Double Daddy Trouble

“That’s all we need, James.” One of the men dismissed her escort. “Your payment is in your account. I made sure it was processed immediately.”

“Thank you. Always a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Star.”

Brooke swallowed. Did he say Star? As in Tyler Star? Her heart hammered harder in her chest.

James chuckled. “Watch out for this one. She’s feisty. You’ll see what I mean.” He blew her a kiss. “Gotta long drive back.”

Brooke glared at her captor as he retraced his steps to the hallway. Within seconds the doors closed behind him and he was gone.

It took Brooke a minute to get her bearings. Riding in the back of a trunk had made her nauseated. She had been roughly pulled into the freezing cold and deposited in front of two men.

Every possible scenario had gone through her head during the car ride. It was possible Niall had actually wanted her dead. Instead of driving to a remote location, she could have been carted to a shallow grave. She wasn’t expecting this ending. She never thought she’d be standing in front of the Denver’s most eligible and famous bachelors. But where in the hell were they?

She could see outside that it was snowing. The mountains dotted the horizon. If she wasn’t so angry, she’d let herself enjoy how beautiful it was. It almost looked like a postcard from Switzerland.

“Now that he’s gone, maybe we could introduce ourselves properly. I’m Lee.” As he extended his palm toward her, Brooke’s eyes narrowed.

“I know exactly who you are, Lee Connors.”

He dropped his hand.

“Then I assume you know I’m Tyler Star.”

“I don’t really care who you are.” She pulled her shoulders back. “What do you want with me?” She wasn’t interested in stroking their egos with how much she had read about them.

Lee smiled. He had perfect straight teeth. Maybe the best smile she’d ever seen. “Perhaps we could start with a drink? We have a full bar. Anything you want. Are you a martini drinker?”

“I don’t want anything of yours. I want an explanation and I want you to let me go.”

Tyler rubbed his chin. “That’s going to be difficult, sweetheart. At least for the next sixty days.”

“I won’t do it.”

“Do what?” Lee asked.

She didn’t want to play games. She had been a member of the McIntosh family long enough to know how these arrangements worked. She had witnessed them, but never thought she would be part of one. These were the kinds of things that happened to other people—not her. She had done everything she could to stay out of the business since last year.

“I won’t sleep with you,” she hissed. “Neither of you. I’m not going to be your sex puppet.”

Tyler chuckled. It was enough to make her want to lunge at him. He had a sexy smile, that made him even more irritating. Did women find his cockiness attractive? Was that how he got his reputation.

“I’m only offering drinks,” Lee stated. “How about a glass of wine so we can talk? No sex right now. I promise.”

She didn’t want to move an inch in their direction. She didn’t like how they mocked her. Or how apparent their sex appeal was. They had to be close to 6’3” or 6’4”. Tyler was slightly taller than Lee. Along with the height came broad shoulders and chiseled jaws. If she didn’t know better, she could have mistaken them for brothers. One with light features. The other with dark.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Tyler opened a hand toward her. “We won’t bite. We want to talk. Let’s get to know each other a little.”

“I was sold into an arrangement without my consent by my cousin, stuffed in the trunk of a car, dragged in here against my will, and you think cocktail hour is a problem I need to consider? And I hate martinis.”

“That answers one question.” Lee corked the gin and poured a glass of deep red wine. “It sounds like if anyone needs a drink, it would be you. Here. Drink.”

She stormed over to the bar. “Fine.” She snatched the goblet from his hand.

“Good. I hope you enjoy it. Let’s sit.” He pointed to an open chair for her.

Brooke took a seat and assessed her new set of captors. Her heart still pounded, but after a sip of wine, she was calm enough to consider a conversation rather than arguing. The rage had settled to a low boil.

Tyler’s dark gaze was distracting. His eyes trailed all over her body. It made her feel strangely uncomfortable and attractive at the same time. Lee didn’t make things any better. His blue eyes were like something out of a movie. She had never seen blue that color before.