Page 47 of Falling for Them

And that causes both of them to raise their eyebrows at me.

“Is something funny?”Mr.Tyler asks.

I shake my head.“Nope.Nuh-uh.”

Sebastian laughs and plucks the empty champagne flute from my hand, shoving it at Mr.Tyler.Then he pulls me into his strong arms.And he isn’t interested in swaying back and forth, either—he twirls me around the dance floor, and he moves as if he were made for dancing with someone like me, someone who doesn’t know the first thing about what she’s doing.I’m carried on the melody and this beautiful man’s embrace.

At the end of the song, he doesn’t let me go.Instead, he holds me as Mr.Tyler did, swaying back and forth, his eyes on mine.

“Ella,” he whispers, bending his head closer to mine.

“Y-yes?”

“What do you think of my friend Kingston?”

“You mean Mr.Tyler?”

He nods and raises his eyebrows, waiting—he can tell I’m stalling, because of course I know who Kingston is.Everyone in this damn city knows who Kingston is.

Taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the dozens of well-dressed people twirling and swaying around us, I whisper, “I…I enjoy working for him.”

Sebastian looks disappointed.“Ah.That’s it?”

I don’t know how much to reveal.Telling this man I frequently have super dirty fantasies about him and his friend seems a bit reckless and risky.But I also can’t lie, so I shake my head.Subtly, so he can pretend to ignore it if he thinks this is the wrong answer.

“So that’s not all,” he says, a sexy grin forming on his face.“Perfect.I have a proposal for you.”

He leans forward and whispers in my ear, so close I can feel his lips brush against my earlobe.

And he makes me an offer I’d be an absolute fool to refuse.

Sebastian

Ella looks up at me, her brown eyes wide with shock.She doesn’t pull away, though.Instead, I think I feel her melt a little more against me.

“Well?”I say.“What do you think?”

“You want me to…you?And…?”she says.

“Well, you left out some crucial words.”I twirl her around once more, allowing my palm to linger on her lower back.I want her to feel the heat of my body, warming hers.“Namely, the wordsfuckandyour best friend.”

I dance her to the edge of the ballroom, where the glass walls slide open to allow access to a wide balcony that overlooks San Esteban.Holding her hand, I lead Ella outside.

It’s so cold out here, the balcony is empty.Seeing her shiver, I quickly remove my jacket and wrap it around her shoulders.She gives me a faint smile.“Thank you.”

“You seem nervous,” I say.

“Well, it’s not every day some guy propositions me to fuck him and his best friend…”

“Language, young lady.”I take her hand in mine.

She blushes.“Mr.Tyler said something about me cursing, too.”

“Really?What did he say?”

“He said he would punish me.He made me dance with him as punishment.”

“Did he talk about other punishments?”I ask.