Bought By The Billionaire Brothers 2(5)

"Technically, the apartment belongs to my family, which means it also  belongs to me - a small fact my little brothers are fond of forgetting -  so the question should be, what are you doing in my apartment? Before  you answer that, come, sit and enjoy breakfast. I suspect we have a lot  to talk about."

Penny thought to turn on her heel and storm out of there - well, at  least storm to the bedroom to get dressed - but she had an awful lot of  questions and Dillon, more so than Vince and Nolan, seemed willing to  answer them. What harm could there be? He didn't seem all that dangerous  today, but then it's hard to look menacing when you're holding a plate  of food with an engaging smile on your face. Penny tugged at her bottom  lip, not quite sure what to do. "Just talk and eat breakfast?" she  confirmed with a suspicious look shot his way.

"Scout's honor."

"Something tells me you were never a scout," she muttered but took a  seat and accepted the plate. She made sure her robe was securely tied  around her, then took an exploratory bite of the eggs. Of course, they  were fantastic, she wanted to groan. She'd half hoped they were  disgusting so she could excuse herself with good reason. No such luck.  "Where'd you learn how to cook like this?" she asked.

"Here, there … " he answered, tucking into his own plate without  hesitation. "When you've been kicked off the family teat, you learn how  to fend for yourself pretty quick and since I enjoy a good meal, my only  choice was to learn how to make things myself."

Kicked off the family teat? "What do you mean? Were you disowned or something?"

He cast her a wry glance. "Something like that."

She shouldn't ask. It wasn't her business. What would Nolan and Vince  think if they knew she was prying into their private family affairs? But  the temptation was too strong. At her worst, she was a terribly nosey  thing. Perhaps she should've went into journalism instead of accounting,  then she would've had a valid reason for prying into people's lives.  But before she could ask another question, Dillon had one of his own.  "Are you sleeping with Vince or Nolan?" When Penny blushed and looked  away, he chuckled and surmised with a surprised grin, "Both? Damn, my  brothers have upped their game in the time since I've been home."

"What does that mean?" she asked, frowning.

"It means exactly what you think it means," Dillon said, his mouth  twisting. "Let me guess, you're in a contract for your services … "

Penny squirmed, terribly embarrassed at their secret business  arrangement being discussed casually over eggs. "It's not all about  money. I care about them and they care about me. They're very good to  me."

"Of course they are," he said, not surprised. "You're their pet. Masters  are always good to a pet they've just purchased. It's all about the  novelty. Eventually, they'll tire of their newest acquisition, probably  right about the time your contract is up."

Suddenly, her eggs tasted sour in her mouth. Penny dropped her fork and  moved to leave but Dillon stopped her with an apology that sounded  really close to sincere. "Listen, let's start over, okay? We've gotten  off on the wrong foot. I'm Dillon Buchanan and you are … ?"

Penny regarded him with open uncertainty. Don't trust him, her instincts  screamed but there was something about him that drew her, something she  ought to ignore but she didn't want to. "Penny McDaniels," she answered  softly. "Why did you say that about your brothers? Is it true? Have  they done this before with someone else?"

At that Dillon's gaze shuttered but his mouth widened in a bright smile.  "No more talk of serious stuff over breakfast. What does your day look  like?"         

     



 

"I-I have the day off but I don't think Vince or Nolan would appreciate  me spending time with you given your difficult relationship."

"Do they own you body and soul?" he asked, his tone lightly teasing but  there was something starkly serious about his question as well. "Surely,  you get a day off from them as well as your job?"

His question only drove home the point that she belonged to the Buchanan  brothers. It was an odd thing, one she was still becoming accustomed  to, particularly when she'd been used to flying solo most of the time.  Not that she was complaining, of course. Vince and Nolan were kind,  generous, and made her toes curl on a regular basis. What more could a  girl want? "They will be here in an hour," she answered, adding with a  bright smile. "We're going sailing."

Disappointment showed in his gorgeous eyes but he recovered well,  saying, "No worries. It's probably best. I have some details to attend  to as well. But I confess, the idea of spending the day with you is far  more appealing."

She smiled in spite of her misgivings. One thing was for sure, Dillon  had that Buchanan charm and he wielded it well. "Why are you here?" she  asked. "Something tells me it wasn't to cook me breakfast."

His enigmatic smile faded around the edges and for a split second her  heart ached for him, as if he were actually hurting inside. Perhaps he  was simply misunderstood and isn't the villain Vince and Nolan believe  him to be. And perhaps she was being completely naïve by hoping that was  the case. Her Buchanans had been quite clear about their feelings about  their older brother and she trusted their judgment. She had no business  feeling anything for Dillon, no matter how he made her insides flutter  with a simple glance, or worse, that crooked half-smile that nearly  broke her heart each time.

"You're a dangerous woman," he said, startling her with his sudden observation.

"M-me? Hardly. I'm just an accountant who somehow … " Penny blushed and  glanced away. "Sometimes I'm afraid they're going to realize they  could've gotten someone better for their business arrangement."

"And why is that?"

She forced a laugh. "I'm not exactly model material and the Buchanans  are … well, they're filthy rich. They could have anyone they want, why  would they settle with me?"

"From what I can see, whatever they offered you, it's not enough," he  said in a low, sultry tone that caused the air in her chest to  disappear. "And judging by the soft swell of that beautiful tit, I'd say  they shouldn't leave you alone for a second … especially when I'm back in  town."

It took a moment for his comment to truly register then she realized her  robe had gaped open, giving Dillon a perfect glimpse at her left  breast. She gasped and pulled the robe closed, her mortification  mingling with a breathless arousal that was so highly inappropriate she  didn't know how to react. "Oh God," she said in a high squeak that was  hardly dignified at all. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Why?"

"Because you just saw my boob!"

"I wasn't complaining."

She sent him an exasperated look, though a grin teased her mouth just  the same. "That's not the point, it's not appropriate. Thank you for  breakfast but," she said, rising and tucking her robe tighter around her  "I really need to ask you to leave. Vince and Nolan will be here soon  and I need to get ready."

Dillon chuckled, not the least bit put off by her request, but he  countered with a shocking suggestion. "How about we save water and  shower together. I wouldn't mind spending the day on the water. It's  been awhile since I took in the sea air. If I recall, it's quite  refreshing."

The idea of showering with Dillon caused a shudder that she tried to  suppress but the gleam in Dillon's stare told her he'd caught it and was  reveling in her reaction. That was just fantastic, she thought sourly.  "No we cannot shower together," she snapped. "Now go." She didn't wait  for him to agree or disagree this time and simply turned on her heel and  marched to her bedroom. "And don't you dare just pop up in my shower  either or you'll find sensitive areas under attack with a loofah," she  called out stridently. The nerve of that man. What a cheeky suggestion.



Dillon was playing with fire but the succulent Penny McDaniels had  thrown a wrench in his carefully thought out plan. He wanted her. And  not just because she belonged to his brothers, although that was  certainly a bonus. His little brothers could use a little payback for  the stunt they'd tried to pull with Granddad. No, his fascination with  Penny had less to do with his plan than his desire to feel her beneath  him. She had curves in all the right places, from her big, soft breasts  to the rounded swell of her hips, and he was interested in discovering  all the sensitive places that made her shiver and gasp. He enjoyed the  way her eyes flashed with indignation yet still couldn't hide the flare  of arousal and it was that hidden spark that intrigued him most.