Free Eyes Wide Open by Lucy Felthouse

temptation to scurry to the elevator while his back was turned and bolt for the safety of her room.
    Unbidden, her gaze dropped to his backside. Today, he was dressed more casually, but was still smart in his jeans and deep blue shirt. And, just like his suit, his jeans looked tailored too, so perfectly did they mold to his high, firm-looking arse cheeks. Cheeks she’d quite like to grab great big handfuls of, preferably as they were naked and thrusting—
    This time, her smutty thought process was cut off by their arrival at the table. Green Eyes stood as they approached and pulled out a chair for Fiona, pushed it in as she sat down, then retook his own seat. “Hi,” he said, holding out a hand. “I’m James Kenrick. I’m glad you decided to join us. It’s nice to meet you properly.”
    “You mean when I’m not having a coughing fit.” Heat overtook her cheeks again as she released his hand and wished like hell her mouth wouldn’t run off so often without consulting her brain, especially not in front of two of the most gorgeous guys she’d ever seen. Guys who, for some unknown reason, wanted to speak to her, spend time with her.
    “Well,” James said, shrugging, “yeah. I mean, if that’s what floats your boat, so be it. But I’d rather have you talking to me than coughing at me.”
    Smiling tightly, she lifted her glass to her lips before mentally reminding herself to slow down, to take it easy. Chugging down the drink to hide her embarrassment could set off a repeat of the other day, giving all three of them a serious case of déjà vu. Not sexy. Sipping carefully, she enjoyed the mild burn of the gin as it slid down her throat, savoring the pleasant buzz, then put the glass on the table.
    “Fair enough. So what would you like to talk about? Logan assures me you’re both very interesting, so I look forward to hearing about you.”
    “I didn’t say very interesting,” Logan interrupted, that smirk on his face again. “I said we were quite interesting.”
    “Huh. Silly me. I should have held out for conversation only with very interesting men, shouldn’t I?” She wasn’t entirely sure where her sudden sassiness was coming from, but a splutter of sudden laughter from James spurred her on. “You pair had better not be dullards, or I’m leaving as soon as I’ve finished my drink.”
    “Bloody hell”—Logan held his hands up again—“you drive a hard bargain, Fiona. Well, as long as you don’t cheat and down your drink in two seconds flat, James and I will do our best to up our game from quite to very interesting. Deal?”
    “Deal.”
    Fucking hell, what am I doing?

Chapter Ten
     
     
     
    “Great.” Logan slapped his hands down on the table, which was sturdy enough that none of the drinks were in danger of toppling over, then picked up his pint. “Well, to make sure we’re more interesting, we’ll have to loosen our tongues a little. Let me go and get some more drinks in, all right? Can I get you one, Fiona?”
    Eyeing her own glass, which was still half full, she said, “No, I’m all right, thanks. Maybe on the next round. If you’re still interesting, that is.”
    Grinning, Logan downed the rest of his drink, then glanced at his friend. “James? I’m going on to Jack and Coke. You?”
    “Yeah, the same. Thanks.”
    They both watched Logan for a couple of seconds as he strode toward the bar, then turned back to each other. “So,” James said, his sinful lips curving up into a smile that should have been illegal, “what interests you, Fiona? Got to make sure I’m barking up the right tree, here.”
    She shook her head, ignoring the increasing heat low in her abdomen. “You’d better not start making stuff up. I don’t want any fibs. Why don’t you start by telling me about the two of you—where you’re from, how old you are and what brings you to the Totally Five Star?”
    Shrugging, he said, “Okay, that’s simple enough. I’m James Kenrick. I’m twenty-nine and