Her Dirty Billionaires

And then I would end up cast away until the next pretty woman came along and stole them. But then again, how could they be stolen from me if it would be them who owned me?

Would I ever let myself be taken away?

I’d just worked way too hard in school and in my internships to let this be the end of me. Still, part of me wondered if it could possibly be a beginning instead. Perhaps they could pave the way for me, while giving me more than just business insight…

Jude said they would both take me at the same time, sharing me. I imagined being rutted apart only to be reformed by Jude and then Maverick—or Maverick and then Jude.

I had never had

that kind of sex before. I already knew neither Jude nor Maverick were modestly sized, so it definitely would hurt. But it would feel good too…

Would they do it at the same time? Would my insides feel both of them on either side of me? It was too much to consider. Too much to hope for.

If they were to own me, doing something wrong would obviously anger them. And if they let me go, what would I do with myself? How would I explain to my next employer that I’d been fired because I didn’t get down on my knees when I was told to?

My mind swarmed as I got off the couch and went to take a shower. Afterwards, I made myself a frozen dinner, which somehow made me think of Jude and Maverick again. I bet they were both dining at the best restaurant, not broke and miserable like me. I hadn’t even asked if I would be paid. But hell, I wasn’t a prostitute, so I didn’t think I would even want to be paid.

As I discarded my empty bowl, my phone rang and I dashed to it. Was it them? The unknown number gave me weird hope.

“Hello?” I answered.

Heavy breathing greeted me on the other line. “Hello, Henley.” Maverick’s deep voice flooded through the receiver.

I dropped onto the couch in shock. “Um…hello.”

“Have you thought about our proposition?”

“I…”

“Don’t lie, Henley.”

I swallowed nervously. “I have,” I answered.

“And?”

I knew he’d know if I was lying. And then, he would probably lose interest. “I want to, but there are some things that concern me.”

“Every contract is negotiable,” he answered simply, as if this was simple. I could virtually hear the smile in his voice.

“So, there’s a contract?” I asked hopefully. The security of a contract would certainly make me feel better.

“Yes, of course. We wouldn’t want to leave you unprotected,” he said firmly.

“Okay. And how enforceable is it? What would you do to me if I denied you at any time?”

He chuckled. “You must be a good lawyer, Henley. It’s mostly null in all courts besides our company. We wouldn’t want you trading inside secrets with anyone.”

“I would never do that,” I said. I prided myself on my honestly and integrity, and always knew I couldn’t be bought. “But I do actually want to learn from the company.”

“You will, Henley. Let me know your decision soon. I promise there’s nothing you won’t like,” he said and then hung up.

I knew he would sound good over the phone, but that had been insane. He’d been even more convincing. I had half a mind to just sign the contract, but knew I needed to clear my head first. So I went to my closet and found a casual outfit. I was just going to the local bar, so jeans and a sweater would suffice with my old converse.

I didn’t need a cab because it was close by, so I took the brisk walk to the pub and sat at the end of the bar, hidden in the darkness.

“Scotch. Neat, please,” I told the bartender, who gave me a look. He was cute, but it didn’t affect me.

It was then that I started to notice other men looking at me as well. I had never given much thought to how men viewed me, probably because I hated my red hair. I normally wore it up, but tonight, it was down, flowing over my shoulders and swinging whenever I moved my head, drawing plenty of attention. Men’s eyes would linger on me until I looked back, resulting in them either smiling confidently or looking away.