Page 49 of Retaliation
Feeling significantly more alive as I sang out the rest of the song, I stepped out of the shower, ready to take on whatever these Princes had in store for me. I shrugged into the robe and left my hair in a messy bun on top of my head. I picked up Andras’s toothbrush with a grin and turned to the toilet. He deserved this, honestly.
There were no extra toothbrushes for me to use, so a clean finger and some mouthwash would have to do for now. Once my teeth were clean, I grabbed the dirty T-shirt and underwear. I slowly opened the closet door, but didn’t need to bother. Everything in this house was updated and the door swung open without a sound. I tucked my earpiece into the back corner under several layers of fresh towels. I was certain Andras had a housekeeper. Someone like him wouldn’t bother with laundry. But if a housekeeper found it, how would they know it’s mine? I flattened out the towels, making sure everything looked the same before closing the closet door.
Dirty clothes in hand, I stepped out into the bedroom to find Ty sitting in an armchair and Levi lounging on Andras’s massive king bed. Both men eyed my robe, and I could see the hunger in their gazes. I stuck out my tongue and stalked for the door to leave.
“Pretty siren, where do you think you’re going?” Levi rolled to the side, resting his head on his arms. His blue eyes landed on my face, and he winked playfully. “Sing us another song.”
I turned back, eyeing him before sliding my gaze to Ty who watched my every move like a predator preparing to pounce. “You’ll have to earn it. Now, I’m getting a drink. Because if I have to sit in this house all fucking day, I might as well get drunk.”
Ty stood, crowding toward me. “As you wish, pet. There’s a fully stocked bar in the theater room.”
I let Ty and Levi lead me through the house, descending down two flights of stairs into an open-concept area on the first floor. The room had a pool table and projector screen complete with oversized couches and lounge chairs. A premium stocked bar was tucked into the corner, and I headed straight for the good stuff. I pulled out Tito’s and Dry Vermouth. A mini fridge, I was pleasantly surprised, held all kinds of garnishes, including my favorite blue cheese–stuffed olives. I popped one into my mouth and groaned. Fucking delicious.
I could feel the men watching me, but I didn’t care. Tibby was right. I needed to keep them distracted. Maybe even get some information out of them, if I could. I stirred ice into my ingredients, then poured the cool liquid into a martini glass and dropped in two olives.
I took a sip and smiled. “Delicious.”
“Indeed.” Levi grinned, loitering on the far side of the bar as he watched my every move. “I’ll take one too, diabla.”
“And what do I get?” I asked playfully.
He stalked toward me, leaning over the bar. “Endless orgasms mixed with pain so pleasurable you’ll beg for more?”
I laughed aloud, spinning away from him to grab another martini glass. I turned to Ty, watching us as he leaned against the pool table. “You too, monster man?”
“I’ll just take the vodka on ice, little vixen.”
How I got sucked into making all the drinks, I didn’t know. But at least the men were sufficiently distracted. Who knows, maybe I could get them hammered before Dev or Andras came back and just book it out of here. I slid the martini across the bar to Levi, and his fingers lingered over mine as he took the glass.
I carried my own martini and Ty’s rocks glass over to the pool table, setting his drink on a coaster. I had a healthy appreciation for pool tables, growing up in a variety of bars and hustling whenever I needed money. It was bad form to leave drinks directly on the tables, especially one as nice as this.
“Fancy a game, pet?” Ty asked, stepping close to grab his vodka. His glance trickled down to my cleavage peeking out of the fluffy robe.
“I’m a little rusty.” I smiled, stepping around the table and sipping my martini.
“How about Strip Pool?” Levi chimed in.
“I’m literally wearing a single piece of clothing. Hardly fair,” I tsked at him.
Levi shrugged. “I can give you clothes.”
I bit my lower lip, pretending to debate. “Alright. Three pieces of clothing, minimum.”
Levi grinned and took my hand. He dragged me into a bedroom directly across from the theater area. It was just as spacious as Andras’s room, but with deep-blue walls and rich, redwood furniture. All the rooms in the house were surprisingly clean. Definitely a housekeeper.
“So do you all live here?” I asked, snooping around as he pulled out clothing.
“Dev hasn’t for some time. Ty stays at the gym sometimes, and I have to sleep at the firehouse when I’m on duty. But yes, we all have rooms here.” Levi laid out a pair of black sweatpants, a red tank top, a zip-up Nike hoodie, and a pair of black boxer briefs. “Alright, this is what I have to offer.”
“I’ll take it all. If we’re playing this game, I’d better up my chances of winning.”
Levi laughed. “Good luck, babe. Ty is a pool shark. You don’t stand a chance.”
“Hhmmm,” I murmured, handing Levi my martini and turning back to the bed. I untied the robe and let it drop to the floor.
“Fuck,” Levi rasped out.
I glanced over my shoulder and smirked. His eyes were fully glued to my ass, and I can’t say I didn’t like seeing him squirm.
