“Thank you,” she said as Jett held the elevator door open. The ride up was quiet. Awfully quiet for her liking. These two always walked and appeared with purpose. They had a motive on their minds that eased through their lips, with the small, yet tactful commands. Every ounce of this should turn her off or make her see them as too demanding, too controlling, and here she was too turned on. She needed to get control of her body and her perverted mind. She always wondered if the rumors were true, that both men never wore briefs or boxers.
“So, what’s going on? It’s pretty busy down there tonight,” she said in an attempt to break the silence.
The elevator door opened and Flynn let her walk out first.
They headed down the hallway to the main office. Their office. The one that led to the bedroom where she left Flynn half naked last night. Shit.
“Should you be working?” Jett asked her as she stood in the middle of the office. Jett leaned against the desk, and Flynn was right there, too. They were both so damn intimidating it scared her. She gently rubbed her injured hand. For some reason, flashbacks of Tess’s words struck her momentarily silent. Her knuckles ached.
“Of course. Why shouldn’t I be working?” She completely forgot about her hand until his eyes roamed over the bandage and then up her breasts to her face. She could almost feel Jett’s fingers touching her. “Oh, the bandaged hand. No big deal. Nothing is broken. I just sprained it. I have a sling—”
“Are you supposed to be wearing it now?” Flynn asked, taking a step toward her. Instinctively she stepped back and held her hand. His tone and the way he stalked toward her sent her into immediate panic.
“I’m fine, Flynn. Listen, there’s no need to freak out. I really should head back downstairs.” She started to take a step, but Jett stopped her by taking her hand into his.
“You seem different,” Jett stated as he held her gaze.
Oh God, he is so good. Of course I’m different. I’m tired of waiting around for you two to make a move. I want you, and you don’t want me. Time to move on.
“I’m fine, Jett.”
“Adelina?”
She turned toward Flynn. He looked upset, but also sad. He walked closer. He looked down at her bandaged hand, and it was too much, having both men touch her like this. She pulled away and stepped back. Jett squinted his eyes at her abrupt move. “Flynn, don’t say anything. It’s fine.”
He stepped closer and placed his hand under her elbow on her bad hand. “It’s not fine. I was an asshole. I think. I don’t remember much.”
“Please, Flynn. It’s not like this is the first time I had to put one of you to bed. It was nothing, and Murph helped me.”
Just because I wanted to join you in that bed doesn’t mean I need to confess it right now.
“No, we’re talking about your hand. What the fuck did Tess say to you?” Flynn asked her. She tried to step away from Flynn’s hold but it was no use.
“Flynn, it was just stupid talk.”
“Tell him, Adelina.”
She jumped at the firm sound of Jett’s voice. It was so insane, but her breasts tingled and her pussy instantly wept from his tone. She wanted to be their woman. She wanted them to play with her, tie her to their bed, spank her, do whatever the hell they did to other women that made them so sexually appealing that she had become obsessed with them. She shook her head. Then she felt the hand on her shoulder and back of her neck. Flynn.
“Tell me what she said that got you so riled up that you hit her,” Jett whispered firmly.
She glanced up at him. She didn’t want to say it. Just thinking how that woman wanted to get pregnant by Flynn made her see red. She wasn’t going to say a thing, and then Jett took her other hand. It was too much for her.
“Tell us what she said. It was obvious from the surveillance video that Tess pissed you off. We’d never seen you so upset,” Flynn told her.
She pulled from both of them, and took a few steps away. They seemed shocked by her move. Sure they were. They were very demanding men. Their dominance was not invisible. She swallowed hard.
“Adelina, I know that I was pretty drunk. I may have done something to upset you. If it’s about the way I grabbed you and kissed your cheek and ear. I’m—”
“No. I know you were drunk. I didn’t think anything more of that,” she said, lying through her teeth. She turned away from him. She had done way more than overthink his move, his hold of her, and his lips against her skin. It was what got her hot and bothered. Obviously, it meant nothing to him, which affirmed her need to move on and get over Flynn and Jett.
They were persistent. Even in the stare down they were both giving her. That was more than just intimidating, considering they were both over six feet tall and filled with muscles. She knew they were ex-government agents. They were lethal, resourceful, and knew moves that could snap a man’s neck before anyone noticed a thing. She gulped. Even that thought soaked her panties.
She had turned from them a moment and Flynn made his move.
He had his hands on his hips as he stared down into her eyes. His looked so dark and angry. She was practically shaking.
“I don’t know why you’re being like this. We want to know what she said, and why you hit her. The police were notified and she wants to press charges. We got a call from Cash thirty minutes ago.”