60

“What’s your work schedule like?” Sebastian asks.

“Nothing until noon tomorrow,” I say sleepily. “And I want to talk to you, Mr. Sebastian Crown, about how you never told me who you really are.”

He kisses my forehead and says, “This is who I really am. Bastian Crown is a different person entirely.”

“I was the only one at the karaoke bar who didn’t know.” I pout at him.

“I think you’re right, although I didn’t realize it at the time.” He frowns. Then, with a sigh, he pushes the frown away and says, “So, nothing for you until noon tomorrow?”

“Nope.” I give a little stretch, appreciating the way their gazes move over me, even though I’m still wearing my dress, which is bunched up around my chest and held there with Sebastian’s belt.

“Stay with us, then,” Kingston says. “Sleep over. We can talk tomorrow.”

I can only nod. They take me out of my dress, finally, and tuck me naked into bed between them. The other day, I’d thought my version of heaven would include a sunny room with a grand pi