before me.
Trent approaches us. He’s the biggest of the three. His physique is almost double the size of Michael and Josh. Okay, so I’m exaggerating a bit, but the man is big and husky with a lot of muscle.
“Miss DiMarco, my name is Trent. I’m the youngest and cutest.” I have to chuckle at his comment. Trent is also self-assured.
You can’t deny it; he is blessed in the gorgeous-male department, in fact, all the Graysons’ are. Trent possesses a youthful bad-boy appearance with short, blond military-style hair that emphasizes his green eyes.
Michael and Josh cough at Trent’s comment.
“Sorry, for the interruption. They’re a tad jealous of me.” He points to his brothers. “A pleasure to meet you, Ariana. I’m a big fan. I’ve watched your show several times. I own Grayson Investigations and Security.”
I extend a hand to shake his, and he grabs me, pressing me up against his solid chest, lifting me off the ground with a fierce bear hug, deflating my lungs. “A pleasure . . . to meet you as well,” I manage to spill out, panting for breath.
“Trent, enough! She can’t breathe for God’s sake,” Michael scolds.
Trent places me down, and I take an invigorating breath of air into my poor lungs. Sweet Jesus is he strong.
“Trent, Josh, thank you both for coming out. I appreciate all your help. Now, if you gentlemen don’t mind, I’m a bit tired and I’d like to get to bed.”
“We understand. It was a pleasure meeting you Ariana. I’m relieved it wasn’t a life and death situation. Be careful,” Josh says with a smile.
“The same applies here,” Trent says and gives me another big hug and kisses me on the cheek.
“I’ll walk you to your room,” Michael offers as I head in that direction. Michael startles me in the library as he lifts me up off the floor. I wrap my arms around his neck afraid that I might fall. He kicks the doors open with his foot and lays me on the bed, but I can’t release the hold around his neck.
“Ariana … sweetheart, this is only going to work if you let go of me.” He grins, his eyes soft, sparkling with speckles of turquoise in his green eyes.
I ease my arms away from his thick neck. A chuckle rumbles through his chest. He pulls the duvet over me, making me all warm, snug, and cozy. He turns down the bedside table lamp to low. He leans over to tuck me in. He examines the bump on my head, and I flinch from the pain.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he murmurs. I shake my head and gaze into those eyes, getting lost for endless miles. God, he’s breathtaking. I start when Michael says something, interrupting my fantasy.
“Ariana, I need a few words with my brothers before I chase them out. The nurse will be staying here with you for the next two evenings. I’ll head back home after she arrives. I’ll swing by sometime tomorrow night. I have several meetings scheduled, but I’ll be calling periodically to check in on you.”
“I don’t need a baby-sitter.” I exhale out, all flustered and angry with Michael and his authoritative, commanding demeanor.
“Ariana, I’m done arguing with you. You heard what Josh said. Unless you want to pay a visit to the hospital.”
“No,” I blurt out.
“I knew you’d say that. Good night, Ariana. It was ... eventful,” he whispers, bending toward me, and his sweet breath brushes over my face.
“I’m sorry we missed the opera.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll go another night. Please, promise me one thing,” he whispers against my ear, making me shiver.
“W-what?” I stutter.
“You wear the sexy dress you wore earlier this evening with the pair of four-inch red heels that caught my eye when I was in your closet,” he pleads, nuzzling his face in the nape of my neck, making every cell in my body dance with glee.
I nod, and rush out, “good night, Michael.” He pulls away and stands there with a pleased look on his face. He leans down and places a kiss on my nose and walks
Trent approaches us. He’s the biggest of the three. His physique is almost double the size of Michael and Josh. Okay, so I’m exaggerating a bit, but the man is big and husky with a lot of muscle.
“Miss DiMarco, my name is Trent. I’m the youngest and cutest.” I have to chuckle at his comment. Trent is also self-assured.
You can’t deny it; he is blessed in the gorgeous-male department, in fact, all the Graysons’ are. Trent possesses a youthful bad-boy appearance with short, blond military-style hair that emphasizes his green eyes.
Michael and Josh cough at Trent’s comment.
“Sorry, for the interruption. They’re a tad jealous of me.” He points to his brothers. “A pleasure to meet you, Ariana. I’m a big fan. I’ve watched your show several times. I own Grayson Investigations and Security.”
I extend a hand to shake his, and he grabs me, pressing me up against his solid chest, lifting me off the ground with a fierce bear hug, deflating my lungs. “A pleasure . . . to meet you as well,” I manage to spill out, panting for breath.
“Trent, enough! She can’t breathe for God’s sake,” Michael scolds.
Trent places me down, and I take an invigorating breath of air into my poor lungs. Sweet Jesus is he strong.
“Trent, Josh, thank you both for coming out. I appreciate all your help. Now, if you gentlemen don’t mind, I’m a bit tired and I’d like to get to bed.”
“We understand. It was a pleasure meeting you Ariana. I’m relieved it wasn’t a life and death situation. Be careful,” Josh says with a smile.
“The same applies here,” Trent says and gives me another big hug and kisses me on the cheek.
“I’ll walk you to your room,” Michael offers as I head in that direction. Michael startles me in the library as he lifts me up off the floor. I wrap my arms around his neck afraid that I might fall. He kicks the doors open with his foot and lays me on the bed, but I can’t release the hold around his neck.
“Ariana … sweetheart, this is only going to work if you let go of me.” He grins, his eyes soft, sparkling with speckles of turquoise in his green eyes.
I ease my arms away from his thick neck. A chuckle rumbles through his chest. He pulls the duvet over me, making me all warm, snug, and cozy. He turns down the bedside table lamp to low. He leans over to tuck me in. He examines the bump on my head, and I flinch from the pain.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he murmurs. I shake my head and gaze into those eyes, getting lost for endless miles. God, he’s breathtaking. I start when Michael says something, interrupting my fantasy.
“Ariana, I need a few words with my brothers before I chase them out. The nurse will be staying here with you for the next two evenings. I’ll head back home after she arrives. I’ll swing by sometime tomorrow night. I have several meetings scheduled, but I’ll be calling periodically to check in on you.”
“I don’t need a baby-sitter.” I exhale out, all flustered and angry with Michael and his authoritative, commanding demeanor.
“Ariana, I’m done arguing with you. You heard what Josh said. Unless you want to pay a visit to the hospital.”
“No,” I blurt out.
“I knew you’d say that. Good night, Ariana. It was ... eventful,” he whispers, bending toward me, and his sweet breath brushes over my face.
“I’m sorry we missed the opera.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll go another night. Please, promise me one thing,” he whispers against my ear, making me shiver.
“W-what?” I stutter.
“You wear the sexy dress you wore earlier this evening with the pair of four-inch red heels that caught my eye when I was in your closet,” he pleads, nuzzling his face in the nape of my neck, making every cell in my body dance with glee.
I nod, and rush out, “good night, Michael.” He pulls away and stands there with a pleased look on his face. He leans down and places a kiss on my nose and walks
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