What Happens in Vegas

Brody and Corey nodded without hesitation. Their expressions were deadly serious. Mason however, smiled.

“I would’ve thought it was obvious, no? Calling you our girlfriend? Each of us going on a self-imposed dry spell, not seeing anyone else?”

My heart was pounding! I could feel it in my chest.

“There’s nothing keeping you based in New York anymore, right?” asked Brody. “The clients you mentioned are based nationwide. You can take care of them from anywhere.”

I nodded slowly. “I— I guess so, sure.”

“And the commercial rentals in Manhattan have gotta be four or five times higher than they would be here,” said Mason. “Or even higher.”

Corey took me by the shoulders and turned me gently in the direction of the building. “And if you don’t like this place,” he said, “there are plenty of others. Lots in this area, actually. Five on this block alone.”

“We’d be work-buddies,” smiled Brody. “The club’s only a few blocks from here. Maybe a ten or fifteen-minute walk.”

Work. Here. From Las Vegas…

The idea had never even occurred to me. Probably because I didn’t know where the guys really stood. Whether what we had was just the continuation of a really intense fling… or something more.

“Now, here’s the question,” asked Brody. “The one you need to answer if you’re going to even consider moving here.”

I sniffed, and dried tears on both my cheeks. “W—What’s that?”

“Are you in love with us?”

No sooner had he said it than all three of them were staring at me. Three big, heartbreakingly gorgeous men who looked utterly lost, like little puppies. Puppies waiting loyally for something good to happen.

Then the words came. They tumbled from my mouth easily and freely and without me even thinking about them, and that’s only because of one little thing:

They were the absolute glorious truth.

“Yes,” I said, unable to keep from smiling. “YES! I do love you!” Then a bit more sheepishly. “I love all of you…”

They surrounded me, enveloping me in a sea of arms and chests and strong, stubbled chins. I felt incredibly welcomed. So safe and protected.

“Isn’t that a problem though?” I asked, kicking myself as I did it. “I’m one woman, in love with three men. How can that possibly work? How can that be fair to any of you?”

The guys looked at each other, but they were all grins. Then they looked at me.

“We’ve been sharing you, haven’t we?” asked Brody.

“Oh yeah,” I practically swore. “No doubt about that.”

“And has there been any jealous

y? Any fighting over you?”

“No…”

“What about for time?” asked Corey. “Has there ever been a time when you thought one of us felt like a third wheel? Or have we all pretty much been united in our… let’s say… affections for you?”

I swallowed and nodded. “You have,” I admitted. “One hundred percent.”

“Then what’s the problem?” asked Mason. “We’ve talked this over a dozen times, the three of us together. We want you, Lauren. We’re willing to split you — to share you while we’re together, and to enjoy you individually when we’re apart. I’m in Hollywood most of the time, but with you here in Vegas…” he smiled seductively. “I’ll be making the ride out all the time.”

“Or you could go to him,” said Brody. “Spend a weekend or more there, whenever you wanted. Hell, one or both of us might come with you. Depends on what’s happening with the club.”

“And that’s the other thing,” said Corey. “This is even more perfect than you think, because one or both of us is usually at The Underground. We’re there so much, a traditional one-on-one girlfriend would get sick of not seeing us.”