Chapter 12. Lunch

At first, lying across Sam's desk had been awkward and uncomfortable. She knew he was staring at her bottom, that he was standing behind her, imagining things she probably couldn’t even fathom since she’d had no experience with men other than kissing.

But the longer he left her there, the more aroused she became herself. The idea of him coming up behind her, of touching her, of doing more, brought a tingling sensation to her core that she’d never felt before. She was curious to see what he might ask her to do much.

Just not in the backseat of this car, especially not with two other people.

Beau didn’t seem like the sort of man who’d be into the same sort of dominance Sam was. As they sat there together, she noted the two of them looked a lot of like, though their eyes were not the same color. Their hair was, and their jaw structure. Sam was dark and brooding. Beau smiled at her, reassuring. He had a calming presence. How could she be attracted to two men that were