Make Me Sweat (MFM)
Uniformed and Blazing Hot 5
Uniformed and Blazing Hot 5
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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Eliza wants a man that knows how to sweat. Or, in Cherish, where ménage relationships are the norm, two is better. Convincing her wealthy, controlling father of that is impossible. When he arranges a date for her, she dreads spending another evening with a stuffy white-collared man. But Aiden brings Chaz and one look at them has her sweating.
Firefighter Aiden Reeves rebelled against his wealthy parents' wishes long ago, but he gives into his mother’s matchmaking schemes to keep the peace. Her latest ploy involves Eliza Montgomery. He fears he’s in trouble when he hears her sultry voice. Then he meets her and knows he’s met his match.
Firefighter Chaz Slone isn’t part of the wealthy crowd, but Aiden enjoys dragging him along. Eliza might be drop-dead gorgeous, but there’s more to women than meets the eye. He’s right and the “more” she possesses ignites a fire that has the three of them hot, sweaty, and ready for more.
“Aiden Reeves,” she said on a sigh as she flung herself back in her chair and gave the phone a menacing glare. “Of course you pick now to call.”
Resigning herself to the fact that she might as well go ahead and get the conversation over with, she picked up her phone and thumbed the icon to answer. “Hello.”
“Is this Eliza?”
Smooth voice and articulately spoken words. Yes, he was definitely Aiden Reeves.
“That’s the name on my birth certificate,” Eliza said blandly as she divided her attention between the phone call and her computer. She clicked open her e-mail and scanned through the subject lines as the man confirmed what she had already guessed.
“I’m Aiden Reeves. I believe you have been expecting my call.”
Eliza rolled her eyes as she checked the delete box next to several e-mails that had managed to make it past her spam filters. “I’ve been waiting on the edge of my seat.”
She slapped her free hand over her mouth. Shit. She hadn’t meant to say that. But perhaps it was a good thing she had. Maybe she should let him know right off the bat that she wasn’t interested in this date or anything he might have in mind after.
Then again, being a bitch to him right off the bat probably wasn’t the best way to go about it, either. She was warring with whether or not to apologize when he made a sound she swore was a chuckle.
“Well, then. That’s, uh, good to know.”
Yes, that had definitely been a chuckle, Eliza decided. She could still hear the lingering amusement in his tone.
“Forgive me for saying so, but you don’t sound any more thrilled by this impending blind date than I am.”
Eliza cocked her head and gave the man her full attention. He wasn’t looking forward to their date either? A part of her felt stupidly insulted by that even as relief washed through her.
“You’re forgiven. I’m not at all thrilled about it.” Since they seemed to be laying it all on the line, Eliza decided not to stop at that. She didn’t miss a beat. To her surprise, neither did he. “To be honest—”
The cellular waves fell silent as they both broke off abruptly when they realized they had been saying the same thing at the same time.
Suddenly enjoying herself for reasons she couldn’t explain, she turned her chair slightly and propped her feet on the corner of her desk. “Okay, I’m curious. We’ll finish what we were saying on three. Are you ready?”
She didn’t give him time to answer. “One, two, three. I only agreed to go out with you because my father wouldn’t take no for an answer,” she said at the same time he said, “I only agreed to this date to keep my mother off my ass.”
Eliza felt her jaw drop. What were the odds? “Damn, we were close.”
“Very close,” he agreed, obviously as surprised as she was.
Eliza chewed her bottom lip. “Why does that feel freaky?”
He chuckled again, and something about the sound sent tremors down her spine. “Because we’ve both obviously been dreading this date, but now we don’t have to. Our intentions and motives are clear. We’re only going through with this to keep the peace with our parents.”
Eliza nodded even though she knew he couldn’t see it. “In other words, the night might not be so bad after all.”
She heard a smile in his voice and found herself wondering what it looked like. What did he look like?
What do you care?
Excellent question. She didn’t care. Besides, she would know soon enough when he picked her up Saturday night.
“I’m sure you had already made plans for the evening. I had, too,” he continued. “I suggest we make an appearance at the benefit, give everyone our most charming smiles, and—”
“Go our separate ways a quickly as possible,” she finished for him.
“That is if you’re okay with that?”
“Absolutely!” Why wouldn’t she be? His tremor-inspiring voice aside, if her father thought Aiden was perfect for her, then she knew without a doubt he wasn’t the man she was looking for.
“Great!” He sounded as relieved as she felt. “Then if you’ll give me your address, we’ll pick you up at seven.”
Eliza’s feet hit the floor as she straightened in her chair. “We?”
“Oh, um, me and my friend Chaz Slone. I drag him along on dates like this to remind my mother she can weasel me into doing this kind of stuff, but she can’t control every aspect of my life. She warns me every time not to bring him, but…”
“You do it anyway because you know she hates it.” Eliza laughed, thoroughly amused by Aiden’s antics. “Smart.”
He chuckled. “It works…most of the time.”
Eliza relaxed back in her chair. “So I’ll be going out with you and your friend Chaz.”
“I suppose I should’ve asked you if you were okay with that first. I apologize.”
“Your friend has the same agenda as you, right? Make an appearance and a timely escape?”
“Trust me. If I would let him out of it, he wouldn’t be coming at all.”
Eliza smiled. “Then I’m okay with it.” She rattled off the address to her apartment and waited for his reaction. She expected to hear revulsion in his voice. Instead, she was pretty sure that was surprise in his tone.
“You live in Hamilton Pointe?”
“Is there something wrong with that?”
Hamilton Pointe wasn’t one of the most lavish apartment complexes in Cherish, but it wasn’t one of the most rundown either. Eliza figured it fell somewhere in the middle, offering its residents a gym, a pool, and modest-size apartments at an equally modest monthly rent. She had chosen it because she could easily pay for it on the royalties she made from her cover art without touching a dime of her father’s money.
“No, I’m just…” He trailed off and started again. “I know exactly where it is.”
“Then I guess I’ll see you and your friend at seven tomorrow night.”
Eliza thumbed the icon to end the call, thinking that was decidedly the oddest conversation she had ever had with one of her father’s supposedly perfect-for-her suitors.