Bought by the Billionaire Brothers(2)

     



 



That Saturday, Penny found herself summoned to the Buchanans' on an  urgent errand by her supervisor. The summons itself wasn't shocking, as  George was always using Penny as his personal assistant in a blatant  abuse of power, but when George admitted that Vince had asked for her  specifically, her jaw dropped. "Why me?" she'd asked.

"I don't know," George answered, his tone nervous. "But you'll call me if they start asking questions, right?"

"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. She 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 either 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."