Harley crossed his arms. “We just didn’t think it’d be worth it to get comfortable; this will be quick.”
Huxley smiled. “We’re not going to be able to offer you this job.”
I took turns taking confused looks into the Foxxes deep, amber eyes. “Wait, what? What about the email?”
“We thought it over,” Harley began, “and it just doesn’t seem like you’ll be right for the position.”
It had to be another one of their games. I thought of Axel’s advice. One up them right, bro? “That’s fine. I have other offers. You came to me, so if you’re not interested, then you’re right. There’s no reason to get comfortable.” I stood up from the chair and turned my back to them, making strides towards the door. A blur of color blew past me in the blink of an eye, and suddenly Huxley stood between the door and I. I threw on an innocent expression. “I don’t understand. You said I’m not right for the position, so I’m leaving.”
“Alright,” Huxley held his hands up in the air, “you caught us. We still want you for the job, but we were hoping you’d be willing to prove how much you want it.”
I scoffed. “I don’t have to--” I stopped short at the feeling of someone closing in on me from behind. Harley brought himself so close to me that air could barely pass between us. “What are you doing?”
Huxley closed the difference between us. “Don’t pretend to be surprised. You know exactly what we expect from the women in our lives.”
“From your lovers. I’m not having sex with you.”
Harley ducked his head over my shoulder and inhaled. The feeling of his breath on my neck sent chills down my spine. “And whose fault is that?”
Huxley reached forward and brushed a lock of my hair away from my face. “Let us show you one of the best benefits you can look forward to as our new head anchor.” Harley’s hands slid around my hips and squeezed. A gentle moan squeaked out and Huxley laughed. “Looks like we’re not the only ones looking forward to this, brother.”
Harley snickered, his deep voice reverberating in my ear. “I guess not.”
Huxley grabbed the side of my neck and pulled my face to his while Harley’s hands continued to explore my body, traveling further and further down my thighs to grab the hem of my skirt to start hiking it up. “You know you want us, Alexa.”
Why wasn’t I fighting back? Why wasn’t I telling them no? Why was my heart doing 150 in a 35 without any care or concern? Harley continued to pull my skirt up my legs and just when Huxley was about to touch his lips to mine…
My eyes sprang open. I put my hand to my mouth, a confused mixture of anger and...something else...still pumping through my veins.
7
Alexa
Standing in front of Harley’s office felt a lot like deja vu. I tried to shake the memories of the twins sandwiched around me with their hands all over me out of my mind. Yes, they were good looking, but I had to maintain perspective. I wasn’t here to be treated like another pet. I’d worked hard to get to where I was, and I wasn’t going to throw it all away to be some rich playboys’ sex pet. Thankfully, when I knocked on the door, a woman with dark red hair, set up on top of her hair in a tight bun.
“Miss Storm. Thank you for coming.” She moved out of the doorframe and held her arm out, motioning me into the room.
“Thank you.” I walked into the room and noticed that not two, but four of the Foxx siblings were present.
Fortunately, Huxley was not among them. He led the charge in my dream, and though he was identical to his brother Harley in appearance, they had differing energies. I might have found it next to impossible to concentrate if the more immature of the twins was present. Harley, however, was there, sitting center behind his desk, wearing a formal suit and tie from what I could see of him. His eyes locked in mine as I entered and my body turned up the dial on its burners. Calm down, I thought to myself. No reason to get hot and bothered.
To his left, was Jett, the brother I’d met a couple of days prior. He wasn’t wearing a suit, but did have a dress shirt on, and was leaning against the ledge to the window behind Harley. Next to him, stood a man I’d only seen in the media before: Rogan Foxx. He was taller than his brothers, with long, dirty blond hair hanging around his face. Despite his present goatee and lopsided grin, he had a regalness about him that was almost imposing to be in front of. He watched me closely through thin-rimmed glasses that framed his relaxed, blue eyes. He looked like someone I’d see in the swimsuit edition of a sports magazine. Rugged, yet beautiful. His white dress shirt and tie covered a frame that seemed to be a touch bulkier than his siblings, but still put most men I knew to shame.