“Why don’t you sit?” Jason Wentmore offered. “Can I get you a drink?”
She shook her head. “I don’t drink alcohol during job interviews.”
He chuckled. “This is anything but a standard interview, but suit yourself. Can I get you one, brother?” He turned to Wyatt Miller.
“Are you brothers?” she blurted out. “But your last names… I always thought…”
Wyatt grinned. “Fraternity brothers. Met at Harper University in business school. Both rushed the same fraternity that semester and then we built the Miller-Wentmore empire together. The rest is history as they say.”
He sat across from Kayla. She couldn’t help but notice how he looked at her. His dark eyes seemed to follow the lines of her mouth. She could feel the gaze trace her throat and to the dip between her breasts. The attention made her warm. There was a smolder that emanated from him.
Jason joined them. “Yeah, never really gave up the fraternity brotherly code.” He glanced sideways at his business partner. “Brothers for life.”
“Oh, I see.” Kayla shifted in her seat.
“Your uncle tells me you have a marketing degree.”
She nodded. “Yes. I do.” She wanted to answer the questions the way they wanted. If she let this position slip through her fingers, she knew things would go from bad to worse. These answers were everything.
Despite the fact that her uncle was the only family she had left, she despised that he had put her in this position. She had to push down the anger that was under the surface. Wyatt and Jason were holding something over him. She knew that. She just didn’t know what. She wouldn’t be here otherwise. She didn’t know who to blame: her uncle, or the god-like men in front of her.
“I assume he told you we are in need of a marketing director?” Wyatt was direct.
“Yes. He did.” She fidgeted in her seat. “I brought my resume if you’d like to see it. I have a degree from Northwestern and I’ve worked for three years as a marketing executive.”
The men exchanged looks. Jason spoke up. “I don’t think we need it. I’ve seen enough.” He rose from the couch. “When can you start?”
Wyatt interrupted. “You’re satisfied?”
He nodded. “Hell yeah, brother. You handle the details.”
Kayla didn’t know whether to be elated or not. “I-I don’t understand,” she stammered. “I have the job just like that?”
Wyatt smiled. It made her knees go weak. She almost lost her breath. Why was she reacting like this? She was supposed to hate this man, not react like a teenager.
“Just like that.”
When he winked, she had to put her hand on the couch to steady herself. These men had her completely undone and there was no explanation for it. It made the bitterness grow.
“Thank you. I know you’re doing this as a favor to my uncle.”
Wyatt laughed. “After meeting you, I might see it as the other way around.” He stepped toward her. She felt the heat rise between her legs. He had an unreal effect on her.
“When do you need me to start Mr. Miller?” She was afraid her voice sounded breathy. Her heart beat erratically. What in the hell was going on?
“Oh, today, Kayla. You start today. And please. Call me Wyatt.”
Four
Jason
When Wyatt mentioned the Rudino land deal, he sounded insane. It had been a long time since they had shared someone. And to bring someone into the arrangement like this seemed like a bad idea, but one look at Kayla and he knew she was the one.
She was fucking gorgeous. A goddess. She had beautiful auburn hair with sun-kissed highlights. And her soft lips were damn kissable on the spot. He didn’t know how they were going to convince her to belong to them, but he was sure going to try like hell.
Wyatt would do the same. He knew without a doubt, she was the woman for them.
He left Wyatt’s office feeling confident. Having a new burst of energy under his skin. He didn’t give a shit about the marketing department. He had bigger things to worry about at the company. But just knowing that Kayla would be working in the office every day. That he would walk into the office and see those long legs. The delicate features on her face. The perfect roundness in her tits. His cock twitched. Fuck. He was already hard and he’d only spent twenty minutes with her.