A Double Dose of Billionaire - Part 1

Riley shrugged. “You’ve used our kitchen without asking, so why not the shower?”

“Good point.” I removed the band from my hair and let it fall. I had tied my hair up so that it wouldn’t get in the way of cooking.

Halfway up the steps, two hands groped my bre**asts from behind.

I took in a sharp breath. “Hey!”

Ryan massaged them through my shirt. “You’ll let us join you, right? After all, I was looking pretty forward to morning sex.”

***

My pus**sy was officially sore. I didn’t let the twins get into the shower with me, but they somehow convinced me to join them for another round of epic sex on their bed.

Riley snaked an arm around my waist. “And we haven’t even gone to the ‘naughty’ room yet,” he muttered, smiling to himself.

I had never heard about the ‘naughty’ room, but the sound of it made my insides coil.

We lied down on the bed, basking in our sex afterglow. The twins looked more rejuvenated than ever, but I was so tired that I had to stop myself from falling asleep.

“So, about a job,” Ryan said. “We could get you one, you know.”

I considered the idea. If the press got hold of an arrangement like that, they’d likely turn it into a scandal—not that the scandal wouldn’t be true at first, but it’d without a doubt blow out of proportion in a matter of months, even days. What about the death threats? The twins had a huge female following, and some of them should presumably be crazy. I didn’t want a crazed fan running at me with a knife.

I put my finger on my chin. “Thanks for offering, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Riley propped himself up. “Why not? Don’t you have to pay the rent? We were the ones who got you fired, anyway.”

“The press will make things pretty bad.”

“We’ll get you a job at another company. It doesn’t have to be directly related to us. You’ll be safe.”

“Really?” I perked up, excited at the new prospect. “That’d be great. I can do anything related to business. Basic accounting, financing, marketing is my specialty, or even just filing things will do.” It felt weird trying to pitch myself to my new bosses while completely nak**ed.

Ryan grinned. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll get it settled.”

We started up small chat. I learned that Ryan was an adrenaline junkie and spent a lot of his time at the race track. He went parasailing, bungee jumping, and skydiving, too. Riley, on the other hand, didn’t like thrills as much as his brother. He could appreciate the occasional roller coaster and even followed his brother skydiving, but he preferred the finer, less dangerous things in life, like watching theatre or simply going to one of their vacation homes to relax.

“Being so different, the two of you seem to be very close,” I said.

“We’re the most comfortable around each other,” Ryan said. “That’s how we were raised. We need some alone time once in a while, but I can’t stand being apart from him for too long.”

“Why me, though? There were so many girls at the club who would have willingly slept with you. Why get a drunk girl?” That question had been lingering in my mind for some time, although it went more along the lines of ‘why couldn’t they find another girl to bother?’ I thought that they just picked a girl at random and I was, in some strange way, their type.

Riley snuggled his face into my neck. “Because you can tell us apart.” His breath tickled me and sent a tingle down my back.

Confused by his unexpected answer, I said, “Huh?”

“No one can tell us apart. It confuses people, which is fun, and it throws the paparazzi off. That’s why we keep our hairstyles this way.” He pointed to his hair. They both wore the same trim cuts. “Not even our own mother can do it. She used to make us wear our hair differently but when we changed to this, she had trouble.”

“And then you came,” Ryan continued for this brother. “That day at the club, after we introduced ourselves, you ran to us calling out our names, gesturing to us correctly.”

I as**sumed that he toned down the details a lot. I doubted that I did only that when drunk. A more likely scenario was me running after them while puking at the same time, and when I gestured to them, my gesture was quite possibly a middle finger.

“How do you do that?” Riley asked.

“Tell you apart?” I wasn’t sure. Come to think of it, I could easily tell them apart since the very beginning. “It just feels natural, I guess.”

They laughed. “Unbelievable,” they said in unison.