It was just a business meeting. A business dinner, rather.
If they were older, had graying hair and looked like the accomplishments before them, then I wouldn’t be so worried. But they didn’t. They were drop dead gorgeous.
Jake was ribbed with muscle, and they looked like they don’t come from conventional workouts. He was rough, and raw on the edges. Logan had that darkness to him, but it was contained and soft in a way. A very attractive way. Gosh, they are both so attractive. I felt every nerve in my body coming alive at the thought of them.
It had been four months since I last had sex. That had to be the problem, why I was acting so crazy.
Five minutes until seven, I descended the stairs with a go ahead from Sarai, and a promise to divulge all the secrets from the night.
I expected an older man and a town car, but outside stood a young man with low cut hair and a suit hugging every inch of his muscles. Do they only employ pretty people? Had I made that cut? I shivered at the thought.
“Miss Jackson?” He leaned off of the car, I couldn’t tell where he was looking because of his Aviators.
“Yes.” I tried to say confidently, but it came out like more of a question.
“Good evening.” He opened the door to the sleek, black luxury car. I think I caught the logo as a Lexus.
That was another thing about Logan and Jake. They weren’t too flashy, or overly conspicuous. You would never know if they were around you, or in your general vicinity because they didn’t make themselves seen like nearly everyone else of their status. It made me feel that much more at ease about dinner with them. There wouldn’t be a bunch of cameras or attention on us.
Their driver was quiet and kept his eyes on the road while I twiddled my thumbs in the back. I wished I could be studying, it sure would be a lot more relaxing. The drive was easy, twenty minutes later he was in the valet lane letting me out.
“Thank you.” I said, he simply nodded in response. I looked closer and knew I recognized him from somewhere. When Jake did promo work for his gym, he was one of the fighters. I should have known that’s why Jake looked the way he did, he still trains like a fighter.
The thought sent a swell of warmth right to my core. I entered the restaurant, unsure of where to go. The inside was calm, dim lights with dark table settings and cloths. I told the hostess what I was there for, and she led me to a back room.
Up the steps and to the right was a sort of private section, and I saw their figures sitting down.
“Your guest is here.” The hostess was a chipper young woman, eyeing them very indiscreetly. I don’t know why I suddenly felt jealous. After all, I was the one having dinner with them.
They both stood and turned to face me. I was weak in the knees, the only thing holding me up was my dignity and the fear of fainting. They both wore suits; Logan an ink black and Jake a cold gray. My goodness.
It wrapped every inch of their muscles, their powerful arms and heavy thighs. I was short of breath, but I composed myself to mutter a, “Hello.”
They both smiled kindly, and I shook their hands innocently. Though it felt more like an initiation to even more sexual feelings coursing through my body.
“Thank you for joining us. I know the notice was late,” Logan said. And Jake just stared.
It seemed Logan did a lot of the talking, and Jake did all the staring. I sat between them, on the inner side of the circular table while they were on the sides. We weren’t close enough to touch, but I could feel their eyes touching every inch of my body.
“That’s alright.” I smiled nervously, struggling to simply swallow.
Thankfully, the hot air was cut by the server arriving with some wine. I nearly downed the glass, but calmed myself after a few sips.
“How was the remainder of your day?” Logan asked.
My eyes glinted to Jake, who was fiddling with the strap of his watch. His jaw was tight, and gritted. I wondered what was wrong with him.
“Good. I still had class to go to.”
Jake joined the conversation then.
“How much longer do you have left?” He asked me.
“Three weeks. Well, I have finals in two weeks.” I felt uneasy at the thought of finals but I quickly dismissed it.
“Are you excited to be done?” He sipped his wine, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his full lips curling under the glass.
“Sort of. I have to face the real world afterwards.” They both chuckled.