were about to head out if you don’t need us for anything else tonight.”
I shook my head and closed my computer. “I can stop where I’m at and get started again in the morning. Does nine work for you?”
“Could we do eleven? I know you have a lot to do, but it’s my wife’s bi-annual check-up and I always go with her.”
I could see the love for his wife shining through and I smiled. “Eleven is no problem. I can get a start on things at the hotel and flag anything I have questions about.”
“Thank you,” he acknowledged and turned, leaving the door open as he turned to greet his wife.
I watched them, her hand in his as they left their business, off to live their lives. A pain shot through me at the thought of never having what they have, and I blew out a steady breath, pushing away the heavy thoughts that liked to creep in from time to time. No matter how much I wished for love, deep down, I didn’t feel it would ever happen for me.
I needed to remember the two sexy men waiting to take me out tonight and not worry about potential futures and families. That could wait until I was back in my lonely house in Atlanta. The car service had me back at my hotel before six and I raced to my room.
Jumping into the shower, I shaved everything that needed tending to, and quickly washed away the dust from the office. Rubbing my favorite vanilla lotion into my skin, I sat on the bed, my fingers hovering over the phone’s keyboard as I questioned my sanity. I was going to dinner with not one, but two hella hot men and I was having second thoughts.
As if on cue, my phone chimed and I glanced down, seeing a picture of the two brothers, both dressed in tight jeans and fitted Henley’s, standing in front of a full-length mirror.
Jameson: Get ready, sexy. We’re coming for you.
I swallowed the nervousness down as I felt my nipples brush against the towel I had wrapped around me. I could be brave, or I could be the recluse I had become since my divorce. Choosing to be brave and wanting to see where the energy we had came from, I took a selfie, showing the top of the towel and the swell of my breasts as I smiled seductively into the camera, my hair cascading over my shoulders.
At least I hoped it was seductive and not looking like I was sick.
My phone chimed once, then immediately a second time from an unknown number.
Unknown: Can I have one without the towel, please?
Jameson: Damn, woman!
I smiled and saved Lachlan’s phone number in my phone, using the picture they sent as both their photos until I could get one of them individually. I whipped off the towel, my sensitive nipples painfully peeked and my pussy already wet. It wasn’t a given the three of us would end up in bed tonight, but I was determined if the opportunity arose, pun intended, I was going to take full advantage of the situation.
After sliding on my best lingerie, a wisp of black fabric that held my heavy breasts in place, with tiny silk panties that left nothing to the imagination, I slipped on my favorite blue jeans with the rips, turning to inspect my ass and happy with the results. I decided on a chunky cream-colored sweater that was soft against my heated skin and pulled my knee boots on, the three-inch heel sexy without being painful on my feet.
Lachlan and Jameson were both taller than me by a foot and I needed a boost. Double checking my makeup, I spritzed my favorite perfume on my pulse points, between my breasts, and on my wrist. Happy with the finished product, I switched my wallet and cell phone into a smaller handbag and locked my room behind me.
Sending a quick text to let them know I was on my way to the lobby; I held my hand to my nervous stomach and closed my eyes as the elevator descended into the building. The doors opened and a man in a suit ran his eyes up and down me as I exited, trying to hide my eye roll as he entered the elevator and the doors sealed him in.
Glancing around the expansive lobby, I see Jameson leaning against the wall, his ankles crossed and his muscular arms over his chest. He smirked at