The Prospect (5 page)

In time, Bea was
beginning to relax and actually act normal. The food and wine was impeccable.
Enjoying such a fabulous repast with two charming and quite divinely handsome
Scots was enough to mellow any normal girl down. She still quivered when they
sent her those strange, hooded looks of theirs, but she managed to ignore the
sudden chills and heat waves she felt alternatively each time she looked up and
met either man’s stirring gaze.

To her relief,
there was so much they found to talk about, and many times, she knew she
surprised them with her contributions to certain topics. She was no airhead;
she definitely knew how to make good conversation. And wasn’t that what a true
professional companion was all about, she thought, feeling quite happy with
herself. As she relaxed, her smiles grew warmer, and her face shone brighter.

This escort thing
wasn’t so bad after all, Bea mused. She began to see the benefit to be had in
such a vocation. Without a doubt, it was quite a thrill being able to finally
meet men of like minds. They were cultured and truly delightful. Jason was the
quieter of the two, she noticed. He liked to listen and watch more, while Ryan
was the more outgoing, more inclined to draw Bea out of her shell with his
questions that were sometimes even teasing. All in all, they were quite
friendly, likeable chaps if she could just get over the fact that they were
just too beddable to be borne.

At last, the last
of the courses were cleared away, and suddenly Bea began to realize the evening
would soon draw to a close at some point. Why did she feel such a twinge of
disappointment? Lisa had mentioned something about dancing, or even end the
evening with some cocktails at the bar. But Bea wondered if she’d enthralled
them enough to make the brothers wish to spend more time within her charming
presence?

Suddenly needing a
reprieve, she smiled and rose with her purse as she excused herself to go to
the restroom. They both rose immediately, and she felt impressed by their
gallantry. She strode away and resisted the urge to put more than a usual sway
to her walk as she secretly wondered if the brothers were watching her go.

Inside the empty,
classy ladies room, she slumped against the door, for the first time being able
to draw a proper breath. She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead for a
moment, before turning to the mirrors lining the marbled room. Staring at her
reflection, she almost didn’t recognize herself. The make-up made her look more
mature, more womanly, as did the flattering dress. Her hair was still perfectly
in place, and she couldn’t help smiling as she thought she didn’t look too bad
for an evening with the two most eligible bachelors ever. She chewed on her
bottom lip as she finally remembered why she’d escaped to the bathroom.
Quickly, she hunted in her purse for her cell phone as she hurried made to call
Lisa. She had asked her before she’d left to make sure she called to let Lisa
know how things were going.

But when she rang
her friend’s number, it was switched off. And then she remembered that by now,
Lisa would be well on the plane to Vegas. Bea really should have excused
herself ages ago to let Lisa know there was nothing to worry about; the two
Scottish gents were quite happy with their replacement date and the evening had
gone splendidly so far…

Giving up after
three more tries, she did some minor touch-ups to her appearance, drew in one
last deep breath, and left the silent haven of the ladies room.

Bea’s relief at
having made it so far on the date without embarrassing herself or her
“clients”, shattered the minute she returned to the table to join her two
dashing companions.

*

“Now that you’re
back, Bea; there’s something we’d like to ask you. Do you do outcalls?”

Surprised by Ryan’s
sudden question and the hooded glint in his eyes, Bea looked to him and echoed,
“Outcalls?” She was a bit lost; was that some kind of escort term she should
know about?
Damnit
! Lisa really
should have briefed her better.

“Yes,” Ryan said
slowly. “Do you do visits? For example, would you follow us back to our hotel?”

Oh, now she got it.
Bea might be somewhat green but even she knew the universal language of, would
you fuck?

“I’m sorry, but
that wasn’t part of the arrangement,” she said primly.
What the hell!
She was thinking in alarm and more than a little
jolt of excitement.

“We know this,”
Ryan told her calmly. “But we’re also aware that whatever acts the escort
finally chooses to share with the client – or in this case, clients,
would be her choice and nothing to do with what’s been arranged with the
agency. So I ask again, Bea. Will you accompany us to our hotel suite? We’re at
the Waldrof, and we have a very discreet, extensive and charming suite. We
could order a bottle of wine, get to know you better.”

Bea was caught
between fury, arousal, embarrassment, and dismay at herself for even for a
millisecond considering this. “
No
,”
she gasped, fingers tightening on her napkin. “I’m not a call girl, Mr. Wallace
– “

“Twenty thousand
dollars,” Jason cut through briskly, fingers tapping quietly on the tablecloth.
“We would be willing to part with this if you agree to join us.”

Bea turned to him
with an indrawn, open-mouthed gasp. Another what-the-hell moment hit her as she
realized these two wanted to actually blow a load of cash just to get her into
bed.
Twenty grand, in fact.
Really
? Was she worth that much in their eyes, for a night? Just
what did they mean to do to her anyway?

Probably something
sick, twisted and depraved – or at the least, involving things she’d
never done or dreamed of doing!

 
And they kept saying “we”. Did they mean
them both, with her? Bea shivered secretly from her toenails to the tips of her
ears. She really should have thought to ask Lisa what she did in situations
like this. But seriously, had Lisa ever been in this kind of spot before? If
she had, Bea would kill her for exposing her to such…such erotically charged
danger!

“I’m not for sale,”
she bit out, staring Ryan, and then Jason, in the eye. “I told you, I’m not a
call girl.”

She couldn’t help
wondering if they’d still be offering such an insane amount if they knew she
was far from the sexy, bed-ready professional escort they thought she was. She
didn’t doubt that there were tons of women out there who’d spring at this
opportunity, especially at such a price, but not her. Damnit, this was barely
her first time on the “job” and already she was getting indecent propositions!
And it wasn’t even her real job!

“What if we don’t
offer you money? What if we could give you something… different?” Jason asked,
making her heart pound with the way he spoke so calmly, his words clear even
with the clipped Scot’s accent.

“I can’t imagine
what you’d have that I’d want,” Bea half-choked. Why the hell was she still
sitting there, arguing? These two were pulling some strings she’d never even
known
were attached to her deep-set,
secret fantasies. Because from somewhere buried deep in her subconscious,
she was getting freakishly aroused by this
. Especially since
she’d been sexually drawn to these from the moment she’d walked up to their
table and set eyes on them both.

“What we have…is
the ability to mentally, emotionally and physically pleasure you,” Jason said
with a shrug. “We’d like to be given the chance to do this.”

“Yes, Bea. It’s
really that simple,” Ryan concurred, with his sexy lips breaking into an even
sexier grin. “You see, the tables are turned; now we offer ourselves to
you
.
One night of
inescapable delights – for all concerned.
You’d wonder why you
have never tried it before.”

Bea didn’t –
couldn’t speak. Just then, Jason sat forward, making her almost start at how
sensually…predatory he seemed. His stormy blue-green eyes caught hers in a
compelling gaze.
 
“Maybe I should
explain further. For a long time my brother and I have looked out for that
special woman. Someone who could draw us both the same way, in the same
measure. You walked into the room, and instantly, we knew. We have never been
so sure of anything in our lives. And after an hour in your presence, we only
want one thing.”

Jason paused,
glancing at Ryan, who finished plainly, “We want to be yours.”

“Mine?” Bea
pronounced when she could finally get to speak moments later.

 
Jason leaned back, giving her the chance
to breathe again, albeit raggedly, while Ryan nodded and replied, “Yes.
In every way.
What would it take, Bea, to have both of us at
your beck and call? You will be our woman, and we will be your men – yes,
your men. You have two ready, adoring males willing to give you every pleasure
you ever dreamed – for as long as you want.”

Finally, Bea found
a way to make sense from all the wildness. “Seriously? Now you’re
offering
me sex – your bodies,
like it’s some God’s gift?” She was chuckling and shaking her head.

Jason’s eyes
blazed. “Trust me, Bea…one night with us and you
will
believe it is a gift from above.”

She chuckled, now
highly amused.
And tremendously aroused, damnit.
Going
a whole year without sex was beginning to take its toll on her. She was
actually considering what these men were saying.

“Sorry guys, but my
body’s not on the shopping list. Fucking my clients was never on the job
description, either. You paid for dinner and my company, and that’s all on
offer. I’m not a prostitute. And I refuse to become one just so you can both
live out your kinked up fantasies,” she blurted out.

Kinked up fantasies
that were getting her moist down below, truth be told. Damn Lisa! Bea thought
with an inner rush of consternation.
Lisa
would have been the one getting the indecent proposition from the most
gorgeous species of manhood to walk the earth, not me, Bea fumed! But then what
did she know? She’d only ever had two boyfriends – and only one had been
her actual lover.

She shivered away
her confusion and irritation mixed so stimulatingly with arousal. She couldn’t
really blame these guys – they thought she was a professional escort. And
to save face for Lisa and her escort agency, Bea had to keep up her
professional act. They mustn’t guess she was just some IT executive assistant
who knew next to nothing about real men – and real sex. And lord knew
these guys were offering her the taste of both…

Chapter Four

Bea was already
gathering her things before she’d actually begin to see the good in what these
two freakishly sexy men were suggesting. Her whole body was screaming at her to
comply; she could hear the creaks in all her nerve endings and hormones just
begging for her to say “yes” to whatever they were offering.

But as always,
common sense prevailed. “Um, I’m really, really sorry to say no to you guys.
I’m sure it’s not a word you hear very often. But seriously, I can’t possibly
agree to what you’re asking. What you’re both asking.” She stared meaningfully
at them both. For some reason, the restaurant seemed to shrink even smaller as
they looked at her. Why did they make everything around them seem so
inconsequential and small with their larger-than-life personas? She felt light
in the head. Just how many glasses of wine had she had?

“Do you gamble,
Bea?” Ryan asked quietly.

“Not recently. No,”
was her dry reply. “Why? Want to go to a casino?”

Ryan smiled with
mild humor. “No; I was just wondering if you’d care to take a bit of chance.
Say, you do follow us to our hotel. And then, after five minutes, if you decide
you want to leave, then we let you go. Five minutes, Bea.”

She already opened
her mouth to flat-out refuse. No way she’d be in a room alone with these two
for five minutes.

But then Jason
smirked. “Maybe she isn’t a gambling woman, brother – but she’s certainly
not the daring type. Are you, Miss Hamilton? Maybe we frighten you – or
at the least, make you feel uncomfortable. Maybe you
do
know how good it can be, but rather forsake your secret desires
just so you can walk off back into to your prim little shadow. So let’s up the
stakes, shall we? Once the five minutes is up and you definitely choose not to
continue, then you’ll get a hundred thousand dollars for proving us wrong.”

Bea swallowed. Why
did he always have to bring up money? But for some reason, his “wager”
interested her. “Wait up; you’re going to pay me a hundred grand if I finally
decide I don’t want to spend the night with you?”

“In fact, I’ll
double it,” Ryan said smoothly, watching her stunned face with a small smile.
“That’s right, Bea. We’re that sure of ourselves. Because we know you won’t be
saying no after the five minutes. But I give you my word: if you do choose to
leave, then we’ll let you go – and you’ll be two hundred grand richer.”

“I don’t know what
it is about you billionaires,” Bea bit out, inwardly wanting to kick
herself
for sounding like she met them everyday –
which she didn’t of course. “You always think your money solves everything.”