Sharing Hannah

“Maybe,” Corey smirked triumphantly.

I forced myself to take a long, deep breath. They were absolutely gorgeous — the both of them. Tall and sculpted and beautiful, with broad chests and big arms and roguishly handsome faces. And they were charming too. Soft-spoken and well-mannered. They carried themselves with an air of confidence, but not swagger.

And they were mine. The both of them.

That is, if I wanted it.

“So…” I said, tracing my finger lightly along the rim of my wine glass. “The umm… thing in your flyer…”

The guys perked up. I saw Corey’s mouth curl into a smile. Brody’s blue eyes shimmered with light.

“Do you do it often?”