Page 15 of Double Down & Dirty

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Following the sales clerk through the boutique, Abigail’s gaze darted from one stunning evening gown to another, wishing Gray and Remi weren’t right on her heels because she wanted to look at the price tags. This was the appointment Remi had made on the phone yesterday when they’d arrived at the hotel. She didn’t want to pick a very expensive dress since they were paying for it—not that they couldn’t afford it, but she didn’t want them to think she was greedy. It was kind of like going to dinner on a first or second date and not picking the most expensive item on the menu.

She’d woken up this morning just as she’d finally gone to sleep last night—alone. After the show, the men had instructed Edward to drive down the Vegas strip to let Abby get the full experience, before heading back to their hotel. They took her back to the suite, escorted her to the master bedroom door, took turns giving her a kiss goodnight, then sent her to bed. It had been far less than she’d expected. While she’d been anxious about sharing a bed with them, she realized as she settled under the covers she would have preferred that to sleeping alone after all the attention they’d given her. It’d been an anti-climactic ending to a wonderful day, and had left her wanting ... needing that connection to them. Had they changed their minds about a relationship with her? Now that she’d had a brief taste of the Mann brothers, she wasn’t sure she could go back to being just their secretary.

They passed a display case filled with jewelry, and she highly doubted any of the large, brilliant stones were cubic zirconia. The shop was located in one of the high-end hotel/casinos, and they’d had to be buzzed through a secure door with a guard standing by. After being told about the appointment this morning over breakfast, she’d expected she’d go alone—what guy wants to go dress shopping with a woman? But they’d told her they wanted to help her find the right gown. She guessed they didn’t want her to embarrass them by picking something they would consider dreadful. Although, there didn’t appear to be any ugly dresses in the place.

The pretty, size-two blonde named Penelope opened a door toward the back of the shop and ushered her three clients inside. Abigail glanced around in awe and confusion. The room was beautifully decorated with plush carpet, a couch, two wingback chairs, a chaise lounge, several cherry wood tables, and elegant wallpaper. Above it all, a huge, chandelier hung from the vaulted ceiling—and she swore it was Waterford. The entire setup could be a living room in a rich person’s mansion instead of an area in a boutique. On a buffet, there was a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket, three crystal flutes, a cheese and fruit platter, and chocolate covered strawberries. The only thing that looked out of place was the rack of dresses in varying lengths and colors along one wall.

As Remi and Gray sat and made themselves comfortable, the clerk poured the champagne and handed a glass to Abigail before giving one to both men. “I’ve chosen a large selection in the size you requested, however, if you don’t find something you like among these, there are more I can bring in.” She pointed to a small box on a side table next to Remi’s chair. “If you need anything else, gentlemen, please push the button on the intercom, and I’ll return.”

On the couch, Gray crossed an ankle over the opposite knee. “Thank you. That’ll be all for now.”

With a professional air, the woman nodded and then left them alone, closing the door behind her. Abigail stood in the center of the room, taking it all in, feeling out of place. Remi sipped from his glass, then indicated the one in her hand. “Don’t you like champagne, little one?”

There was that endearment again. Abigail had never in her adult life felt “little” but next to the hulking, broad-shouldered Mann brothers she did, especially when they called her the new nickname it appeared they’d chosen for her.

“No ... I mean, yes, I do.” She took a sip, hoping the alcohol would calm her nerves. It was the best champagne she’d ever tasted—not that she had a taste of the bubbly often, but damn, it was delicious. She took another sip as she stepped over to the rack of over a dozen gorgeous gowns. “I ... um ... are these the dresses I should choose from?”

“Yes. They should all be in your size. I’d love to see you try on that one on the right end first.”

Her gaze fell on the robin’s egg blue and silver gown—it was stunning, shimmering under the soft light from above. She looked over her shoulder at them. “H-How did you know my size?”

A sexy grin appeared on Gray’s face as his gaze roamed her body from head to toe and back up again. “Some men just know what size their woman is, Abby. It comes from spending a lot of time admiring her beautiful curves.”

What?There was so much about those two statements that made her head spin. She swallowed hard as a shiver went down her spine at the way they were staring at her. Their woman? Beautiful curves? Obviously, he’d been speaking in general terms and not about her specifically. Or maybe he had. They’d been so attentive last night and again at breakfast this morning, seemingly oblivious to other women who had flirted with them. Abigail hadn’t been oblivious, but the brothers hadn’t acknowledged any of them beyond what had been necessary to be polite, before returning their attention to her. “Um ... okay. So, the blue one first.”

After setting her glass down carefully on the coffee table in front of the men, she grabbed the hanger and lifted the gown off the rack. Sure enough, it was a size 12. Glancing around, her confusion returned when she only saw the one door which lead back out to the main boutique. “Uh ... where’s the dressing room?”

“You’re standing in it, little one,” Remi told her with a smile.

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Remi didhis best to hold back his laughter at Abby’s incredulity. If he let it loose, the shopping expedition may not go as planned.

“Th-This is the dressing room?” One would think they’d told her the dressing room doubled as the White House’s Oval Office by the expression on her face.

“Yes, little one. I’ve already had my hand on your pussy, so having you strip down to your bra and panties isn’t an unreasonable request. If you think it is, you have your safeword. Do you remember what it is?”

She shifted on her feet nervously. “Y-Yes, it’s ... um ... red.”

“Very good. Rule number one was you must verbalize your responses to our questions. Rule number two is if we ask what your safeword is, or indicate in some manner that we’re in D/s mode, or we’re in our club, that is when we want you to use the title ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’ Otherwise, we like you to call us by our names. Are you comfortable with that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

If she were an experienced sub, neither one of them would say anything at this point, letting their silence drag on until she realized they were waiting for her to undress or use her safeword. It had been a long time since they’d played with an extreme novice to the lifestyle, and they had to remember to take baby steps. That didn’t mean they weren’t going to nudge her beyond her comfort zone. “Okay, now you have two choices. Either strip down to your underwear and try the dress on or say your safeword.” He gave her an impish smile. “But if you say red, I think I might be on the verge of dying from curiosity again.”

Despite her obvious nervousness, the corners of her mouth ticked upward at his teasing. She placed the dress back on the rack, and her hands shook as they moved to the buttons of the emerald green blouse she’d paired with a black pencil skirt and “fuck me,” black high heels. He loved when she wore those; they made him want to bend her over his desk, slide the snug material up to her hips, and take her from behind.

Remi’s dirty thoughts were interrupted by Gray standing. “I think Abby needs a little help, brother. Otherwise, we’ll be here all day.”

His twin stalked across the room and stood behind a wide-eyed Abby who’d barely undone two buttons while Remi had been fantasizing. Gray took hold of her wrists and gently guided her hands down to her sides. His fingers then went to work on the buttons of her blouse, giving Remi a show, revealing one tantalizing inch of her at a time. The edges of a pale green, lace bra came into view over her rounded breasts, and her breath hitched. Gray closed the distance between him and Abby, and was evidently rubbing his erection against her bottom as he opened the last few buttons. Abby shivered as he dragged the fabric down her arms.

Damn, she’s fucking beautiful.Without being subtle, Remi adjusted the throbbing cock in his pants. There was no hiding the fact he was hard as a rock, not that he wanted to. Abby did this to him incessantly, and it was about time she knew it.

Gray laid the blouse over the back of a nearby chair, then returned his attention to Abby. He cupped her breasts, which fit perfectly in his massive hands. Massaging them, he pulled her against his chest. “Put your arms up around my neck, little one.”

She did as she was told while Gray began to play with her nipples through the thin material. With his nose and chin, he nudged her hair to the side so he could nuzzle her neck. He murmured Remi’s earlier thought. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Abby.”

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