Page 2 of Cucumber Martinis

Their gazes land on me, and the hunger I see looking back at me causes my panties to dampen. Who am I kidding? My panties are absolutely ruined from the look they're giving me.

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" Katie's voice breaks the sensual bubble I was in. I turn my head to look at her to see who she's talking to—if it's the cab driver, I'll make sure she gets home myself.

"Is your friend going to be okay with that guy?" One of the guys says.

There's no way the man in a tuxedo is the cab driver here to take Katie home. If I'm not mistaken, it's her grumpy boss. One night, when she drowned her sorrows in ice water on a slow night, she googled him and showed me his picture.

"Oh, you're coming home with me brat." Katie's boss picks her up like she weighs nothing and throws her over his shoulder.

"Put me down." Her fists pummel his back as her feet kick dangerously close to the significant package he's packing in his pants.

"Do you want us to step in and help your friend?"

I glance over to my two hot strangers, who are now standing and am touched by their concern for Katie. Before I can answer, Katie's boss slaps her ass and whispers something in her ear, making her still in his arms before he strides to the door.

"Katie, are you okay?" I slide out from behind the bar and run after Katie and her kidnapper.

Her boss stops and turns to look at me, "You must be her bartender friend, Mads." I nod, and he continues. "She's fine. It's about time I teach this little brat a lesson." He turns and continues his way out of the bar.

Shocked by his admission, I take a step back and crash into two very firm chests. I don't have to turn around to know it's my two sexy strangers from the bar acting as my backup.

Well, that was interesting.

"Are you sure your friend is going to be okay, or do you want us to go after her?" One of the guys asks with genuine concern in his tone.

I turn around to look at my two self-appointed bodyguards with a smile. I really need to ask them their names. I can't keep referring to them as the blond-haired guy and the dark-haired guy. I mean, I can't exactly scream out dark hair or blond hair when we're having sex, now, can I?

The thought makes me giggle because this is the wild thing I want to do in my life. Something the good girl Madison would never do, but wild and carefree Mads would definitely take two strangers back to her apartment and have sex with both of them at the same time all night long.

Jared yells for last call, and I know I can't let the opportunity slip through my fingers. "I think Katie will be okay now that he's finally claimed her." I look between each one of them, "But what I want to know is, do you want to come home with me?"

"Which one of us do you want to take home, Mads?" The blond asks.

Their stiff posture and heated stare tell me they both want me. Who am I to tell them no? "I want both of you to come home with me."

two

Madison

It's a short walk from the bar to my apartment in the French Quarter, which is a good thing, or I might have changed my mind. During the walk, I learned that Owen is the dark-haired guy and Caleb is the blond-haired guy.

They're in town for business and stopped into Sweet Cocktails after checking into their hotel for a quick nightcap after their flight from Minnesota. I giggle, realizing we're all from the Midwest, with only a border separating our home states. It almost seems like fate or destiny for us to have met so far from home.

"This is home." I unlock my front door and swing it open. Stepping across the threshold, I flip on the light, thankful I cleaned before work.

My apartment might be small, but the location is what drew me to it. Its unique, eclectic culture is so different from the vanilla culture of small-town Iowa.

"It's cute," Owen says as they follow me inside. They each sit on my small living room couch, making them look like giants.

That's when I realized how tall they really are, and I thank my lucky stars for purchasing the king-sized bed for my bedroom. It might take up most of the floor space, but now that I'll be sharing it with Owen and Caleb, at least for one night, I'm glad I spent the extra money. I also give thanks. I had the foresight to purchase a box of magnum condoms and lube a few months after I moved in. Not that I was dating at the time; I was a Girl Scout growing up, and we were always taught to be prepared—even though I'm not sure having condoms and lubes on hand is what they meant by being prepared.

"Can I get you something to drink since you didn't get the nightcap you came to the bar for?" I put my purse and keys on the kitchen counter on my way to the refrigerator.

"Actually, how about you come sit with us?" Caleb pats the cushion between them, causing my heart rate to spike.

I mentally prepare myself as I take a seat between them.

This is what you wanted, Mads—the bad girl experience.

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