“It’s not like that,” Braden began.
“Then what is it like?” I demanded with a little more anger than I intended. “You claim you don’t use Tinder, yet here you are, waiting on a Tinder date with your buddies watching.” 
The four of them shared a look. One that excluded me. I was about to get up and walk away when the stage hand guy—Ryan was his name, I thought?—spoke up.
“It’s not Braden’s profile.” 
I snorted. “It’s got his name and photo, but it’s not him?” 
Ryan rolled his eyes at me. “It’s a photo of the four of us. And the name on the profile says BRAD, all in caps.”
“Which is short for Braden.” 
“Nope,” Ryan said. “It’s an acronym.” 
It took me a moment to put it together while looking around the table. Braden across from me, with Ryan next to him. Andy at the end of my seat, with Dorian wedged in next to me.
Brad.
Ryan.
Andy.
Dorian.
BRAD.
“Oh shit,” I said. “Oh shit!” 
“It’s not quite what you think,” Braden hastily said.
“Braden, Ryan, Andy, Dorian,” I said, pointing to each of them in time. “You lure girls in for a date, and then what? Try to have an orgy?”
“No!” Braden said, at the same time Ryan said, “Not exactly.”
“Four guys, one profile,” I said. “Help me understand what I’m missing here. Because right now it looks really fucking creepy.”
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My first time on Tinder was a doozy.
Four handsome theater men when all I expected was one.
But then they laid a breathtaking proposition on me. One that dropped me, quite literally, to my knees.
They want to share me…. In every way.

Can I find a way to balance the intense love from these four amazing guys? Or will I end up the saboteur’s final victim on opening night?