Hot Vegas Nights (The Trifecta 1)

But I still don’t know my Trifecta’s name. I glance back at him and he’s still staring at me.

“Ben,” he whispers.

I blush. “Clara,” I say, even though he already knows my name. But, who knows. Maybe he forgot.

His grin widens. “Yeah, I know.”

Should it be illegal for him to be so good-looking?

“Nice to meet you.” I try to look away, maybe let the other brothers know it’s nice to meet them too. But, nope. Instead I stand here, eyes locked on Ben, acting rude by not doing a proper introduction.

“We would’ve taken you home but your sister must have taken your purse,” Damien says.

My gaze floats away from Ben and focuses on Damien. At least, I think it’s Damien. “Thank you for letting me stay here. If you could get my clothes and call me an Uber I can be out of your hair like that.” I snap my fingers.

I already feel so rude being here. And all sorts of murderous thoughts are entering my brain directed at Maureen. How could she leave me without my purse? With strangers.

“I’ll take you home, but first you need breakfast.” Ben leads me into the kitchen. “Let me go take a shower, and then I’ll feed you.”

“No, really. I’m fine. An Uber, and I’m good.”

Ben steps closer, causing me to back up until my butt hits a stool and I sit. “I’m going to shower, and then I’m going to feed you.” He’s so close. I swear I think I can stick out my tongue and lick his nose.

“Okay,” I breathe out.

I’m at their mercy.

“We’ll be right back,” Axel says.

“Do you three take showers together?” I mean I’ve heard of triplets sharing things, but showers.

The three of them laugh and Axel shakes his head. “No, when our parents had three pre-pubescent boys to deal with they added three more bathrooms.”

“You live with your parents?” I’m horrified thinking the Trifecta’s parents saw me passed out covered in puke last night.

“No, Mom and Dad are on an extended vacation. We own the place now,” Ben explains.

"Oh, good. I would be mortified if they saw me in the state I was in last night. I'm not normally a drinker. I have too many plans in life to mess around."

“I knew I was going to like you when you turned Benny boy down, but I think we’re going to get along even more,” Damien says, clapping Ben on the back before heading out of the kitchen.

Axel follows leaving me and my Trifecta, I mean Ben, alone. “Are you going to be ok alone, or do you want me to wait for my brothers to come back?” His eyes twinkle and he smiles. “Or, you can always join me.”

“I’ll wait.”

He spreads his arms wide, showing off his wickedly hot body. “Your loss.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Did you think that line would actually work on me?”

His smile fades. “No,” he says, searching my face like he’s wondering if he’s answered right.

“Go shower before I walk home.”

“You can’t leave without having breakfast. I’m the best cook out of the three. Don’t leave, I’ll be back.” Ben gives me a stern look until I nod, letting him know I‘m not going to run out on him while he’s in the shower.

He left the way his brothers had, and now I have an image of him naked in the shower with soap drifting down his abs like the champagne last night. I swallow hard and go into the fridge, finding a bottle of water which I down in one motion.

Chapter 6

Ben

I shower in record time, not wanting Clara to be alone with my brothers for longer than necessary. When we got home last night, I got Clara situated in my bed and went into the living room to celebrate with my brothers. For the first half hour, I had to take the shit they were thinking of the whole ride home that they kept in until Clara was out of the picture. They wouldn’t be brothers if they didn’t give me a hard time, and when something happens to them, I will give just as good as they gave.

They laughed at me, throwing my cocky words back at my face. ‘You heard Willie, I have thirty minutes.’ Assholes.

The fact that Clara puked and passed out on me made it even easier for me to be butt of the jokes for the night. Thankfully, I was able to steer them off the verbal beating I was getting by reminding them about the loan we got.

Big Willie’s is going to be ours; The Trifecta Club is going to be a reality. No more dancing for money. We’re going to be the bosses, and a hell of a lot of changes are in store for Big Willies. Trifecta is going to be the best erotic dance venue Vegas has ever seen.