Page 10 of Double Down & Dirty

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In a daze, Abigail followed Remi and the bellhop to the private elevator that would take them to the sky suite they’d be staying in. Gray walked beside her and his hand rested at her lower back. The heat from his palm penetrated her sweater and her skin, sending bolts of electricity through her.

The Aria Resort & Casino was gorgeous. A chauffeured limousine had been waiting for the trio at the airport, and when they arrived at the hotel, they were brought to a private entrance and check-in, away from the regular front desk. Even if Abigail hadn’t known the brothers preferred to stay here whenever they traveled to Vegas—she was, of course, in charge of booking the suite for them—she’d know by the way the staff interacted with them. They were both addressed as Mr. Mann or sir and welcomed with the familiarity of well-liked and frequent guests. Remi had even inquired about the check-in manager’s new grandchild, which had caused the older woman to beam with pride as she’d answered him.

When the elevator door opened, the bellhop pushed the laden luggage cart to the back of the car, then held the doors open for the guests to board. As the twins escorted her, Remi on her left, Gray on her right, the bellhop inserted a key into a panel and then pressed the button for the top floor. Her bosses stood so close to her, towering over her, that Abigail should have felt claustrophobic. Instead, her pounding heart had nothing to do with a fear of being in a closed space, and everything to the sudden change in their attitudes and attention toward her. With her hand at her side, she subtly pinched the outside of her thigh for at least the tenth time since they’d taken her blindfold off a few hours ago.

Remi leaned down and whispered, “Stop pinching yourself, little one. Unless it turns you on. In that case, I’ll be more than happy to do it for you. But I should warn you, my fingers would prefer to pinch your delectable ass.”

Okay, maybe it hadn’t been so subtle. Her eyes shot toward the bellhop. If he’d overheard Remi, he didn’t show it. Glancing up, she saw a teasing smirk on Remi’s handsome face. Abby, meet Alice and the rest of the characters in the rabbit hole, she thought to herself. There was no way this was real. She had to be dreaming and would wake up in a few hours, in time for work.

The door slid open and Abigail’s jaw dropped as she stepped directly into an elegant foyer. The few times she’d traveled with one CEO or the other for business, she’d stayed in a regular hotel room by herself. They’d always been five-star rooms, but there’d been nothing more than a bed, bathroom, and small sitting area in them. This was like walking into a 2400 square foot, mini mansion. The suite included a gourmet kitchen, dining room with a five-stool bar, and a huge living room overlooking a private pool and the Vegas strip. A gold-toned circular staircase went up to the second floor where she assumed the bedrooms were located.

“Sirs, it’s nice to see you again. Welcome back to the Aria.” Abigail turned to see a tall, thin, gray-haired man in an impeccable, black suit. He smiled and bowed his head slightly at her. “Good afternoon, miss, my name is Fergus, and I’ll be your daytime butler. If you need anything at all, I’ll take care of it at once.”

“T-Thank you.”

Remi put his arm around her waist and tucked her close, sending a warm flush throughout her body. “Fergus, this is Abigail Turner. Whatever she wants, she gets. There’s no need to seek our approval.”

“As you wish, sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Turner. Is there anything I can get for you right now?”

Both brothers looked at her expectantly, and she still had that rabbit hole feeling. Shaking her head, she replied, “No, thank you. And it’s nice to meet you, too.”

“Thank you, miss.” Fergus pointed to a small box on the wall next to the elevator. “The intercoms are located in each room, and I can be summoned by pushing the red button. If there’s nothing you need at the moment, I’ll see to your suitcases.”

Abigail realized the bellhop hadn’t gotten off the elevator with them. He must have taken it to the upper floor with their bags.

A cell phone rang and Remi pulled his out of his pocket, glancing at the number. He nodded at Gray, then turned around and walked toward the dining room, answering the phone as he went. Abigail took in her surroundings and stepped over to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Dark, heavy clouds were blocking the sun, but with the myriad of neon lights of the strip, she’d never know it.

She jumped when hands closed around her waist and Gray whispered in her ear, “First time in Vegas, little one? It can be a bit overwhelming.”

“Yes, it is. But it’s beautiful, too.” It was disconcerting having him this close, especially when all she wanted to do was lean back against his hard chest. His warm breath against her skin as he spoke had her clenching her thighs together. After they’d set her head spinning and her blood boiling on the jet, they’d backed off and allowed her to remove the blindfold. Things had then returned to normal ... well, not exactly normal. They’d begun asking her questions about her likes and dislikes, about her family and friends—stuff that was usually discussed on a first date. But Abigail had never had a first date anywhere close to that. Crap, she shouldn’t even call it a date. It was her bosses getting to know her better ... after they’d told her they were going to seduce her. Holy hell.

“We’re going to skip tonight’s parties; there’ll be plenty tomorrow and Sunday night to attend. We’re going to take you out on the town. We’ll start with an early dinner at Joel Robuchon’s, then a trip over to Fremont Street, which you’ll love, and after that, we have front row tickets for one of the Cirque du Soleil shows. Sound good?”

It sounded amazing. Not the dinner or the trip to Fremont Street, whatever that was, or the show. No, what sounded amazing was she would be spending hours with the two handsomest men on the planet and there was nothing work related about it. She hoped the dress she’d brought with her was appropriate enough for the evening.

Abigail loved how Gray’s hands stayed on her waist as she turned around to face him. Tilting her head back, her gaze met his. The heat she saw in those hazel eyes seared her soul. “It-It ... um ... sounds wonderful.”

Bending down, Gray stopped his mouth a scant inch or two from hers. “I’m going to kiss you, sweet Abby, because I can’t resist the temptation anymore. If you don’t want me to, tell me now.”

Her eyes went wide. Tell him no? Yeah, that was so not going to happen. This might be her only chance to kiss Grayson Mann, and she’d be crazy not to. Actually, it was crazy to kiss him. How could she go back to work for the twins on Monday after they realized they weren’t really attracted to her? This had to be a fling for them—she was just one of the many women who they’d shared before moving on.

But none of that mattered as Gray closed the last bit of distance between them. She’d waited too long without saying no, and now it was too late. His lips brushed against hers, and she forgot why she’d wanted to say no in the first place. Hell, she’d even forgotten her own name!

Her lips tingled, and his made another gentle pass over them. Abigail’s eyes fluttered shut as Gray nibbled on her bottom lip. His tongue swiped a taste of her as he took a step forward, backing her up against the window. His hands cupped her jaw and . . .

“Ahem. Started without me, huh?”

Abigail jumped at the sound of Remi’s voice, and her face flushed in a combination of embarrassment and lust. Gray lifted his head, but his gaze remained on her as he smiled. “Sorry, brother. You were taking too long. Are we all set?”

“Yup. 11:00 a.m. tomorrow.” Remi came toward them as Gray turned her around in his arms to face his brother. He pulled her against his length and she could feel his impressive hard-on at her lower back. Remi stopped in front of her and cupped her jaw as Gray had done moments before. “You’re right. I was taking too long and think it’s time to remedy that.”

As Gray ran his hands up and down her shoulders, arms, and sides, Remi bent his head and kissed her. His lips were a combination of soft and hard, and he took possession of her mouth without hesitation. Not as gentle as Gray had been, but Abigail didn’t mind. Hell, no, she didn’t mind at all. The man could kiss. His tongue probed her lips, urging her to open for him. She wasn’t exactly inexperienced—she wasn’t a virgin—and had dated occasionally over her twenty-nine years on Earth. A few suitors had even lasted several months. But compared to Gray and Remi, those had been immature boys. These two were men. Men who could teach her so much. Men who could break her heart in an instant.

Involuntarily, her body stiffened at that thought, and Remi lifted his head, staring into her eyes. “Something wrong, little one? A little too fast?”

All she could do was nod in response and both men backed off. Both men ... holy crap, she’d kissed both within a matter of seconds, and neither of them minded. They weren’t jealous of each other, that was clear. But Abigail had this feeling of dread ... and shame. A feeling of being a slut. “I-I’m sorry ... I’m not what you want. I’m not sure I can do this.”

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