“Of course,” Banks answers immediately. “Lead the way.”

The only room I have access to is the kitchen, so I breeze past the three men and the elevators. “Tram Fam on the move,” Tobias announces to the office.

“I’m going to kill you,” I whisper at him over my shoulder.

He beams back at me.

We continue down the short hallway to the other side of the elevator bank and hook a left. Surrounded by three men who each have several inches of height on me, I unearth the key from my apron and slide it into the lock, ordering my fingers to firm up and stop trembling. There’s no reason to be nervous. None at all. I’m going to explain to these men that I have no interest in dating any of them and shortly, they will disperse toward their respective corners of Manhattan, leaving me to figure out my next move with Karina. If there is one.

How did I get stuck in another unachievable pipe dream?

That’s the question echoing in my head as I step inside, flip on the light—and far too late recognize that the kitchen is only half the size of the tram car.

They’ve already piled in, arms crossed, looking at me expectantly.

We’re standing very close to one another, their big chests offering me warmth. The showered cleanliness of them so inviting, I mentally sob. No single man has ever been so touchable to me, but somehow these three beg for welcoming strokes from my palms. Valiantly, I try to ignore the effect their nearness has on my pulse. Or…is it one of them? All of them? I’m so confused. “What?” I ask semi-unsteadily, closing the door. “You have the nerve to show up here—at my job—and look at me like I owe you money?”

They all react differently to my gripe.

Tobias rocks back on his heels, Britishly amused.

Gabe hangs his head slightly.

Banks clears his throat, seeming to realize at once how intense the trio of them are coming across. “Allow me to explain, Elise. After you left last night, the three of us went out for a drink.”

“None of us ordered Michelob Ultra or something equally ghastly,” Tobias interjects. “So rest assured we all have a pair of balls.”

“Wasn’t really concerned about it, since I never plan on seeing them,” I shoot back.

Banks sends Tobias a look. “Maybe it’s best if you say nothing for a while.”

“Shut up and perform, Tobias. Not the first time I’ve heard that.”

“Great,” Banks says dryly, before returning his attention to me. “As I was saying, we went out for a beer and…” He pauses to adjust the collar of his dress shirt, which I already know smells incredible. Smoky and sweet. “I think it’s safe to say we were all dumbstruck by what happened on the tram. I don’t know how else to describe it. But none of us has experience with—”

“Objection.” This from Tobias. Obviously. “I’ve been in a foursome.”