Free Spanked by an Angel [Notorious Nephilim 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Carolyn Rosewood Page B

her…Well, two could play that game. And this time he wouldn’t insult her or get drunk.

Chapter Ten
     
    When Abigail entered the dining hall, she tried to look around casually, as though she couldn’t care less whether Emmett was in the room, just in case he was watching for her. She spotted him sitting by the window facing Glacier Lake, in nearly the exact spot she’d occupied the night before. She strolled toward him slowly, not wanting to appear too anxious. Before she reached the table, he turned around. A huge grin covered his face. It was then she realized he could see her reflection in the window.
    He stood up and pulled out a chair for her. “I’m glad you decided to come.”
    “Did you think I wouldn’t?”
    “I was afraid Zach might upset you again.”
    Abigail picked up a menu so she wouldn’t have to meet his gaze. “I don’t understand what you mean.”
    “He can be a bear when his feathers get ruffled.”
    She glanced over the top of the menu. “Bears don’t have feathers.”
    “Ha ha.”
    “He told me I had nothing to apologize for and then mentioned the party tomorrow night.”
    Emmett looked surprised. “He’s going?”
    “He seemed to indicate he was.”
    “I’ll eat that menu if he actually makes an appearance.”
    She put down the menu as a waiter walked over. After they’d given their orders, she leaned forward, inhaling his scent. “Is Zach not the party type?”
    “Not even close.”
    “He said Tiffany would be able to help me with a costume.”
    “She’s off duty, but I can have someone call her. She’s really into the eighties, so I’m sure she’d be glad to help you.”
    “Where does all the staff live? It’s pretty secluded up here.”
    “They live here, in a separate wing.”
    “Is that where you and the other owners live as well?”
    When Emmett grinned, her panties became moist. Good Lord. She needed one night of rest, at the very least.
    “Why? Would you like to see my room?”
    She lowered her voice. “Not tonight. I’m tired and sore.”
    He pouted, but his eyes still danced with light. “I’m crushed, Abigail.”
    “You’ll survive.”
    “Doubtful.”
    “What will he survive?”
    Abigail spun around as Zach’s smooth voice floated toward them. How had he heard them from several feet away?
    “Me getting some rest tonight.”
    Zach took a seat next to her, his gaze intense. Memories of last night came flooding back, along with more wetness between her legs. She’d never reacted this way to any man, let alone two.
    “Neither one of us will survive that, Abigail. How can you be so cruel?”
    She looked from one to the other. Both wore identical grins, and their eyes shone. She wondered if she’d still be walking by the end of her two weeks here. “I could point out at least a dozen women in this room who are watching the two of you right now, hoping to catch your attention. If you need willing female company, there’s plenty of it.”
    Zach took her hand and caressed her palm, sending shock waves straight to her clit. “But there’s only one Abigail Emily Cosslin.”
    She bit back a moan as she recalled the way Emmett had called her by her full name several times this morning in the meditation room.
    “I need a drink,” said Emmett, signaling for their waiter. “Zach, your usual?”
    He shook his head. “Not tonight.” He addressed the waiter. “Black coffee. Abigail? Hot chocolate with Baileys tonight or something different? Have you ever had hot milk and rum? We mix nutmeg in with it. I think you’d like it. Much more of a kick than the hot chocolate.”
    She smiled. “That sounds delicious. I’ll try it.”
    “Bring a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon,” said Emmett. “Cooper’s Hawk.”
    “A whole bottle?” asked Zach, his voice teasing.
    “You’re right. I should have asked for a shovel and my hip boots instead.”
    A look passed between the two that Abigail couldn’t interpret, and suddenly didn’t want to. If tonight’s