Bought by the Billionaire Brothers (2 page)

“Questions about what?”
Penny
asked, confused.

“Just…I don’t know…like how I run the department and such. You
’ll
call, right?”

Penny
almost giggled. George was probably dropping a load in his pants right about now and she wasn’t above enjoying his fear just a little because he deserved it. If anyone should be running that department, it was Gilbert and not George but Gilbert was non-confrontational and George was a bully. “Sure,”
Penny
lied. “But I’m sure it’s nothing. Don’t worry.”

“Right, of course,” George said, but his voice held a subtle shake, which made
Penny
curious as to what George was really afraid of. Maybe George was doing stuff he shouldn’t with company money. Wouldn’t surprise
Penny
in the least. George was a pig who liked to play in other people’s pigpen. And when
Penny
called him a pig…she was being generous
to him and unfair to the pig
. “You know the address?” he asked.

“Of course,” she murmured.
The Buchanans owned a beautiful estate outside of town that technically belonged to their grandfather but he was in a nursing home and had
already left everything to his grandsons
in his
living
will.
“I’d better get going. They want me there by eight.”

She disconnected with George and hurriedly went to her closet.
Thank God, she’d shaved her legs
and armpits that morning and on a whim, had actually trimmed up the hair around her lady parts. Just thinking about it, made her blush so she returned to her wardrobe.
What should she wear? Would it matter? Likely, neither men would look twice at her any more than they’d spend time taking a second look at a utilitarian lamp or desk. She bit her lip and stared at her clothes, wishing heartily that she’d been more daring in her shopping choices. Not a single red or racy thing in there, she thought unhappily. Oh
,
so what? It wasn’t as if wearing something daring would suddenly cause them to overlook her bountiful curves to ravish her right there in the foyer of their grand mansion. A delicious shiver danced along her spine at the very idea. Did that actually happen to people? God, she hoped so. She dearly wanted to be ravished at least once in her life.
She grabbed the least conservative blouse she owned and paired it with a pair of jeans she’d reserved for going out with friends and after dabbing a little make-up here and there, she headed out.

The Buchanan mansion was like something out of a movie — as in perfect and imposing – and for a long moment
Penny
simply stared at the sprawling behemoth of a house, wondering how in the hell they didn’t get lost just trying to find their way to the bathroom at night.
Snapping her mouth shut when she realized it had gaped, she grabbed her business satchel that held her supplies (paper, computer, pen, etc.) and knocked on the massive double oak door with her heart in her mouth.

To her surprise, Vince answered the door himself when she’d been expecting a servant. “Ah, come on in, Miss McDaniel,” he said, greeting her far more warmly than she would’ve imagined for a mere employee such as herself. She smiled nervously and followed him into the house. “We’re so glad you could come. I’m sorry to have pulled you away from your weekend but this couldn’t wait.”

“No worries,” she murmured with a braver smile.
S
he found herself completely charmed by his easy-going manner even if in the back of her mind, she was ripping his underwear off with her teeth. She blushed furiously at the thought and stammered, “I-I’m always available for you. I mean, for the business. If you have business that needs attention, of course.” More rambling. Fabulous.
Penny
calmed herself and tried again, saying in a more reasonable tone, “I don’t mind picking up some additional hours if I’m needed.”

“
Great. You are definitely needed,
” Vince said with a wider grin. “Follow me. Nolan is waiting for us in the den.”

Penny
couldn’t stop her gaze from going straight to Vince’s perfect behind as she followed him dutifully through the large house. His tush was something angels probably sang about. It was nicely rounded with plenty of muscle but lean, too. Frankly,
Penny
wanted to take a bite out of it. She swallowed and focused on being professional and polite when her hormones were starting to do terrible things to her ability to remain either of those things. Would it be totally out of line to beg Vince or Nolan — or both! — to throw her down on the sofa and plunder her body like two pirates bent on obliterating her precious
treasure
?

Good lord. She was going to hell. But before that, she was going to get fired.
Get a hold of yourself
, she chastised the inner vixen clawing and scratching and bellowing to be free.
Her poor dead father would likely turn five different shades of mortified if he knew the thoughts Penny was having right that moment about her hunky bosses.
I’m sorry, Papa! But they’re gorgeous!

Nolan was standing with his back to them, staring out the darkened window with a drink in his hand. He turned when they entered the room and drained his
glass
before heading to the bar for another. Perhaps he was still eaten up over his break-up with Beautiful
Blonde
, though it seemed out of character for the man who could easily replace the woman without blinking an eye. “Would you like a drink?” Nolan asked, pausing long enough to shoot her an assessing glance that she felt down to her toes. Had he just…no, impossible. She was most definitely imagining things if she thought Nolan Buchanan had just slid his gaze over her curves as if wishing she were standing there in her skin.
She realized she hadn’t answered and stammered a polite refusal even though a shot of whiskey might steady her nerves. The last thing she wanted to appear was unprofessional. Then, he graced her with a brief, yet charming smile, and said, “Are you sure? No one here will mind, I assure you.”

She glanced at Vince and he nodded in agreement. Bolstered by their apparent approval, she amended her previous answer. “If you don’t mind,” she
said, watching their reactions as she quickly clarified.
“I mean, I never drink on the job. Of course, I’ve never worked from someone’s home e
ither but the same rules apply
I would assume.”

He chuckled and handed her a short glass with a finger of something dark. She took an exploratory sip and nearly choked. “What is this?” she gasped, feeling as if her lungs were seizing. A slow burn began creeping up her throat and suffusing her body nicely. When she could breathe again, she murmured with a shaky smile, “Oh, I guess that’s not too bad. I’m not used to the good stuff, apparently.”

“Scotch, even the good stuff, can be an acquired taste,” Nolan said, lifting his drink in a toast and then drained his glass.
Vince accepted a glass from Nolan as they both took their seat and gestured for her to do the same. She wanted to slide in between the two brothers but she demurely took a seat across from them in a large, overstuffed chair that nearly swallowed her, which was a feat seeing as she wasn’t what
one would call a petite flower of a girl.

“So what can I help you with?” she asked, pushing her glasses further on her nose to regard them with what she hoped appeared to be a professional and capable stare.

“
Penny
…we have a job proposal for you. A business partnership, if you will, that we think you would be perfectly suited for,” Vince began as he quickly shared a look with Nolan. “We’ve searched a long time for the perfect candidate and well, we can’t think of anyone we’d rather enjoy this particular partnership with than you.”

“Me?” she repeated, her brow furrowing. “Why me?”

“
We’ve been watching you for quite some time,” Vince admitted.

“Watching me?” Penny repeated, confused. “I don’t understand.”

“
Well, first, let’s talk about your qualifications,” Nolan said. She nodded, openly
perplexed
.
She felt decidedly
out of her element and pushed her glasses further on the bridge of her nose out of nervousness.
“You’re funny, quick-witted, with a dry sense of humor that suits our personalities; you’re smart and quick to learn; but aside from all that…your most valued asset is…your gorgeous body.”

Penny
stared. Were they mocking her? Was this a joke? Her lip trembled but she managed to keep the tears at bay. Somehow she’d thought those days where she was the brunt of everyone’s jokes were over. Suddenly the painful memories of high school rose to jeer at her and the Buchanan brothers were no different than the jocks who had
thrown food at her in the cafeteria while making pig noises. She rose stiffly and clutched her satchel tightly as she said, lifting her chin. “I may not be as beautiful as the women who usually parade in and out of your lives but I’m pretty in my own way and I don’t deserve to be mocked by you. Goodnight, Mr. and Mr. Buchanan.”

“Who says we are mocking you? We’ve said nothing that wasn’t true,” Nolan said quietly, his intense gaze causing her to falter. He leaned forward, pinning her with that gaze. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“N-no…well, I mean, my dad, but I don’t think that’s who you mean,” she answered. “You think I’m…beautiful?”

“
L
et me amend my choice of words,”
Nolan said. “I think you’re drop-dead, fucking gorgeous with a soft curvy body that was made for a man’s cock.
I’ve laid in bed fantasizing about what I’d like to do to you, Miss McDaniel. Does that sound like someone who’s
interested in mocking
you
or
fucking
you
?
” His brow arched when she gasped at his bold choice of words. She swallowed, her cheeks heating as the insides of her stomach did a funny flop. She ought to leave. Her boss shouldn’t talk to her like that. It was improper and wrong. Probably illegal, too.
But she liked it. Goodness gracious, she liked it. And she wanted to hear more just like it.
She sank down in the chair, waiting. Nolan’s lips curved in a sensual grin as he shared a look with Vince. “Here’s the situation, Miss McDaniel…we want you. And we’re willing to pay for the privilege.”

What did he just say? His proposal shook her out of her shocked reverie. “Excuse me? Are you asking if I’ll be your…whore?”
Her cheeks burned. “I’m not that kind of girl. Why would you think that I would be? Just because I’m overweight? Would you ask any of your little
blonde
bombshells
to agree to such a proposal?” she asked.

“Of
course not,” Nolan answered, shocking her silent with as he added,
“Because they weren’t worthy.”

Penny
couldn’t help but think of the blonde that had stormed from the office, tears wetting her face and ruining her perfect make up job. “What about your girlfriend?” she asked.

Nolan frowned. “I am not dating anyone.” Suddenly awareness washed over his expression and he chuckled as he clarified for
Penny
’s benefit. “Mary Alice was not my girlfriend, not that she didn’t have hopes b
ut in the end, the only service
I was inter
ested in from her was her skill
as an attorney. Unfortunately, her ego was bruised when I turned down her advances.”

“You turned her down? Why?”
Penny
couldn’t help but ask.

“She wasn’t my type,” Nolan answered, a slow grin spreading across his mouth. “She’s all bone and sharp points. I like a woman beneath me who is soft and yielding
, not hard and skeletal. I crave a woman with a body like yours.”

Penny
sucked in a tight breath. This felt surreal. She surreptitiously pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.
Ouch
. Nope. Not dreaming. But definitely in the hottest Twilight Zone episode ever.
Maybe she was in a coma somewhere. Vince joined the conversation, pulling her attention from Nolan. “
Penny
, are you a fan of literature or history?” he asked.

“Um, yeah, a little bit,” she answered. “Why?”

“What we propose is something similar to the days when men kept mistresses,” he explained as if it were perfectly natural to suggest such a thing when in fact, it shocked
Penny
to her toes. “Or courtesans,” he added. “The gentleman kept their mistress in fine style while they enjoyed her services and then when their relationship came to a natural conclusion, she was gifted generously. My brother and I are interested in a similar arrangement with you.”
Penny
could only stare. This was crazy. And yet…there was something startlingly arousing about the whole sordid
deal
. Vince must’ve sensed her reluctant interest and pressed a little harder. “We are wealthy men. We would lavish you with anything you desired as long as you were our girl. And, to answer your next question, yes, you would belong to us both and there would be times when we’d expect you to accommodate us both at the same time.”