Five pairs of eyes swept up and down my body, especially focusing on my chest and thighs.

I knew they’d noticed that I wasn’t wearing a bra. How could those five men resist staring?

But I could barely afford to think about that. God knows how much self-control it took for me not to collapse right then and there.

I had been restraining myself for a whole month, and now there were five strong, perfectly built men in front of me, exuding pure masculine pheromones. The fact that I hadn’t thrown myself at them already was a testament to my restraint.

I wasn’t paying any attention to their conversation until my boyfriend placed a few boxes of beer on the floor. “Why are you sweating? Want to wash your face and join us for a drink?”

I quickly nodded, pretending I needed to freshen up.

Once inside the bathroom, I sat on the toilet with my face in my hands.

What… what is happening?

Am I really just some natural-born slut?

I took a quick shower, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me again. As I approached the sink to splash some cold water on my face, I noticed a pair of athletic shorts hanging on the wall, with underwear draped beside them.

Thinking about the steam rising off James earlier, these must have been what he’d just taken off after his shower.

Maybe it was the privacy that made me let my guard down, or maybe it was the intoxicating scent of masculinity on James Harris’s clothes that clouded my mind. Before I realized it, I had leaned in, inhaling deeply.

The scent completely blanked out my already chaotic mind.

“Smack!”

Suddenly, a sharp, elastic sound echoed through the room.