Her Two Lovers

“No, nothing like that,” Brian said. “It’s just, in the past few months, Jon and I have discovered…”

Eve balanced on the edge of her seat. “Discovered what?”

Jon raised his head, and his dark eyes burned into hers. “We’re in love with you, Eve. Both of us are totally and completely in love with you.”

Eve stood, knocking her chair backward.

“Great job, dude,” Brian said. “Now you’ve freaked her out. That’s perfect.”

Jon gestured to the waiter at the next table. “I need a stiff martini, extra dry.”

“Make that two,” Brian said and turned back to Jon. “We could have done this later, you know. Anywhere but in the middle of a crowded restaurant after she’s just done a show. The poor thing’s exhausted.”

In love with her? Both of them? What was she supposed to do with that? And now they were talking about her as if she weren’t even there!

“I’m sorry, honey,” Jon said. “Do you want a drink? A margarita or something?”

A margarita, her favorite drink. They both knew her so well. But a drink was the last thing she needed. She shook her head, stepped over her chair, and headed to the ladies’ room. Once there, she turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face. The icy zing soothed her heated skin like a minty salve.

In love with her.

Now what? She eyed her face in the mirror. Drips of the cool water mingled with lingering trickles of perspiration. Plain gray eyes, a slightly too-long nose. Her hair was nice— long, thick, and wavy—though it was an unmemorable brown. Pink lips, but not full enough. She’d kill for Jon’s lips.

She wasn’t anything special. Not like the two of them were. How could they both have fallen for her? She twirled in front of the mirror, creating a breeze that, coupled with the water and perspiration, helped cool her scorching body. Her body. Well, she did have a smokin’ body. Dancing definitely had its benefits. Still, the idea of Jon and Brian, two perfect male specimens, in love with her was… Flattering, yes. Amazing. A complete turn-on, since she loved them both with all her soul.

But wedged in the happiness was heartbreak as well. How had it happened? How could she deal with this? She took a deep breath, left the ladies’ room, and returned to the table.

“Honey,” Jon said, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“What do you want me to do?” she asked.

“Do… you have feelings for either one of us? Or do you think you could, ever? In the future maybe?”

“Of course. I love you both. You know that.” More than they knew. More than she thought they could ever know. Now, could she possibly have one of them? As more than a friend? How would she choose?

“It’s like this,” Jon said. “You’re going to have to choose.”

“Dear Lord.” Heat flashed over her, and she grabbed the glass of water and took a deep swallow. “Choose? I haven’t said I want either of you.”

But she did. She wanted them both. With a fierce passion that smoldered between her legs at that very moment.

“Give us each a chance,” Brian said.

“Give you a chance? This is insanity.” She let out a frustrated sigh. “And what happens to the one I don’t choose?”

“Bri and I have agreed to stay friends, no matter what,” Jon said, “haven’t we?”

Brian cleared his throat. “Yeah. We have. It’ll be hard, but we’ve been friends too long to let a woman come between us.”

“But I nev

er wanted to come between you at all!”

“We know, honey,” Jon said, “but we can’t help the way we feel. Would you be willing?”

“To what? Date you? Both of you?”

Brian sighed and smiled a weak smile. “Well…yeah, I guess. To get to know both of us in a romantic sort of way.”