The Playboy's Ménage (The Billionaire Bachelors Series) by RG Alexander Page B

the experience was one she’d never forget, but not before he added one or two more scandalous scenes to this play. Not until she was begging him for the final act. He had a lewd reputation to uphold, after all.
    Peter heard the sound of a car coming up the drive and smiled. She came.
    Not yet. But she would soon enough.
    He was a man of his word.
     
     
    Holly had obviously lost an important piece of her mind—the screw or bolt that kept her from doing things that weren’t healthy for her, things that were dangerous to her physical and emotional wellbeing. Being an adrenaline junkie in the name of research was kind of her thing. She’d enjoyed cliff diving and bungee jumping. Even her experiences with cleanses had been moderately life threatening—or at least they’d caused some truly unfortunate hallucinations. But this? This was madness.
    She hadn’t told Chaz where she was going, despite his wide-eyed curiosity when the Hummer pulled up in front of her house at eleven-thirty in the morning.
    Henry had warned her Peter might send ninjas…he hadn’t mentioned the possibility of Roy.
    She guessed she wouldn’t be needing her car for this project.
    “Nice to see you again, Holly Ruskin.” He smiled as he helped her into the homage to indulgence. “I would ask what adventure you’re off to this time, but I hear you’re doing research on the old Faraday estate. I’m here to help if you need any details. It’s the oldest mansion in the state, you know. I had a great-aunt who worked there years ago, said she needed a map just to find her way around the house.”
    Holly nodded weakly. “I’ve heard it’s big.”
    “Big?” Roy lifted her luggage into the limo with her. “Big is a wee bit of an understatement. Can’t imagine one man living there by himself, to be honest. I guess that’s why Mr. Faraday is always traveling.” He laughed at himself. “But if I ever stop talking and do my job instead, you’ll see it soon enough. Speaking of, I do need to hurry. This beauty is on loan to Mr. Warren for at least the next week or so, and me with it.”
    He closed the door, leaving her alone with her thoughts—the last place she wanted to be.
    After they left her last night, Holly had gone through her closet with the ferocity of a tornado, packing and preparing, too excited to think about what the next day would bring. It was only when her head hit the pillow that her mind caught up with her. Thinking had swiftly led to panic when she realized how much could go wrong in three months.
    If it really lasted that long.
    None of them were models of commitment when it came to relationships with the opposite sex. As far as Holly knew, neither man had shown interest in a single woman long enough for her to be loosely dubbed by the press as a girlfriend. Not since college.
    How had they not been taken off the market by an enterprising bride-to-be?
    Henry was loving, thoughtful, affectionate and funny. He knew about the importance of family, and his parents had given him an unorthodox but positive example of marital longevity. He’d spent most of his adult life traveling with his band or hanging out with his friends, but it still didn’t make sense that he would be alone.
    Peter was brilliant and focused, intriguing and exciting—loving him would be a romantic adventure for the right woman. Holly knew his parents had died when he was a teenager and he didn’t have any extended family. He was never lacking in temporary companionship, but she couldn’t help but think he was lonely. It was a shame because if she remembered anything about their time together, other than the earth-shattering sex, it was his heart. He should be filling all those rooms with a family of his own by now, continuing the Faraday name and living happily ever after. Should be, but he wasn’t.
    And you’re glad.
    It was a selfish feeling, but that was nothing new when it came to these men. Even if she couldn’t be what either of them deserved