FIFTY

Each and More

Lolita wrapped her arms around herself, feeling naked in a room of clothed persons. She was the only one who had drenched face and hair that clung to skin. If only Hayden wouldn’t make it so obvious, then perhaps her heart wouldn’t be pummeling out of her chest.

“Do you like that?” Jarrod said to his brother, his smile wide and sinister. “Do you like that she’s naked under that robe? Would you want to see more?”

Hayden arched his brows at him. “If you’re offering, I won’t turn you down.”

“What does that mean?”

“Oh, you know what I mean, brother.”

Jarrod gritted his teeth, trying to find control over the situation. Tessa still sat at the head of the table, like she was a dictator looking down at her subjects. She seemed very proud of herself, very proud indeed.

“You want everything that I want,” Jarrod continued. “So it’s not surprise that you want her too.”

“Isn’t it?” His brother teased.

“It sure is. You keep taunting her ever since you set your eyes on her. You haven’