Chapter 6
Oriana decided she’d lost her mind. The men in her life had pushed her over the edge. Not just Paul and her father, no; Max could take some of the blame, too. Or most of the blame. Only he could make coming to his house, alone, to . . . umm . . .with five men sound . . .
Sound crazy. Slutty. A little hot considering she had her pick of some damn fine studs—Ugh. No. She’d regained her senses on the drive over. Once they reached the house, she’d made a mad dash for the first-floor bathroom—almost settling on a closet when she’d opened the wrong door.
She’d said she needed to go. She’d really just needed to hide.
Phone tucked between her shoulder and her ear, she leaned on the beige marble counter and prayed her sister would answer. Silver would know how to handle a situation li
