Wild - Jaci Burton Page 0,2
Really.” Yes, he was, really, but it was uncomfortable in a good way. Two men wanted her. Wow.
“You really had no idea,” Seth said.
“No. I didn’t. I mean, God, this is so embarrassing, but no, I really didn’t.” Could she be more clueless? Such an unattractive quality. She brushed her hair away from her face with her fingers, trying not to blush. She wasn’t exactly the most experienced flirt. The only man she’d ever been with was Chad, and she hadn’t flirted since high school. That was almost fifteen years ago. She was rusty.
“Okay, since Mike butchered this so damn badly, let’s start over.” Seth stood and pulled Abby from her chair, keeping hold of her hands. “Abby, over the past year Mike and I have gotten to know you very well, not only professionally but personally. You’re not only competent as an up-and-coming veterinarian but also warm, charming, gorgeous, and funny, and we found ourselves with one hell of a dilemma. First off, we didn’t want to approach you during your internship, because that would have been unprofessional. Now that you’re finished up here, there’s no moral conflict, and we felt we could ask you if you’d like to . . . shit, I’m not doing this any better than Mike did. This sounds like a fucking job interview.”
She fought back a grin at his obvious discomfort. Okay, admittedly, this was fun. “A dilemma?”
“Yeah. We both want to ask you out.”
She couldn’t help it. Her lips quirked. “And that’s a dilemma?” She felt the old flirtatious surge, long dormant, spring to life. Creaky and not used in a long time, but it was still there.
“A big dilemma,” Mike added, stepping beside Seth to take one of her hands in his. “I’m sorry we overwhelmed you with this. We kind of thought you knew.”
A little shiver of delight skittered down her spine as she realized she was sandwiched between two incredibly sexy men. Now this she could get used to. “I guess I was focusing on work and wasn’t paying attention.” But she was sure as hell paying attention now. And enjoying every second of having Mike and Seth look at her as if they wanted to eat her alive. Her body flushed, but this time not from embarrassment. Heat seared her from the inside out. Her panties moistened, and her nipples hardened to the point she wanted to look down and see if they showed through her scrubs.
“Too much work and not enough play,” Mike said with a wink. “You’ve been working your ass off the past few years. It’s time to play a little. Let Seth and me take you out this weekend. Since we realized we were both interested in you and neither one of us was willing to back off, we figured we’d both take you out and let you decide.”
“Decide?” She looked at both of them and swallowed hard, not even wanting to ponder the implications of that word.
“Okay, not really decide,” Seth corrected. “Mike’s an ass. There’s no decision to make. We’ll just have fun. We’ll buy you dinner at the club. The entire office staff will attend, and you can bring your friends, making it completely safe. We’ll dance and toast your impending graduation with a bottle of champagne. Or two,” he finished with a wink. “Then if you’re interested in either of us or maybe both of us . . . well, we’ll go from there.”
Holy shit. Could she do this? Go out with two men? At the same time? Her head was beginning to pound. Everything was happening much too fast. This morning her biggest concern was getting home so she could to feed her cat, do her grocery shopping, and be done in time to catch her favorite television show before she had to start her homework. Such was the excitement of her life.
This was a little bit more than she was used to. She needed Blair and Callie, and she needed them now. A powwow was in order.
“I need to think about this,” she said, her gaze flitting to both of them. Actually, she didn’t. She wanted to jump on it right now before they changed their minds. But she really needed to talk to Blair and Callie first and get their advice. The only man she’d ever dated was Chad. It wasn’t like she was loaded with experience here.
“You do that,” Mike said. “No pressure. God, I’m really sorry about this, Abby. We mangled this whole invitation pretty