Double Daddy Trouble

Brooke wandered to the window and stared out at the mountains. There was something alluring and peaceful about being here. But she shivered. She felt alone.

She would do anything to trade the money to have her father back.

There was a knock on the door.

“Yes?” she called.

The door cracked open and Tyler walked in. “How are your rooms?” he asked.

She felt the tension in her neck and shoulders when she saw him. “Fine for a jail cell.”

He chuckled. “Don’t be dramatic. You’re sleeping like a princess in the wilderness.”

She folded her arms across her chest. “Why did you stop by?”

“We’re looking forward to dinner. It’s casual. Don’t worry about the gowns. Those are just gifts for you.”

“Gifts? Why would give me gifts?” she asked.

“To make you feel more comfortable. To let you know we’re glad you’re here. And to spoil you rotten.” He grinned devilishly. “We want you to feel good.”

“I’d feel a lot better if I could leave.”

“We haven’t even had dinner. Give us a chance, Brooke. Come on.”

She scowled. “I’d rather n

ot.”

“There’s a pair of jeans and a sweater I think you should try. And some heels.” He pointed to the closet.

“Is that an order or a request?” She tilted her head.

“I told you. There are no orders here.” He placed his hand on the door. “See you at dinner.” It closed behind him and she walked to the closet.

She picked up the pair of skin tight jeans. They felt like the softest silk in her hands. She’d never felt denim this soft before. She reached for the sweater on the hanger next to the jeans. The V in the front was a deep cut and she realized the sweater was cropped. They’d both get an eyeful of her navel. The heels were incredible. She picked up the stilettos and turned them in her hand.

She sighed.

She didn’t have a choice. She thought about her options. There were none. She had to put on the skimpy designer clothes and march down the stairs like the piece of property she was. For the next sixty days Lee and Tyler owned her. There was no way around that unless she could prove herself through her art.

For sixty days she had to survive in this golden log castle. Endure the loneliness. Bear the brunt of what they expected. Her stomach rolled. She had no doubt what she was expected to do. They might have acted like gentlemen. They might disguise their motives with lavish gifts. They might try to hide behind a job offer at StarCon Global. But she knew. It was an elaborate sham.

They bought her.

They owned her.

And the price was expected to pay was with sex.

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Brooke

Brooke had to hold the banister to keep from tripping over the high heels. If she tipped forward, there was a chance she would tumble down the winding staircase.

The black sweater cut in a low V almost to her navel and draped gracefully off her shoulders. It was hard to deny how elegant and sexy she looked. It seemed ridiculous to wear this to dinner in the dining room, but she did as she was told. She wasn’t interested in testing Tyler or Lee.

When she reached the bottom of the staircase she peered around the corner looking for the dining room. The house was eerily dark and quiet.