Sunrise For Three: A Military Erotic Romance (Sexy Siesta Series Book 3) Read Free

completely let them off the hook.
    Marc guided her away from the door and deeper into the conference room.
    He led her to the table and Colt pulled up a chair for her. She eased down and crossed her arms over her chest . I’ll let them think I’ve sheathed my claws long enough to listen to what they have to say .
    Both men took their own chairs, briefly glancing at each other as if communicating in secret code. With the table at her back, they effectively had her cornered. Now what are you going to do, chica ?
    Marc braced his elbows on his knees and leaned a little closer. So close that with the slightest movement, the material of his slacks brushed against her right bare knee. She caught Colt appraising her from under hooded eyes and her cheeks flushed from the attention. She hoped her face didn’t betray the fear she felt inside. She needed to be strong more now than ever.
    Colt shifted back in his seat and moved his focus to Marc. With a single nod toward the phone Marc held, Colt asked, “Why don’t we start over, Mia?”
    Marc passed her phone back to her. When she reached out to take it, he captured her hand in a gentle hold. “Start from when you received these, please.” His gaze held something that bordered on pain. Like she was the one hurting him.
    More for her to digest on the mystery that was Marc Dangere.
    “First, why don’t you both tell me what’s going on with this? With the ‘sweetheart’ and the ‘darling?’” She motioned between the three of them. “You can’t just throw that at me and not explain,” she continued. Heat once again crept into her cheeks. Dios , would she ever stop blushing in front of these two? They continued to sit, their expressions giving nothing away. Mia nibbled at the flesh of her lip. Did she overstep and read too much into their words? Maybe they were just trying to calm her. ¡ Por Dios! W hy hadn’t they fired her by now?
    As usual, Colt spoke first. His husky tone pulling at the tethers to her libido. “Because we’re tired of dancing around you like you’re a delicate freaking flower, sweetheart.”
    Marc cut in. “Well, I guess that might have a truer ring to it than we thought.” He smiled, the effect reached his eyes and blew her mind all in a single second. Marc’s smile was like a shot of tequila. Warm, intoxicating and an experience you would never forget.
    His square jaw with a feather-light dusting of stubble highlighted his kissable lips… simplemente maravilloso .
    Her heart sank when his expression grew solemn again. Marc gathered her hand in his larger one. Colt sat forward too. This close and she could almost kiss them with just a small turn of her head. The air grew warmer around her, their mingled masculine scents working double time to calm her nerves. Was it because she wanted to trust them, have them this close to her always, or did they have that effect on all women? Probably a little of both.
    “What I think we meant to say was, we’ve given it some thought and we’ve seen the small gestures from you to make us believe you’d be interested in something more than just…how should I word it…?” Marc paused.
    “Traditional.” Colt threw out the word as if he had a hard time chewing it. He took her other hand. “Today we were going to ask you to stay after work so we could have a talk. Hell, it’s against all our work ethics, but there’s just something about you, Mia, that makes us what to throw the rule book away.”
    Marc ran his free hand through his hair and let out a deep sigh. “Before we go any further…ah, hell, I don’t know…maybe we should just focus on this clusterfuck of a mess, then we can sort this other stuff out.”
    Why was he throwing on the brakes? She cocked a brow and pinned Marc with a curious stare. “Are you not going to ask what I want?”
    “Smooth, bro.” Colt shot a dirty look at Marc and if she didn’t know better, she’d say he blushed. That had to be a first.
    The intercom buzzer