her fingers around the wheel of her car.
Last night had been explosive, hot, and sexy—but so foolish. And so against her usual style.
“It’s those damn eyes,” Nia said.
Darius’ eyes made all her sense go away. Couple that with his voice, and she was a goner. Attacking the man in the elevator had been…well, it had unleashed the wanton hussy side she hadn’t even known she had. It had been stupid. Not once but four times she had unleashed her stupidity. The man had stamina, taking her four times. And if she counted the first orgasm, then it was five times. No wonder she was tired and sore. Thoughts of what they had done for her to be this sore filled her. She wiped her sweating forehead. Fiddling with the air conditioner, she cursed, seeing that it was already on the highest setting.
Putting both hands on the wheel, she blew out a breath. Leaving like she had made her feel sneaky. But she couldn’t face him for the morning after. In the elevator, when she had spotted the three men, she had immediately known they were his brothers. They looked a lot alike. When she had got up the gumption to introduce herself, the one called Remy, who was the oldest, had smiled at her. He had eyes like Darius, although, in her opinion, Darius was sexier. Remy had introduced her to the woman with them, his wife. The woman’s look had been knowing and sympathetic.
The woman called Mia had put herself between Nia and the others. The other two were Ashton, who was younger than Darius, and Dubrinsky, who was the youngest brother. All the brothers were devastatingly handsome. Unlike Remy and Darius, who had blue eyes, Ashton’s eyes were violet. Against his hair, she had thought it was intriguing, at least until she’d met Dubrinsky’s two-toned gaze—one eye blue and the other violet. There was a sharp intelligence in his scrutiny. All the men had been friendly as they had headed towards what they had told her was the office area off the lobby.
She had witnessed the kiss that Mia had shared with Remy. Their love was almost visible. It had created a pang in her stomach that she didn’t want to think about.
Afterwards, Ashton had escorted her and Mia down the hall and out through the lobby to the front. Thankfully, Ashton and Mia hadn’t had anything to say. Surprisingly, her car had already been waiting for her, as was Mia’s. Mia’s comment that Darius had probably called down to have it parked there had only mortified her more. But she’d held it together, since she didn’t plan on seeing them again. She had said goodbye to them and left.
Nia blinked, startled to realise that she was already at her apartment. She was glad to note that Gabe’s car wasn’t in her space. Carmen had already moved to a house with Nick. Getting out, she hurried inside and went to get ready for work. As she proceeded up the stairs, she pushed thoughts of Darius and their wild night together out of her mind.
Much later, at work, she rubbed the back of her neck. She re-read the report she was typing.
“Hey, Hudson. Someone is at the desk downstairs asking for you,” said a melodious voice.
Nia glanced up at Lauren Arnold. “Who is it?”
Lauren took a seat across from her and shrugged. “I have no clue. Just passing on the message, since I was coming up.”
Scowling, Nia saved her work and picked up her jacket.
She noted the time and said, “I’ll see who it is, then head out for some lunch. I called Mr Sanchez at the hospital and he said
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