Happenstance Read Online Tessa Bailey

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Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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“A better use of the rope might be strangling you,” I say sweetly.

They’re literally following me slowly around the room while I back around furniture and try to avoid tripping over discarded boots and remote controls. “Look, I’ll keep in contact with you guys and when the situation blows over, we’ll—”

Banks shakes his head. “No.”

“You’re pushing us away, Elise.”

“Rope.”

I snatch a throw pillow up off the couch and launch it at Tobias’s head. He ducks, gracefully, avoiding the projectile. But he doesn’t anticipate me hurling another one immediately afterward and this one hits him square in the forehead.

He’s shocked and miffed, and I can’t help it, I start to laugh. In my distraction, I trip backward over a remote and land on my ass near the edge of the rug. Hitting the ground without warning jars me into laughing even harder, despite the fact that all three of them are surrounding me now, worriedly asking if I’m all right and checking for injuries.

“I’m fine,” I assure them, slapping numerous hands away. “You should be checking on Tobias’s ego.”

“It’s in shambles since meeting you, thank you very much,” Tobias clips, but he’s looking down at me and battling a smile. “But if it makes you happy, you can grind it to dust.”

I bat my eyelashes at him. “It really does.”

He goes right on smiling, but there’s a slight hardening of the planes of his face. “Are you done threatening to leave, Elise?”

My smile drops. “It’s not a threat. It’s not an irrational decision, either. These men trashed my apartment, and I don’t want to involve any of you in a situation that could get worse before it gets better. Gabe, Jameson Crouch is your boss. Being involved with me might even jeopardize your job.”

“Better than jeopardizing your safety, Elise,” Gabe says gruffly.

Banks crouches down in front of me. “At the risk of replacing Tobias as your least favorite—”

“Hey!” Tobias complains.

“Elise.” Banks sighs, shakes his head. “You’re looking for any excuse to get rid of us. The urge to protect yourself from pain isn’t going to go away overnight. You’re searching for an escape hatch because you’re afraid of going down with the whole submarine.”

“Insert torpedo dick joke here,” Tobias murmurs.

Banks studies my face, a pulse tapping in his temple.

The longer he looks at me, the more exposed I feel.

“Are you just the coach? Or do you double as the team psychologist?” I mutter.

His lips tilt at one end, but his eyes remain as intense as ever. “You know I’m all about giving you choices and making sure we don’t overstep…” Banks reaches out and frames my jaw in his hand, tilting my face up. “But so help me God, you are not going anywhere without us until this shit is over. Is that clear?”

Oh…my God.

I don’t have the words to describe what happens inside of me in that moment.

Until now, I thought I was craving the sense of control these three men give me, but that hint of dominance from Banks has riddled me with need. Maybe the circle of four is big enough, powerful enough to hold more than one kind of pleasure. More than one kind of escape. Or maybe I’m still in control after all, because Banks is eye level with me, waiting for my response, even as his hand slips down to my throat and squeezes lightly, eliciting soft groans from Tobias and Gabe. They’re waiting for me to say yes to being owned. Yes, to owning them. I’m still holding the reins, but they want to take them for a while.

And it’s galling for someone so independent to admit that I do want to hand over control for now. I’m in a tailspin. My job is on the line, possibly my safety, too. I don’t know which direction my future is heading, and I’m scared of how much these three people are starting to mean to me. I don’t want to think, I just want to feel, and leave it to Banks to sense this and gamble on it.

But so help me God, Banks said a moment ago, you are not going anywhere without us until this shit is over. Is that clear?

“Yes,” I push past my dry throat, more than a touch shocked at myself. But eager to let go and let myself be directed for a while. Just a little while.

“That’s a good girl,” Gabe breathes, tone heavy. “That’s our girl.” A quick glance away from Banks’s hypnotic stare tells me the foreman is hard in his jeans, his index finger toying with the zipper. Waiting on the edge.

“I see. It’s only a problem when I threaten to hold her hostage.” Tobias might be complaining, but his voice has gone thick. Everyone in the room has noticed the drastic change in energy. A minute ago, I was throwing pillows and now I’m on the floor in front of three men being held by my throat. “This is usually where Banks asks what you’d like from us, love. Who you would like. How far we’re allowed to go. But the fine print seems to have been left up to me this time.” Tobias removes his hat, tosses it aside and starts to remove his sweater. “What do you want the next couple of hours to look like, love?”


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