Both brothers lean back and away from me, locking eyes with one another instead, as if sharing a secret message with their eyes. Finally, Tom speaks up.
“Look, here’s the truth of the situation, as it currently stands,” Tom’s tone is blunt but gentle. “Gabriel and I both like you. We find you to be sexy in all the right ways. Your body is pure sin.” He eyes me appreciatively, and I can’t help but blush at his frank admiration.
“On top of that,” Tom continues, “you are sassy and sweet, and while we haven’t really gotten into intense topics, it’s clear that you’re smart. You were hired by Draper Peabody, and they’re selective when it comes to their associates.”
“All of this is to say,” Gabriel finishes up Tom’s thoughts. “Is that we like you and we want to get to know you. In every way that we can.”
I sit at the grand table, stunned that the men would be so open with me. They aren’t playing games. They’re putting all their cards out on the table, and trying to be honest. The question is: can I accept it? Is this what I want? Right now, I’m so confused. I’m drawn to these men, yes. My body wants them, and would love to experience the intimacy of being with two men simultaneously.
But can my brain handle it? Will I become a needy, clingy woman, begging to stay with them after our assignation is done?
I bite my lip. The only answer is that I have to remain unattached. I can’t get emotionally involved with Gabe and Tom because they’ve basically just told me that this isn’t about emotions. This is about pure sex, and I gasp a bit. A flame lights in my pussy, and I know I want it, even if I’m going to be left broken-hearted at the end.
Finally, I find the words.
“I… I want to get to know you, too.” My voice wavers slightly, so I clear my throat before I continue speaking. “I find you both to be extremely handsome, and plus, you’ve been nothing but kind to me since I’ve known you.” I say shyly, realizing just how much their kindness has meant to me over the last twenty-four hours. “I don’t think anyone has ever been so generous toward me. It’s scary, and I’m not sure where this is going, but I’m willing to see.”
I bite my lip a bit, feeling relieved that I was able to express my feelings, but also a little scared that I seem like a naïve girl in front of them. Silence awaits me, and hesitantly, I sneak a peek through my lashes at the two men. They’re ravishing me with their eyes, the blue gazes running up and down my curves like lions assessing their prey.
It’s Tom who speaks first, and this time his voice is rough.
“Go upstairs to your room, Michelle.” I raise my eyebrows ever so slightly at his authoritative tone. “Change your clothes. And then wait there for us.”
There’s no question in his tone, and I know I have to agree.
Without a word, I nod my head and push back my chair. Immediately, both men rise and I once again find myself caught off-guard by their good manners. They remain standing until I’ve left the room.
Quickly but quietly, I make my way back up the sweeping staircase to my suite.
I open the door to my little haven and am delighted to find that not only have my lamps been turned on, but that the fireplace is lit against the chilly night air.
I look around the room, wondering what I’m supposed to change into. Should I put on a nightgown? Lingerie? A different cocktail dress? But then, my eyes alight on a set of lacy lingerie folded neatly at the foot of massive bed. Slowly, I unfold the dainty piece. My eyes go wide with surprise and immediately, I blush.
There’s no way in hell this is going to cover me.
I turn the lacy brassiere around in my hands, trying to make sense of the delicate straps and where the different parts go. Quickly, I strip naked, grateful that I’d had the good sense to shave again this morning before leaving my apartment.
I fasten the soft black bra and adjust the different parts. The straps and band are thick enough, but where there would normally be cups, small, semi-circle pieces of lace cover only my nipples, and barely even that. The different straps sit beneath my breasts, pushing them up and making my already large orbs even perkier.
I turn to the similarly scanty bottoms. I hold up the lacy thong, feeling a bit self-conscious that I’ll be wearing next to nothing for the first time in front of not one but two gorgeous men. Like the bra, the panties also have a few straps, and slowly, I shimmy into them. Then, I adjust the straps so that they hit across my waist and hips. God, I hope I’m doing this right.