A fact they didn't fail to notice. Or enjoy. Sitting in chairs across from the couch, the coffee table between them, they openly admired her.

Their attentions kept Danielle's cheeks rosy with color even as she tried to ignore them.

She'd always been aware of their admiring glances, but they had been just that . . . glances. Gazes that lingered for an extra moment before being redirected. But today their gazes were not being redirected. No. Their eyes were openly crawling over her again and again.

She found herself revisiting a thought she'd had after meeting each of them; would she date, or more honestly sleep with them? While...