She glares. “That’s not it.”

“Then stay the night, and we’ll discuss options in the morning at a reasonable hour.” A plan starts to come to life in the back of my mind, a wonderful, devious plan that will get all three of us exactly what we want.

For a moment, I think she’ll argue, but she finally nods. “Only for one night.”

Fuck that. I want them both, but if I have to choose right now, I choose her. “The couch is only big enough for one, so one of you will have to be in the bed with me.” I tug on the hem of my shirt as I consider options. For once, I’m not sure the best way to play this. If my ultimate goal is to seduce both of them into being a throuple, would it be better if Shiloh or Broderick shared the bed with me tonight? Since I don’t know, I can’t help poking them a little. “I could take the couch, of course. Since you’re so friendly, you shouldn’t have a problem sleeping together.”

“I’ll take the couch.” Broderick offers it without hesitation, barely letting me finish before he’s throwing himself on the first sword available on Shiloh’s behalf.

From the look on her face, she isn’t pleased with either of us. “I will take the couch. If you really want to prove you’re ready to start treating Monroe like a Bride, this is a good place to start.”

He hesitates but finally nods. “I’m going to get a few of my things. I’ll be right back.”

Shiloh’s shoulders slump a little as he leaves the room. They’re so fucking transparent, it irritates me. I flip my hair off my shoulder. No time like the present to put my plan into motion. “So, you and Broderick are just friends.”

“Yes.” She sounds so wary, I almost smile. She’s smart enough to sense a trap, but I’m not going to give her a chance to avoid it.

“Are you sure?” I give her a concerned look. “He’s really sexy. You haven’t even thought about it? Felt a spark? Anything?”

“No,” she says firmly. Too firmly to be anything but a lie.

Gotcha. I finally allow myself to smile. “In that case, you won’t mind if I fuck him tonight. Since I’m his Bride and all.” I lean forward and lick my lips. “I promise to make it up to you in the morning. I’ve been dying for another taste of your pretty pussy.”

Shiloh won’t look at me, but she’s turned a darling shade of red. When she finally manages to speak, her voice is too high. “Of course I don’t care if you fuck him. You’re his Bride, and we might be intimate, but we’re not exclusive. Do what you want.”