The Escort Book 1 (BILLIONAIRE BROTHERS) - a HOT erotic menage short (The Invitation)

by Jordan, Lucia

  She drew in an inaudible breath. It would really have been much easier if there’d been someone else to pair along with these doubly delightful devils. Seriously, which two guys booked a date with just one escort? Bea remembered asking Lisa this same question as Lisa had put finishing touches to pinning up Bea’s lustrous dark brown hair.

  “It must simply be their personal preference. Perhaps, like some men, these brothers enjoy the idea of lavishing their attention on one woman. Just count yourself lucky and enjoy,” Lisa had teased.

  Bea had made a face at her flat mate then, but she wasn’t being so disdainful now. Oh, no way. Because these two guys were more than ample distraction for any right-thinking woman. Individually they had their special masculine appeal – but together, they were quite utterly overwhelming.

  However, Bea remembered the part she was to play. Save the day, leave with dignity and a sense of fulfillment that she had at least, done something spontaneous for a change…

  ***

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Miss Hamilton. Bea,” Jason said with a small smile, as he slowly withdrew his hand from hers. “I must confess you’re very much different from what we expected. From your photos, you were distinctly blonde.”

  Bea resisted the urge to bite on her lip. “Well…I’d like to start off by apologizing. I’m not Lisa Kendrick whom you were expecting to meet tonight. I’m…I’m Bea Hamilton. I had to fill in at the last minute for my um…colleague who had an urgent emergency.” She saw their eyes narrow, and added quickly, already taking up her purse, “Look, I’ll understand if you don’t like the idea of me taking her place. I’ll leave right away and perhaps you both can reschedule her when…”

  “You misunderstand,” Jason said, a slightly lifted hand making her pause in her rush. “What I meant is that, I find you a pleasant surprise. Quite honestly, far preferable to what we imagined.”

  “Oh,” Bea said quietly, settling back slowly into her seat and fighting down the pink from her cheeks.

  “Jason is right,” Ryan drawled, and her eyes flew to his. “Your colleague, Lisa came highly recommended from one of our business contacts. In fact, it was he who insisted on making an appointment for us with a professional escort. Something about giving us both a “treat”.” Ryan smiled, and just that simple gesture was enough to make Bea blink as somewhere deep in the juncture of her thighs, she quivered. Bloody hell what were these guys made from? Pussy magnets? They were dangerous to her very much neglected hormones.

  Ryan added smoothly, “I can assure you that suddenly, my brother and I are quite glad we changed our mind about refusing the kind offer. You see, we don’t really do escorts.”

  I can tell; Bea almost blurted. Looking at these two, they’d never need to pay a dime for female companionship. If anything, they’d be batting off the ladies left and right. And not just due to their billions. Even Bea could tell that they gave out that special aura that appealed to the deepest and darkest needs in a woman’s soul. Thank goodness, Bea thought with an inner sigh, that she was virtually immune to such tendencies. Oh, they were desirable no doubt, but knowing they were beyond her reach and could never be anything but her charming dinner companions, made her feel somewhat secure and relieved. Since she knew there was no chance in hell she could have them, she could rest easy.

  “I understand, and I’m glad that we’re getting to share this lovely evening together,” Bea heard herself say with a courteous, very escort-ish smile and demeanor. Once again, she noticed both their gazes narrow speculatively, as the brothers sent each other a brief, unfathomable look.

  At last, Ryan turned to her with another of his gorgeous smiles. “Well, shall we order?”

  Chapter Three

  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.”

  “If you don’t like the idea of keeping the money, you can always spend it on your favorite charity, or something,” Jason cut in, already sounding somewhat bored – though she could tell that might just be a ruse. Weren’t they sharp-minded businessmen, who knew how to drive a bargain? “Look, Bea, we’ve made our play. I think it’s time you made yours. We want you. I don’t think we’ve ever wanted a woman this much. But we’re not going to spend all night talking you into this. Especially when we know that this could be as much for your pleasure as ours.”

  Oh yeah, Bea thought, inwardly pissed off. Why he really was a cocky lad, she fumed. So, they were so sure about themselves, huh? Well, it seemed they didn’t know about her iron-clad control. Bea never let her body rule her actions. That’s why she’d stayed celibate a whole year despite the pressure from attractive enough would-be sexual candidates. Maybe it was time these two studs were taken down a peg or two to show them they weren’t all that. And she was the one to show them.

  Dumping her napkin, she tilted her chin up at them both. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

  She could have sworn their lips tilted slightly in triumph, but it was too fleeting to be sure. She drew in a breath as Ryan gestured for the tab.

  Outside, as their sleek, gleaming chauffeured black Maybach stopped in front of them, Bea was already regretting her decision. Hadn’t she been spontaneous for one night, for agreeing to the date in the first place? Now, she was about to be driven off alone with these two near-strangers. What if they were serial killers, who’ll rape her and then dump her body somewhere? They were rich enough to be able to cover their tracks well. And what if…

  “Bea?” Ryan’s deep, Scotsman’s accent cut through her irrational fears. “After you.”