The simple words sent a shiver down her spine. She ignored it, turned her back on all three of them, and busied herself with unzipping her suitcase.
The door clicked shut behind them. Riley let out a shaky breath and sank onto the edge of the king bed, pressing her thighs together hard. Her panties were already damp. Just from their voices. Just from the way they’d looked at her—like they could already taste her, feel her, own her. She hated how much her body responded. She’d always been the responsible one, the girl who studied late, dated safe boys who never made her lose control. These three looked like pure, walking temptation, and every instinct screamed danger.
Still, she wasn’t about to make it easy for them.
She stripped off her travel-worn clothes—jeans, tank top, simple cotton
