“There are two of them. One for me, and one for you. Or, maybe two for me, and the hell with you. They are that fucking gorgeous,” Heather stated.
“Really, Heather? Two for you?”
“Hey, I am so into that. I could handle those two. Sandwiched between them as they each pound into me, begging me for more.” Heather kept staring, and then Chiara saw her father greeting them and her concern shot up.
“Who would be doing the begging?” Chiara replied sarcastically to her friend.
Heather gave her arm a smack.
“They’re beautiful. Look at the way they fill out those custom tuxedoes. They have muscles, nice, firm, hard chests, and I bet their cocks are big.”
“Heather,” Chiara reprimanded, but as she stared at the two new faces, she felt the heat hit her cheeks, and Heather’s words whirled around in her head. These men were definitely sexy and beautiful. She wished she were more brazen. She sometimes wished she had the gall, the attitude, of a runway model when it came to men. But instead, she held out for that perfect one. She wanted love, and she didn’t want to settle. Sex was emotional and deep.
The first and only man she ever had sex with was Emanuel, and they were still best friends more than ten years later. They met in high school their freshman year and continued a friendship in college and thought that they would be together forever. Losing their virginity to one another was a plan, a way to ensure that their first times weren’t mistakes. She laughed to herself. They were both planners until this day. They had never regretted making love for the first time to one another, but both admitted that they weren’t meant to be more than friends. That had worked out just fine, and they could talk to one another about anything.
Emanuel was very attractive, but these two men were so good looking they could stop traffic, and that was exactly what they were doing now.
A small crowd of men, her father included, gathered around them, shaking their hands and appearing impressed with their presence.
Maybe they were some wealthy investors or something? But they looked young. Thirty would be pushing it.
Her father knew these men. Her father had invited them here and Chiara had never seen them before. Who were they?
“Don’t waste your time, ladies, those two are very particular about the women they bed.”
Chiara and Heather turned toward Sasha. The woman was beautiful, and she was experienced. Chiara disliked her immensely because Sasha wanted to bed Chiara’s father. But her dad wasn’t over his wife. Not by a long shot.
The fact that she knew about the two men kind of pissed her off, too. Not that it was surprising. Sasha was assertive with her assets. Always had been, and always would be. Chiara’s mother had disliked her immensely.
“Sasha, how nice to see you. You look so pretty,” Heather said with very little emotion, making it apparent that her words were forced.
Sasha looked down upon Heather and gave her a little once-over of her own.
“Rummaging through your closets again, Heather? I could give you the name of my personal designer,” Sasha said. Heather looked like she was about to attack, and Chiara wanted to make sure she didn’t miss an opportunity to meet the two strangers.
“Don’t get out the claws, ladies. We’re at a party, remember,” Chiara said, but her eyes remained on the two men.
Sasha lowered her head to whisper into Chiara’s ear.
She was about five feet nine, just like Chiara’s father, but Sasha’s nails were fake, her cheesy French accent was fake, and so were her boobs and her lips. The woman was a total plastic surgeon’s showcase model. There was no denying her beauty, but her personality ruined it all.
“You look gorgeous, Chiara. So classy, and sexy in that dress. You’ve evolved into a hell of a woman. You can land any man you want. But I must warn you, since I care so much for your father, and look at you as if you were mine to look after. Men like those two can be quite dominant and demanding. Those two in particular like to be naughty…together. If you know what I mean?”
Chiara felt her heart beat faster, and her pussy actually reacted to the vision of those two men sharing a woman. Sharing Chiara. She’d read about relationships like that, but she also knew a few couples who lived that ménage lifestyle. They were very happy. Hell, her friends engaged in things like that often, but not Chiara. So why, looking at these two strangers, did something click inside of her?
She looked back toward the men, and they were headed her way, along with her father. By the smile on his face and the way the two men stared at Sasha, her, and Heather, then back to Sasha, summed up what they really were. Uninterested in her.
“Chiara, Sasha, Heather, I’d like you to meet two friends of mine. This is Cash Corbin and Zane Heston.”
The two men shook hands with Sasha then Heather and finally her. As she shook Cash’s hand, their eyes locked, and oh boy, were his dark brown eyes mysterious. He held her hand a second or so longer than what would be considered polite. She felt her cheeks warm, and the look in his eyes said he knew exactly what he was doing.
When he released her hand to his friend Zane, they locked gazes next. He seemed to study her features, like some computer gadget, as his eyes roamed over her cheeks, her dark green eyes, and then her lips. Her nipples were still recovering from Cash’s perusal, and now this guy’s. He, too, held her hand a few seconds longer than normal, then gave a small smile.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chiara.” He spoke, and her belly rumbled and twisted. His deep, husky voice did a number on her feminine parts. These two men were suave.
“Nice to meet you as well. So how do you two know Daddy?” she asked. With a bit of sarcasm. She was still upset over the conversation they’d had in his home office. Sasha excused herself and Chiara’s father, so Sasha could lay on the flirtatious charm.
Chiara watched out of the corner of her eye. Her father nearly rolled his eyes in annoyance, and it gave Chiara some relief. But now here she was, with Heather and these two very tall, very big, attractive men staring at her.
“We’ve known your father for some time. He’s a good man,” Cash told her as Zane just seemed to stare at her. Zane’s bold eyes swept up and down her body. He might as well have done it with a gentle touch, because she felt her entire body react.
“I haven’t seen either of you around before. Are you new to town? Need a personal escort?” Heather asked. Chiara waited for the two suave men to fall into one of Heather’s flirtatious traps, but they didn’t. Cash gave Heather the once-over then looked back at Chiara. Zane didn’t even bother to.
“We’re not new to town. But we are new to attending one of your father’s events, Chiara. Perhaps you can show us around?” Zane asked.
Heather realized that they no longer were interested in speaking with her, so she excused herself. Chiara wished that Heather had remained by her side. Chiara’s nipples felt so damn hard, and the dress she wore would give it away it was so damn tight. Men like this knew exactly how to get a woman aroused. The two were professionals. Plus, they were friends with her father. If it were about business, then they would try to win her over, just like the others. She wasn’t the new kid on the block. She got it, loud and clear.
“Perhaps. So what type of business are you two involved in?” she asked.
Cash and Zane appeared a bit surprised by her question, but Cash recovered quickly. “All types of things, including security for high-end companies.”
“Oh, is there a need for better security at Costiano’s? Is that what your business with my father is about?” she pushed, and by the expression on Cash’s face, the man didn’t like being pushed.
He eyed her over. “You have the most stunning, dark green eyes I think I’ve ever seen,” Zane told her, staring down into her eyes. She felt exposed, and battled between falling for their obvious charms and holding her ground. This was a first.
Chiara wasn’t comfortable around such dominant men. Their presence and their aura made her feel submis
sive. She actually felt like her pussy suddenly had a beat of some sort. The small sensation aroused her. Holy shit, they’re making my pussy throb, they’re so sexy.
“Are you okay?”
She felt the fingers under her chin, and quickly turned toward Zane. She looked up and locked gazes with exotic blue eyes. Her lips slightly parted.
“Oh, yes, I’m sorry, I’m just feeling a bit light-headed. I haven’t eaten anything yet, and have been running around greeting guests.”
“Well, that’s understandable, but I wouldn’t want you passing out on me. At least not in a public setting.” He winked, and she felt her cheeks warm again. The man was lethal.
“Can I join you for something to eat?” Zane asked. She looked up toward Cash. He seemed to smile at the fact that she looked toward him, too. She didn’t know why, but she saw them as one. It was like they were attached or came as a package. That made her face burn even more, especially as she thought back to Heather’s words of being sandwiched between the two men.
“I’d love a tour of your home. Perhaps a bite to eat first? We wouldn’t want you passing out on us,” Cash stated. He gave her a wink and she just stared at him. His face grew instantly serious. It was like she’d insulted him or something. She didn’t mean to. This guy was complicated. She could tell.
“Shall we, Chiara?” Zane asked then looped his arm through Chiara’s and escorted her through the room.
They drew quite the attention, and she actually didn’t mind one bit.
* * * *
Zane felt like he had the wind knocked out of him. Chiara Costiano was gorgeous. He actually felt like his throat closed up. This was not a common reaction to a woman that Zane was familiar with. One look at Cash, and boy, did his best friend look just as intrigued by Chiara. This was not good at all. If they did buy out her father’s company, take over Costiano’s, and perhaps sell it off for profit or revamp it, Chiara might be pissed off. Cash mentioned that her father had stated he didn’t want Chiara aware of any of this. Why? He wondered as they escorted her to the dining area.
Her stunning dress hugged her curves. The high slit on the silver near-sheer material drew his attention toward her toned thigh. From her perfect pedicure to her soft, light painted lips, she was a ten plus. As they walked, she eased her arm from his hold, either out of intimidation or a need for control. He didn’t mind that at all. The only regret in releasing her so easily was the loss of smelling her perfume and the scent of her hair. The way her large bust fit snuggly against his ribs was a turn on in itself. This woman was well built. No skin and bones here. Her long brown locks swayed as she walked, and even in very high heels, he still towered over her. There was something about a petite woman that really made his dick hard, and protectiveness consume him. He could see himself with a woman like Chiara.
Zane felt his cock harden and his crotch grow tight the further they walked. She had the qualities he adored in a sexual partner. Long hair, sensual lips, and a round, fuckable ass. Now if she had brains to boot, he may be in a bit of trouble.
He glanced at Cash, who gave him the evil eye, but also checked her out, even if it was inadvertently. Chiara had qualities Cash looked for in a perfect woman, too.
She had class. That was a given. She wasn’t throwing herself at them, but the night was still young, and she had large breasts and a gorgeous face. If Chiara had a brain to boot, and a bit of attitude, then both Zane and Cash were screwed.
“So, Zane, Cash, you didn’t say what business you were involved in with my father? Is it with security or something else?” Chiara asked as she took a place near the buffet table and began to make her way down the display of foods. There was a feast before them, and as the platters became low, more servers added additional food.
“We’ve done some business with him recently,” Cash replied.
She turned to look at them as they added some food to their plates. It was odd, but Zane felt like he couldn’t eat, and he was a good eater. As a matter of fact, it took a lot to fill his appetite. Staring at Chiara made him think that she would be a mighty tasty morsel he would never get his fill of. But he needed to stop thinking along those terms. They were doing business with her father. They more than likely were going to take over his company and buy him out. This may not sit well with Chiara.
“What kind of business?” She pushed for answers.
Cash spoke first as they walked near a large sitting area. She hadn’t taken much food. Perhaps she was dieting. Women were always dieting.
“To be honest, that’s between your father and us, Chiara.”
She widened her eyes at Cash’s reply and then she stood up.
“Well, there’s no need to be rude. I was just asking a question.”
Both Zane and Cash stood up, too, now. She looked so agitated. It was like she thought she could get them to disclose information, not in a bad way, but a curious way. Or maybe she was a spoiled brat?
“Chiara, darling, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The man’s voice came from the right, and suddenly Chiara was placing her plate down onto the small the table as a man approached and pulled her into his arms. She grabbed onto his shoulders in an attempt to stop him from hugging her. Zane wondered if he were a boyfriend as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against his side. Then Zane saw the man’s face. Pompous and pampered, he recognized him from the files. This was Costiano’s main guy, the president of the company.
“Marvin, meet Cash Corbin and Zane Heston. They’re business associates of Daddy’s,” she said as she tried to pull away from the man. Zane got the impression that she didn’t want to reciprocate the feelings the man was showing her. But he was twice her size, and the palm of his hand was pressed securely against her hip bone. It annoyed Zane.
“Business associates? You two look familiar.”
Zane didn’t have to glance at Cash to see his reaction to Marvin. They could sum him up pretty quickly, but they would give him the benefit of the doubt.
“We have those kinds of faces I guess,” Cash replied, and Zane saw Cash glance at Chiara. She was staring right at Cash. Marvin gave her hip a squeeze. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to grab you really quick to see if you’re available for a date on Sunday? I thought we could go to the theatre and then a quiet dinner at my place.” He reached up to place a strand of her hair behind her ear. Did she just shudder from that asshole’s touch?
“We’ll leave you two alone,” Cash said then looked at Zane, but Zane still stared at Chiara and waited for her response. Why he felt as if he were on pins and needles waiting for her acceptance or denial, he wasn’t certain, but as Cash began to walk away and so did he, he heard her response.
“I have plans on Sunday. Perhaps another time.”
“Plans with whom? Not Emanuel?” Marvin asked her with an attitude and what sounded like disgust toward the guy.
“Marvin, it’s none of your business. I’m busy.”
Cash gave Zane’s arm a tug as they continued walking away.
“That sounded interesting,” Zane whispered.
“I don’t think she likes the president of her father’s company,” Cash replied.
“I don’t like him either, and we just met the little prick.”
Cash chuckled. “You were getting awfully friendly with Chiara.”
“Hey, bro, I’ve got to learn the players in this game.”
“Zane, it’s not a game. This is different.”
“You know I handle everything better when I look at it as a game. I’m competitive, I have to win, and sometimes I even wind up with an additional bonus prize.” He looked back over his shoulder toward Chiara.
Cash looked back, too. “Hey, she’s off-limits.”
“Why?”
“She’s Costiano’s daughter, that’s why. You can go find some easy chick to hook up with if you’re in need.”
“Fuck you, man. I don’t sleep around. Too many psycho women out there.”
“Whatev
er. Just stay clear of Chiara.”
Zane was a bit taken aback by Cash’s attitude but he understood why. Zane smiled to himself. This could be the best business deal to happen to them. They were both attracted to Chiara, but was she attracted to them? Could she be the woman they talked about finding and sharing? Now wouldn’t that be the icing on this cake?
Zane was still smiling when he and Cash entered the main room and spotted Robert Costiano. He caught their eyes and he didn’t look pleased. He waved them over.
“What’s going on?” Cash asked him before Zane could.
“I’ve got a problem I need to talk to you about. I think I want this deal to happen sooner than later. I want to be sure that my daughter doesn’t find out about this. You must promise me.”
Cash and Zane were a bit surprised, but as they followed Costiano into his office, Zane couldn’t help the uneasy feeling again in his gut.
* * * *
Chiara tried not to be rude as she listened to Marvin talk. She was too busy watching Cash and Zane follow her father back into his study. There was a damn party going on. What could they possibly be talking about? She had a funny feeling in her gut. What had started out earlier in her father’s office as concern and a bit of anger, now turned to interest. She was definitely interested in finding out more about those two men. It wasn’t just their strikingly handsome features, nor their great bodies accentuated by the custom tuxedoes they wore. It was more than that. There was an air about them. Not quite arrogance, definitely money, but hard, almost dominant charisma. It made her think of being cared for, feeling safe, and also as Heather had said, sandwiched between the two of them.
The question was, were they interested in her? She wasn’t one to chase men. Didn’t have to. But of course that meant she didn’t trust them. Perhaps they weren’t attracted to her physically at all, the way she was attracted to them. They could have been playing it off as such. But why? It wasn’t like she could persuade her father of much of anything. She was just a manager. Marvin was the president.
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