Free Their Proposition by Charisma Knight Page A

never intentionally hurt her. Their year-long relationship had roused feelings from all three of them. When she felt herself falling for them, she immediately threw up walls.
    Someone tapped on the glass window causing her to turn.
    Smiling, Nick held his badge up against the window. They thought flashing their badges would allow them access. She hated it when big dogs used their status to get what they wanted. Corporate rules meant wearing badges so everyone could see them and letting yourself in. They were no exception.
     
    She grunted when Nick rang the doorbell while Pete
    impatiently tapped his foot. She hated that too, and they knew it.
    She picked up her badge and held it in the air while pointing to it.
    Hopefully, they’d get the message. She rolled her eyes when Nick waved and rang the doorbell again. He was being an ass, as usual.
    Sort of like the last time they’d visited.
     
    “Let the games begin,” she said, grinning to herself. She was determined to be the winner in this power struggle. She produced a cheesy ass smile that seemed to ignite a little frustration in Pete—she loved ruffling the Viking’s feathers. It had made for awesome down and dirty sex, back when they got together.
     
    Nick rang the bell again and returned her smile, until Pete whipped out his wallet in sheer agitation and swiped his badge. He strolled in, getting ready to say something until his BlackBerry rang.
    Nonchalantly, Melanie shuffled some papers to flaunt how busy she was while holding the Viking’s gaze. Lust brewed in both men’s eyes.
    A few months ago, Nick had sent her chocolate-covered
    strawberries, while Pete gave her a large box of Godiva chocolates.
    Each one tryiong to one up the other. Why did both men have to compete for her affection? This was the very thing that had destroyed their relationship in the first place.
     
    “Good morning, Melanie,” Nick said as he strode up to the ledge. “Got a conference room for us today?” He leaned on his elbows while tapping the conference-room book with his fingers.
     
    “Morning, Nick,” she replied as she stared into the big Italian’s baby blues. Yeah, he still had the same effect on her. “Are you guys expecting visitors, or will it be just the two of you?” She cleared her throat as her core clenched, moisture pooled between her legs.
    While arrogance was their middle name, she yearned to be
    sandwiched between them again; for old times’ sake, of course.
     
    Nick frowned while stroking his goatee and staring into her eyes. “No, just myself and Pete,” he said. “Red is definitely your color,” he added with a smile. “But then, you already knew that, or you wouldn’t be sporting it, eh darling?”
     
    Her nipples pressed against her bra and she squirmed in her seat. “Thanks,” she said, clearing her throat. “You guys can take one of the guest offices in the back,” she went on before answering a call.
    Just as she hung up, Pete ended his conversation and joined Nick. One glance and she knew he was pissed. His jaw was tight and squared and those icy cold blues peered right through her. She swallowed as her nipples hardened.
    “I see I’m going to have to put you in your place while I’m here,” Pete said, arching a blond brow while awaiting her answer.
    She glanced up at the man, smiling. “According to security, all visitors are supposed to let themselves in, and wear their badges instead of keeping them in wallets. You know that, Pete. It’s corporate policy.” She paused briefly, but decided she wasn’t going to bite her tongue. “Besides, you couldn’t put me in my place if your life depended on it.”
    Pete frowned and peered at her through narrowed slits and
    spoke in a soft voice. “Is that an invitation?”
    Melanie exhaled sharply. “An invitation for what?” She bit her bottom lip as the big blonde’s jaw muscle twitched a few times. She loved plucking at his nerves as much as they enjoyed vexing hers.
    He always