“He had no right to touch her. She’d be defenseless against a guy like him.”
Jax saw the anger in his brother’s eyes, and his own emotions mirrored them.
“I think we need to find out who she is,” Jax stated very seriously and hoped that his brother was on board.
“Definitely,” Jameson said as they turned to look for Roldolpho.
* * * *
It was the end of the evening, and Mariana was exhausted and feeling like an emotional mess. Those two hot guys totally threw her for a loop when they came to her aid with that snobby dick Clover Masters. He was such an asshole and everyone knew it. He also couldn’t hold his liquor. She saw him bombed at numerous parties, and he always hooked up with some dumb-ass chick screwing him for his money or to say that they spent the night at his huge penthouse. Who cares? So why was she still thinking about those two men, Jameson, and Tess said the brother’s name was Jax? Brothers.
How the hell can I be attracted to two brothers? Not that it’s uncommon for a relationship like that, but me? I don’t even trust men, why would I double my bad odds? They are really good looking. The one appeared rugged and untamed despite his dress shirt and designer pants. The other one, Jax, was a total dominant boss. Not that Jameson seemed wimpy at all, he just seemed more reserved about his masculinity. Jax appeared instantly superior. Definitely out of my league. Men like them don’t date. So why am I so aroused and interested sexually?
“Excuse me, Sparks, is it?”
Mariana nearly jumped, slightly off guard at the voice coming from behind her. She turned around to see Freda Mulsberry, a quadzillionaire or something like that, standing behind her. She was dressed so beautifully, a woman in her sixties, adorned in fine jewels and with her own bodyguard who escorted her everywhere. Mariana never met the woman but had served at enough parties to hear about the woman’s money and achievements.
“Yes, how may I help you?” Mariana asked, and the woman smiled.
“The name is Freda Mulsberry. It’s nice to meet you, Sparks?”
“That’s what everyone calls me. It’s nice to meet you, too, Ms. Mulsberry.”
The woman smiled.
“Please call me Freda.”
Yeah right. How’s it going, Freda? Want to hang out sometime and you can show me your collection of people you own? Mariana chuckled to herself. She shouldn’t just assume the woman was a stuck-up rich snob just because the majority Mariana had met were.
“Won’t you join myself and Roldolpho for a bit? I have something to discuss with you,” she said as she looked her over. Mariana got a funny feeling in her belly. She hoped that the lady wasn’t into some kinky shit and wanted her to participate. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been asked to do some crazy shit at some of these big-shot parties. She lost a few future jobs because of her declining.
“Don’t worry, honey, it’s nothing bad. No indecent proposals or anything like that.”
Can she read minds?
Mariana chuckled then glanced at Tess who shrugged her shoulders, and Mariana walked away with Freda.
They walked into the private office, and Roldolpho was there and he was pouring some cognac.
“Such a good job as always, Sparks. I hope Clover didn’t hurt you,” Roldolpho said, and she felt her stomach drop. He was going to fire her. Oh shit, she lost her job because she wouldn’t let some dick wad feel her up, and those two other men had their time ruined because of her.
“I’m so sorry, Roldolpho. Please don’t fire me. I’ll make it up to you.”
“Whoa, darling, what are you talking about? I’m not going to fire you. None of that situation was your fault. Clover Masters is a dick with legs and even I, who personally like dick, hate him,” Roldolpho stated very femininely with his hand on his hip and the other one snapping his finger in a zigzag motion. Freda covered her mouth and laughed loudly. Mariana stood there in shock.
“Come sit down, Sparks. Is that really your name?” Freda asked.
“It’s Mariana actually.”
Freda smiled.
“Mariana. Such a beautiful name.”
“Very beautiful just like her,” Roldolpho said, and she felt her cheeks warm.
“So, I have a bit of a proposition for you?” Freda began to say and then proceeded to tell her about her escort service. By the time Freda was done talking, Mariana was feeling overwhelmed but interested.
“I explained to Freda about your immense knowledge of the arts. I was considering discussing with you the possibility of employment here, but seeing as I may not own the place for much longer…”