Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Page A

servers. They can’t be traced back to him, and he didn’t sign any of the stuff he sent to you, did he, babe?” Troy asked.
    “No, but if he’s got into my account he wouldn’t need to be Einstein to figure out who I’d contacted and why.” Porcha dropped her face against Troy’s shoulder. “Shit, this is getting messy!”
    “So, three guys turning up on your doorstep could only mean Georgio sent them,” Troy said, gently massaging the back of her head. “Woollard would know what he does.”
    Porcha covered her mouth with one hand. “Does that mean that I’ve placed Georgio in danger?”
    “Don’t worry about that. Georgio can look after himself.” Troy ran his large hands down her back in a manner that reassured. “But he does need to be warned about Woollard.”
    Troy lifted Porcha from his lap and went into the study to make the call. He returned after a few minutes, grim faced.
    “He now knows the score.”
    But Porcha could see that Troy was worried, which only increased her own fear.
    “What now, boss?” Adam asked.
    “I guess we wait for Woollard to get in touch.” Troy shrugged. “We don’t know where he is, so we can’t go after him.”
    “True, but I hate waiting.”
    “I’m sure we can think of something to do to pass the time and take our minds off things,” Beck said, grinning at Porcha.
    “Any other suggestions?” Troy asked.
    “I think Woollard’s camped out in the Jupiter house,” Adam said, “and that we ought to pay him a little visit.”
    “Because if he wants to take over from Sal, he has to move in on his property, too, otherwise Sal’s foot soldiers might not follow him.” Troy nodded in agreement. “Very likely, but it’s a long journey across state, and I don’t want to make it unless we’re sure he’s there. Besides, he knows we’re with Porcha and might be expecting us. I’m not saying we couldn’t get past his security—”
    “Glad to hear it,” Beck said. “For a moment there, I thought you were going soft on me.”
    “Oh, we’d get in all right, especially with a little insider knowledge to give us the edge.” Troy tweaked Porcha’s nose. “But I don’t think it’s an acceptable risk right now. There has to be another way.”
    “We could be proactive, get Porcha to ring Woollard and set things in motion,” Adam mused. “That way there’s less chance of Georgio being targeted.”
    Troy rubbed his chin. “Or, assuming Woollard had access to Porcha’s e-mail, we could get her to send a message to Georgio, saying that she feels safer now and doesn’t need us anymore. Especially since we appear to be more interested in getting into her pants than in keeping her safe—”
    “Good thinking,” Adam said. “That’ll make him furious.”
    Beck nodded. “And furious men make mistakes when they’re thinking with their dicks.”
    “Right.” Troy grimaced. “She could tell Georgio that she’s going…going where?”
    “That I’m going home to England,” Porcha said. “That I’ve arranged to meet a guy who can get me a passport. I could say I’m convinced that once I get back to England no one will follow me there and I’ll be safe.”
    “Might work,” Adam mused. “Obviously we’ll be there, not you, ready to take Woollard down.”
    “I’d like to go, too.”
    “Absolutely not!” three male voices said in unison.
    “Sorry, babe,” Troy added, “but we don’t know how many people he’ll have with him. We’ll have our hands full and won’t be able to protect you.”
    “I don’t need protecting.”
    “The hell you don’t!” Porcha was still on Troy’s knee. Beck crouched in front of her and ran his index finger down the length of her leg. “Leave this to us, Porcha. It’s what we do, and we do it well.”
    “He’s right,” Adam said. “We’re not trying to dominate you, if that’s what you’re thinking. We promised that would only happen when we play our sex games, and we’ll keep our word.”
    “But