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minestrone she’d ever had.
    Calvin spooned the soup into his mouth and regarded it with delight. “Delicious.” He leant forwards and spoke in a low voice that only the three of them could hear. “What colour panties are you wearing, Sam? Do they match your dress?”
    She almost choked on her soup.
    David also watched her with interest.
    “Why do you want to know?”
    “Because I’m a curious cat.”
    Adam snorted.
    “They are…black,” Sam said.
    “Hmm. Just what I thought.” Calvin scanned the surroundings. “Give them to me.”
    “What?”
    Calvin’s eyes burned brighter. “Slide your panties off and give them to me.”
    “Are you crazy?” Sam turned to Adam for reinforcement.
    Adam only shrugged. “You better give them to him or he’ll go under the table and steal them from you.”
    “I thought you’re supposed to be my date?”
    “True. But I did tell you that I like you without panties and all.”
    Damn. Adam had said that when they’d first met.
    This was definitely weird. If not straight-out kinky. For her anyway. Her bosses seemed to enjoy this kind of exploit. Sam surreptitiously glanced around. Everybody was consumed with Lily Huntington’s drawling speech. Sam sat straighter and tugged the tablecloth to cover her lap. She slid her hand under her gown and hooked a finger on her panties. Slowly, she pulled them down. It was a hard feat without looking conspicuous. Five minutes into it, she managed to get them down to her ankles.
    Pretending that she’d dropped a fork, she leant down and crumpled them in her hand. “Here.”
    Calvin extended his arm to the middle of the table. She shoved the panties into his palm. To her horror, Calvin didn’t make any attempt at being discreet. He examined them at his leisure and even took a long inhalation.
    Adam rolled his eyes. “Great. If anybody catches you doing that, you’ll shatter the illusion she’s my girl.”
    The corner of Calvin’s lips curved upward. “She’s not only your girl. She’s ours.”
    David put his elbow on the table and whispered, “Are you wet?”
    Sam cringed. What was he up to now?
    “I could check,” Adam offered. He snaked his hand under the tablecloth and skated it upwards to her pussy.
    Sam stiffened. Maintaining a poker face while Adam casually stroked her as if she was his favourite kitty cat was impossible. Her body reacted to his hand wantonly. She moistened, despite trying not to.
    Adam plucked her clit and rolled it between his fingers. Sam gripped her spoon. She couldn’t believe what he was doing. Was he trying to make her come in the middle of the rich people’s party?
    Most likely.
    Pleasure engulfed her with knife-sharp clarity. She had to make Adam stop. Thing was, she couldn’t refuse anything her bosses had in mind. But if she came, she’d embarrass herself.
    Sam cleared her throat. “I’m sorry. I have to go to the bathroom.”
    David and Adam threw her disappointed looks.
    “Really?” Adam baited.
    “I really have to.”
    Adam withdrew his hand. “Don’t take too long.”
    “I won’t.” Only the rest of the party. Sam excused herself and wound her way out of the ballroom to find the women’s restroom.
    She closed the door with relief.
    That was…nuts.
    The bathroom was empty. The place was as fancy as the ballroom. Dark, sophisticated wallpaper. Rustic tiles. Gleaming countertop. Sam strode to the sink to wash her hands and maybe cool off her head.
    The faucet turned on by itself when she waved in front of its sensor. Wow. Sam was impressed. Rich people and their gadgets. She washed her hands with cold water. Then she patted some on her neck and temples to cool off her burning arousal.
    It helped.
    A little.
    The door opened.
    She widened her eyes. Calvin breezed inside the ladies’ room like he owned the place. He had a folding chair in his hand that he must have snatched from somewhere. He wedged the chair on the doorknob as if he didn’t want anybody else to come