The Escort Series (Billionaire Bachelors) - Complete Collection (3 page)

“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.”

Bea swallowed, as Jason went in on the other side. Ryan tipped a brow at
her as he waited for her to go in before him into the powerfully expensive
automobile. This was her last chance, she knew, to run for it.

“Thank you,” she said with as slightly quavering smile, before sliding
into the luxuriant interior.
No going
back now…

Chapter Five

This is going to be the easiest two hundred grand I’ll ever make, Bea
thought smugly, as she walked with them into their palatial suite.

It was quite impressive, no gainsaying that. In fact, she’d never been
in anything so opulent. At least sectioned off into five rooms, the suite was
massive, opulent, and truly gorgeous. Two walls in the living room section were
just windows, giving a panoramic view of the city beyond. Eye catching, she
thought, telling herself not to be bowled over by all the grandeur. Being alone
with these two was overwhelming enough without going gaga over their beauteous
surroundings.

She turned to face them, just as Ryan shut the door behind him, and
Jason went to the elegantly appointed bar to pour out drinks.

“So…how does this work?” she murmured, placing her shawl and purse on a
couch nearby. “What exactly gets to happen in the five minutes?”

Jason chuckled, handling his elder brother a glass, before coming to
give her one, too. “Whoa. Is the timer off already?” he teased, surprising her.
It was the first time she’d seen him
relax
or act
jovial all night. It was like, now that she was here, he could be himself. She
felt stunned by his gorgeous smile as their fingers brushed round the glass. He
turned away to get his own drink waiting on the bar’s polished surface.

“Why don’t you sit down, Bea?” Ryan asked, that tilt to his smile ever
present.

“Sit down?” she croaked, looking back at the spacious couch behind her
dubiously.

“Or if you’d rather we take it to the
bedroom…,”
he suggested, and she gritted her teeth at the teasing note in his voice.
Schooling her features, she primly took her seat without a word.