Claimed by Three by Rebecca Airies Page B

of fear trailed down her spine at the thought of someone skulking around her property for days.
    She opened her door and stopped. Berenger walked down the hallway toward her. He smiled widely. How had he gotten into her house? The question barely made its way through her mind before she realized the obvious answer. Cooper. He had both a code and recognition on her system. He could have given that to them.
    “Did my brother ask why you wanted in my house before he gave you access?” She glared at him and continued through the entry hallway. She glanced into her living room and saw Kassius and Teague sitting on the couch.
    “No, he let us in, set it so we could go in and out without him, and left. He knows we’re serious about you.” Berenger followed her. “We set out a dress for you.”
    “You set out a dress for me?” She stopped and looked back at him. Anger rose in her. They’d been in her closet. She clenched her fists.
    “Yes, we know where we’re going, and it’s a surprise for you.” Teague stood and walked toward them. “Now, go get dressed before I give in to the temptation to undress you. And no attitude.”
    “No attitude? You practically beg for attitude when you come into my home and set out clothes for me.” She took a step toward Teague.
    Teague crossed the floor to her. His hand curled around the back of her neck, and he leaned close until they were nose to nose. “You will be the one begging tonight, Sephanie. Go change clothes.”
    “That better be a promise.” She poked her finger against his chest.
    His mouth dropped open for a moment. She’d apparently taken him by surprise. Good. She turned away from him. The high-handed jerk needed a kick to remind him she was a part of the relationship too.
    His hand loosened and glided down her back before swatting her ass. “Move it.”
    She sashayed away from him. Deep breaths helped calm her emotions. She valiantly tried to hide her smile while she recalled his expression. That was fun.
    As she stepped through her bedroom doorway, she looked around, unsure of where they’d leave her clothes. They weren’t on the bed. The clothes would be visible against the deep purple spread. Not on the small chest near her bed. She finally found them over the back of a chair near a table next to the window.
    The white dress with accents of gold threaded through the cloth had flowing sleeves, a fitted bodice that gave only a hint of her cleavage, and a long skirt. She picked it up and looked for underwear but didn’t see any.
    “You only wear that and these.” Kassius’s voice cut through the silence of the room.
    She tensed and turned. He stood in the doorway, holding shoes and some stockings. She raised an eyebrow. The slipper-type flats weren’t what she’d expected to see him holding.
    “You three are pushing it tonight.” She put a hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes on him.
    “Not close to how we will be by the end of the night.” Kassius offered her the shoes and stockings. “Hurry and do what you need to do. I’m anxious to get my hands on you.”
    “You could do that right here.” She smiled and extended a hand to him. He’d probably refuse, because he liked to do things his way, but it was fun tempting him.
    “We’ve got plans, and they don’t include trying to fit all of us into your tiny bed.” He frowned at her.
    She walked over and took the shoes and stockings from him. “It’s not tiny.”
    “It won’t fit all of us, baby, and that’s what matters. I’ll be back. You’d better be ready.” He turned and walked out of the room. The door slid shut behind him.
    She hurried into her bathroom to clean up after her long workday. She wanted to smell sweet, but not pastry sweet. Afterward, she brushed her hair and freshened up before putting on her dress and walking out to the bedroom to slip into the stockings and shoes. She stood and looked to the door, but decided they had been more than demanding. She’d make them wait