Double Daddy Trouble
“You wanted an empress.”
“Instead I got a caged panther.”
Lee stood next to him. “I’d say back out of the deal, but…”
He cut him off. “No. We can’t let her go. And I’m not sending her out in that snowstorm.”
“You sent James out in it.”
He glared. “What the fuck do I care about James? She’s different. We can’t let her go.”
Lee shook his head. “No. We can’t. On this, I actually agree with you for once. Even if I completely disagree with how she came to us.”
“Are you ever going to stop giving me shit about it?”
He knew he gambled too much. He knew sometimes it got out of hand, but this was the one time it had paid off. His bet brought the most amazing woman into their lives. A sassy spitfire with gorgeous tits and an ass that was round and soft. And there was an entirely unexpected side—she was an artist.
It was a part of his life he had never been able to share with anyone before. He had collected for years. Toured the world, visiting the most prestigious collections he could find.
“She isn’t going to go for this, Tyler.”
“Then, we do it the old-fashioned way,” he decided.
“Old fashioned way?” Lee questioned.
“We seduce her with everything we have. We will be relentless. Put everything on the table. Everything.”
“I don’t know that Brooke is the kind of girl who is going to fall for that. You saw that look. It’s clear Niall McIntosh isn’t her favorite person, and I’m certain she has added our names to that list.”
“That may be so. But we have sixty days to make her ours. And I plan on using every second we have to make sure that happens.”
It took everything he had not to kiss her when she was here. He had taken one look at her and wanted to know what those plump lips would taste like. What kinds of sounds she would make when he kissed her. How her eyes would light when he touched her.
“Are you with me?” he asked his friend.
Lee ran his fingers through his hair. “For a chance with her? Yes, I am. I’m all in, if we can make this work.”
“Being trapped in a cabin in the woods is going to be everything she needs.”
“Let’s just get through dinner first.”
Seven
Brooke
It didn’t matter that the drapes were made from imported silk or that she had her own fireplace. Brooke didn’t care that there was a closet full of designer gowns, and more high heels than she had seen in a department store.
These walls were her prison. A beautiful expensive prison. And she hated it.
She turned on the TV and sank onto the pile of pillows. She scowled, despising how comfortable the bed was. It would make it easier if they gave her a bed of thorns to sleep on—not luxurious linens.
Who did these assholes think they were? There was nothing about them that seemed like the thugs Niall usually did business with. They were refined. Polished. And they had money. They weren’t trying to hide how rich they were. She doubted they had made a single deal in the back of an ally or resorted to petty theft to pay bills.
From their expensive suits to the custom details in the cabin. They were loaded. Their reputations as Denver’s infamous bachelors were hard to miss. They were splashed on social media. There were even blogs about Tyler and Lee. The last article she read put together a bracket list on which Denver socialites would be able to snag the duo. She wondered what the world would think if they knew this is what they did.
She wasn’t going to get caught up in the riches. Brooke knew money was fleeting. She had learned that the hard way. She had seen her family’s fortune go up in flames when her father lost everything in a real estate deal. They lost it all: the cars, the land, her mother’s jewelry, and their house.
It wasn’t long after his financial ruin that her father learned he was sick. Life went from bad to worse. Money meant nothing and everything at the same time.