Happenstance

by Tessa Bailey

“What changed your mind, love?” one of the men asks, his accent upper crust British. Deep and polished. “Was it my sheer animal magnetism that drew you back in?”

“Porn,” he says from his elegant lean against the interior wall of the tram. “You know me from pornography, darling,” he drawls, his mouth spreading into a grin. “The good shit.”

While I’m at it, I’m preemptively turning down whatever you’re going to offer me, too, British. I have a feeling it’s flesh colored and curves slightly to the right.” He belts out a laugh. “I fucking knew you recognized me.”

“You’ll keep me warm?” His swallow is loud in my ear, his arms coming up around me, locking me close to his powerful bulk. “Yes, please.”

Tobias riles me up, irritates me. Banks is like looking into an emotional mirror, giving me a strange sense of camaraderie. And Gabe? I’m protective over him. A man twice my size.

“Are you hot for all three of us, Elise?”

“Good girl. Now kiss him,” Tobias rasps, framing my jaw in his hand and turning me toward Banks. “Kiss him while my hand is up your fucking skirt.”

“Elise, I’ll eat your pussy like it’s the last slice of chocolate fucking cake,” Tobias deadpans. “You know how I do it, love.”