“Tell me you’re fucking with me.”

Vic and I were silent, glancing at each other and then back across the white linen-draped table at Luke. His fist crashed onto the tabletop, sending silverware scattering and threatening to spill all three of our drinks.

“Don’t make a scene,” Victor growled quietly as one of the waitstaff stuck his head into the private dining room we were having lunch in.

“Fuck making a scene!” Luke roared, his fist crashing into the table again before he violently shook his head, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

“We obviously didn’t know, man,” I hissed at him, leaning my elbows on the table and shooting him a look. “How the fuck could we have?”

He said nothing, the three of us silent for a long minute or two.

“You both had her. Together.”

I glanced at Vic, and we both nodded.

Luke swore, standing abruptly and whirling. He stalked across the room to the big windows overlooking the capital of his kingdom of North Revania, leaning against it and muttering furiously.

Fuck.

I knew Vic and I both felt bad, but then, not that bad. Not after the night before, with her. Because the night before had been perfect.

She’d been perfect.

Sexy, gorgeous, fun, challenging. Willing to step outside her comfort zone. And more than that, too. Sure she was drop dead beautiful, but she’d stirred something in me — in both of us.

And now shit was about to get way complicated.

The thing was, it shouldn’t have been complicated — not with us, and not when there was a place where the three of us had “not argued” over girls before.

The club, of course.

Three crowns, one woman, one night. No names, no pictures, no nothing except anonymous fun. The whole point was blowing off steam, for rich, privileged men like us.

Men who liked to share.

And we did.

Hell, the three of us had grown up together. We were brothers in everything but blood, coming up together as the sons of the Trio of Kings that had ruled Revania of old. That was of course before the trade agreements that had started the fracturing of what had once been one country. Then it was the provincial local governments and “senators” our fathers had allowed to slowly take more and more control, until finally, about twenty years before, the unthinkable had happened.

The senators had forced a vote, and with money stuffing enough pockets, the election had been sealed — Revania would now be three countries rather than one. Three fractured states being run into the ground by bloated, thieving politicians hellbent on their own agendas. The three of us were still princes, of course — still royals and still the de-facto “leaders” of our own parts of Revania. But we had chokeholds on us now — politicians we had to “report to.”

So instead, the tree of us had focused on our business acumen, putting our efforts into running what had become three of the most profitable financial institutions in the world instead of the countries we rightfully should have been running.

But that was all neither here nor there at that lunch.

What mattered right there was that Luke was pissed. Normally, there wasn’t any jealousy between us. Being rich, young, and powerful, we’d of course had women throwing themselves at us from an early age. But none of us had ever gotten “stuck” on a woman. None of us had ever individually found someone we couldn’t get out of our heads, or hearts.

Instead, we shared, and mostly at the Club.

And that was the secondary problem here — the one none of us was addressing yet.

She knew who we were.

I’d seen the look on her face when we’d turned to meet Luke’s new personal assistant — the one he’d been obsessing over for weeks. The one girl who’d ever turned his damn head and stopped him in his tracks, and she was the very girl Vic and I had shared the night before.

Without him.

And that look on her face was a dead giveaway. Fuck the fact that we’d been wearing masks — that girl knew exactly who we were the second she’d locked eyes with us.

And that was a big fucking problem.

The club was anonymous. I mean, fuck, of course it was. Can you fucking imagine the scandal of a girl knowing who the men at that place were? Sure, a lot of them could put two and two together — or, hell, three and three together — what with the name of the club and all.

But there it lived in rumors.

Hearsay.

An urban legend.

And that’s exactly how the members — ourselves included — preferred it.

A sex club where royals took a woman to bed three at once? I mean c’mon, it sounds fake even saying it. But it was real.

It was very real.

Now, granted, Julia didn’t know us from the club, but she was a smart girl. Sooner or later, she was going to get stuck on the matching tattoos of ours I knew she’d seen, and she was going to put the pieces together.

“Luke— fuck, man,” Vic growled, rubbing his temples. “Dude if we’d had any fucking idea it was the girl you’d been telling us—”

“It’s fine,” our friend snapped, still turned away from us.

But it wasn’t. None of this was. Not the fact that she knew who we were, and not the fact that our girl was Luke’s new PA, and the girl he’d been obsessing over.

Because even knowing that Julia was “the girl” Luke had been stuck on didn’t change what I knew Vic and I were both thinking — that she was without a doubt the girl that we were now stuck on. Because the night before had been more than just the single best sex of both of our lives.

The night before, we’d connected with her on a level that scared the shit out of me. Out of him too.

So beyond everything, what wasn’t “fine” the most was the fact that for the first time in our lives, a girl was about to come between us all.

And more than anything, that was a fucking problem.