One more glance to a smiling Emanuel and she took a deep breath and got into the limo. A few seconds later, the limo took off.
She leaned back against the custom leather seats.
Zane was fuming, she could tell, and Cash was no better. They didn’t say a word, and that both worried her and aroused her. They were jealous. They were angry, and she wanted to know why. Weren’t they the ones who didn’t like commitments and did one-night stands regularly? For crying out loud, they were the ones with the reputations. Even Emanuel knew about them.
Oh God, what was Emanuel thinking right now?
Her cell went off and she reached into her purse to read the text.
Are you okay? Call me if you need me. Keith and I will see you at Phantom’s tonight. Love ya.
She was about to text back, when Zane took her phone from her hands.
“Who is texting you?”
“Hey, that’s my phone and that’s none of your business.”
He raised his eyebrows at her. “You want to go there? I’m about two seconds away from throwing you over my lap and spanking that ass, Chiara. Don’t push me.”
She was about to say something but he gave her such a look she leaned back and crossed her arms in front of her chest. In her mind she wanted to smile. Zane’s words aroused her. She was either heading toward total abomination or she was headed into ecstasy with two of the sexiest men on earth. Either way, she was going to die coming. She wanted them, and their jealousy, their expressed interest turned her on entirely too much.
“You’re not going to Phan
tom’s with him and this other guy Keith,” Zane stated as he scanned the other texts from Emanuel.
He placed her cell into his suit jacket pocket then fixed it as the limo continued on its way. Beside her, she heard Cash talking to someone and canceling his afternoon appointments.
She swallowed hard as the limo stopped.
“We’re going to get to the bottom of this. As soon as we’re upstairs,” Zane stated as Cash opened the door then offered his hand for her to step out. Behind her she felt Zane’s hands on her hips, assisting, and her pussy clenched with need.
They headed up the elevator and into their penthouse. Both men pulled off their designer suit jackets, tossed them onto the couch, and then loosened their ties. Zane held his tie in his hand. He caressed it back and forth across his palm. His eyes held her gaze as she slowly kept stepping backward into the room.
Cash had his hand on his hips. He was nibbling his bottom lip and breathing kind of heavy through his nostrils.
“I want to know who Emanuel is to you.” Cash said in a controlled tone. Zane continued to caress that damn tie back and forth. She imagined him using it to tie her up to their bed and make love to her as they restrained her.
She took a deep breath. She needed to know what these two men expected from her.
“Give me my phone.”
“No,” they both stated firmly.
“I need to touch base with my office. I need to tell them that I’ll be a little bit longer.”
Zane stomped toward the couch, got her phone from his jacket pocket, then stopped short right in front of her.
“Call them and tell them that you’re tied up for the rest of the day. Forward all your calls to voice mail,” Zane whispered firmly, then wrapped the silk tie around his hand and pulled it tight. She nearly gasped with excitement. She had never been so turned on. This was what these two men did to her.
She swallowed hard. “Is this what you do to all the women you bed? You make demands on them whenever you want them to bid your needs?”
Cash stepped closer. “Make the fucking call or don’t. We really don’t care.”
Holy shit. Now Cash was getting tough, too.
She made the call then tossed her phone onto the table. She stood there and held her ground despite her quivering thighs and very sensitive cunt.
“This is the last time I’m asking you, Chiara. Who is Emanuel to you?”