This was risky. Some would call it stupid and they wouldn't be very wrong. It was like a sheep stepping into a gathering of wolves, or a lone warrior migrating into enemy territory.
For Darren, he intended to make it more like Daniel thrown into the lion's den.
All of these women had their reasons to be madly outraged by him. To claw his face with their manicured fingernails, or thwack his head to the side with slaps from their delicate palms.
But he fully planned to keep them in line. No matter what, he wasn't going to let his own emotions get in the way. He would rather world it as more of a weapon to get what he wants.
And what he wanted was all of these women.
All of them.
At least the ones who wanted to stay.
For a long moment, a charged silence followed his "welcome." It was almost like a living thing, thick and heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and shattered expectations.
