Double Daddy Trouble

“Yes?” He turned at the door.

“The flowers really are beautiful. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like them. Now go get dressed. We have a lot to celebrate tonight. We have a winning artist to make feel special.” He winked before closing the door behind him.

Brooke fell backward on the bed. What in holy hell just happened?

Eighteen

Brooke

Dinner tonight was different. The seating arrangement was the same. Tyler was on one side and Lee on the other. The candles were lit. The wine had been poured. The food had been prepared as if by magic. But she glanced between the two men and something felt different. The atmosphere was electric. She didn’t know how else to describe it. She saw them through new eyes.

“I’m being extremely selective who sees your design ahead of our return to StarCon,” Tyler explained. “But I sent the file to our vice president of marketing. She was extremely impressed.” He smiled.

“She was?” Brooke still couldn’t believe everything that had happened today.

Lee’s eyes shone. “It’s incredible what you did, Brooke. Nothing compares to it. Tyler chose the perfect design.”

“It’s our passion project. And now you’re always going to be a part of it,” Tyler added.

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She felt the swirl of giddiness invade her.

“Can you tell me more about what still needs to be done?” she asked.

“Of course,” Lee answered more seriously. “When we present our quarterly financials to the shareholders we will also unveil Dreams with Wings. We like to wine and dine them once a year. And of course there is always a media frenzy when we launch something new. No one knows the something new is the foundation.”

Tyler butted in, “And the press is going to want to see who we bring.”

This might be it. This might be her chance to ask. She needed to know. It had been in the back of her head since the day that goon deposited her in their offices. It was a question filled with something so taboo she couldn’t believe she kept going back to it.

“We?” She tried to look coy as she scooped a bite of roasted potato on her fork.

Tyler nodded. “Yes, we.”

Lee lifted the wine bottle from the table. “Would you like a refill? Tonight, is a celebration after all.”

She nodded. “Thank you.” She felt like celebrating. Her art was going global and she had won her freedom on her own.

“Are you trying to ask us something, Brooke?” Lee pressed her.

She felt the pink spread from her cheeks to her chest. She was embarrassed, but the innuendos were out of control. She had to know what in the hell they meant every time they mentioned sharing and giving together. It couldn’t possibly mean what she thought it did. Could it?

“I-I…maybe,” she sputtered on the words.

Tyler chuckled. “Oh come on, say it. Just ask. We know you want to ask.”

Lee reached for her hand. He squeezed it reassuringly. “Go ahead, Brooke. Ask us. Ask us the right question and we’ll give you the answer you want.”

God, they were unbelievable tonight.

“Fine.” She pulled her shoulders back. She could do this. What choice did she have if she wanted the answer. “Do you both sleep with the same girl or something? Is that your thing?”

“Our thing?” Lee’s eyebrows were high.

“Yes. Do you share notes? Compare it? I don’t know. Take turns? You keep suggesting something. You’ve hinted and hinted. What is it? What am I missing? What is the relationship with women you have? It’s clearly something you do together. I know that much.”