"Lucky man. Follow me please, miss," he said, and she understood now. Her cheeks warmed. The host had found her attractive and was disappointed knowing she was meeting a man. How funny. She admired the host's good looks and was about to say that she was only friends with Dante, when she spotted the private table, way in the back and secluded from the rest of the restaurant. She could hardly see where he was sitting as the booth curved just so, and blocked anyone's view from the seats and table within. Very private. Her belly tightened.
What exactly did Dante have in mind? She felt her belly flutter with concern. Every time she thought about accepting a date from new admirers, she thought of Hudson and Jagger, and her heart ached. Her affair in Paris had ruined her for any other man. She was really one fucked-up individual.
"There you are. I was getting worried," Dante said as he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. He looked at her dress as he smiled.
"You, look, gorgeous!" He spoke the words slowly and with gusto. She smiled at him. The man looked very good, too. But that was Dante. Suit, tux, casual wear, it didn't matter. He was a model.
"Thank you. You look wonderful, too. So how did you get so lucky to get this table?" she asked, as he motioned with his hand for her to take a seat in the booth.
"Oh, I have my connections. So, is everything okay? You're usually so punctual."
"I'm sorry. It's just that since my apartment was broken into, I feel so violated and nervous when I go home and when I leave there. I know it's normal, but it's taking a toll on me."
"Well, that's understandable. Perhaps you won't be going home alone this evening." She felt her cheeks warm and an uneasy feeling hit her gut. Was he suggesting that he would be in her bed tonight?
"Dante, I don't think that-"
He placed his finger up in the air for her to stop talking. "Your potential clients have arrived. Remember, destiny is what you make of it, Tia Rose. Anything is possible when you follow your heart and your gut."
What?
She turned to see what or whom had made Dante speak in such a way. She instantly felt nervous, unsure, and utterly confused. And then they were there. Standing in front of the table. Six feet four and larger than life, Hudson and Jagger.
"Good evening, my goddess," Jagger stated.
"Tia Rose, finding you has been quite the challenge," Hudson added.
Her throat closed up. The tears filled her eyes. She felt sick to her stomach, excited, scared, and utterly shocked as she covered her mouth with her hand.
A glance toward Dante and he smiled.
"Your destiny. Everything happens for a reason, Tia Rose. Enjoy the evening, and let me know how working for Jagger and Hudson Ross, decorating their vacation home works out for you."
She watched Dante walk away.
"How? What is going on?" she began to say when Hudson took her hand and pulled her up.
"Come to me, baby. God, we've missed you," he said as she slid closer to the edge, allowing the large, thick hand of his to take her smaller hand, and pull her up. The instant he touched her, she laid her head against his solid chest and inhaled his cologne. Then she cried.
"Oh, God, Hudson, I've missed you both so much. How did you find me? How do you know Dante?" She wiped the tears.
He cupped her cheeks and stared down into her eyes. "We had to find you. You're our woman and we need you. Life just isn't the same without you." He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, then hugged her tight.
She was shaking as he smiled then released her to Jagger. Jagger pulled her against his chest and held her cheek with the palm of his hand as his other hand plastered over her ass. Exactly where she loved it.
"You were difficult to find, but now that we're back together, we're not letting you go."
Before she could react, he kissed her as Hudson chuckled behind her. She felt his chest against her back, and she was instantly safe and secure. She felt complete between them as she kissed Jagger back until he slowly released her lips.
"We have two choices. One, we stay here eat and then head back to our place. Or two, we skip dinner and we have you instead."
She chuckled. "I think we should talk first. This is a shock to me."
He smiled. "Okay, but after we talk, I want you. In my bed, under me, with my cock buried deep in your wet pussy and Hudson's cock buried deep in your ass. Between us, part of us, is where you belong."
Oh, my God. This is crazy.
She closed her eyes and took a shaky breath.
"Jagger, I said to go slowly and don't scare the woman. Let's sit down, order some drinks and food, and talk," Hudson said, and she nearly fell into the seat. Her legs were shaking, but her body was ready to be taken by Hudson and Jagger.
Hudson couldn't stop touching Tia Rose, and neither could Jagger. They sat beside her, caressed her hands, her thighs beneath the table, as they ate, drank, and talked about whom they really were.
"I can't believe that you both live here in New York, too. Where exactly?" she asked as she took a sip of wine. Hudson watched her mouth sip at the glass, and then she lowered the glass and licked her lips as she looked back and forth between them.
"Manhattan. In a penthouse on Fifth Avenue," Jagger whispered and then leaned closer, gently moving her hair away from her ear and cheek, so he could kiss her skin.
"You smell so good. Exactly as I remember."
"Oh, God, what did you say that the two of you do?"
Hudson smiled, as he repeated Jagger's move on her left side, as he kissed her ear and whispered.
"We're entrepreneurs." He hid his chuckle as he felt her shaking, and from his view above her, he could tell her nipples hardened through the form fitted dress she wore.
"Fifth Avenue is very expensive. Like millions of dollars a year for a penthouse. Um, what exactly are you two telling me?"
"You're very smart," Jagger stated, still kissing her neck.
"And very beautiful," Hudson added, kissing her other side.
"I'm about to have a panic attack." She held on to the table. Both of them moved away, and covered each of her hands with theirs.
"Just relax. It doesn't matter that we're billionaires."
She jerked up toward Hudson. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and he had to laugh. "This isn't funny. This is not happening. You two can have any woman you want. Hell, you could order the perfect woman from a goddamn menu. Why are you here with me?"
Jagger moved quicker than Hudson could as her words shocked him.
He turned her face toward him. Jagger cupped her cheeks and stared down into her eyes.
"You are fucking perfect for us. You're better than anything anyone could pull off a menu, baby. We want you. We want this body. We want you in our arms every fucking day and night. You're gorgeous, sexy, and everything we've ever wanted." He kissed her hard on the mouth, and she held on to his forearms, kissing him back. When he released her lips, they were both panting.
"You're not playing a game with me?" she asked, and Hudson could tell that she was serious. He wondered who had hurt her so badly that she couldn't trust or believe them.
"Never, baby. Never," Jagger said. Hudson placed his hands on her shoulders. He whispered next to her ear.
"We want you. We searched for you because we missed you that much."
"We even got our friends involved, and thank God we've known Dante for years. When we found out that you were here in New York, we were thrilled," Jagger told her.
"This is too much. I feel so confused," she whispered.
"Honey, you're coming home with us tonight. We're going to spend the weekend together, and then we're going to make some definite plans," Jagger stated.
"Wait. I don't want to be just some sex toy."
Hudson chuckled. "Hell, woman, you are way more than that."
"Wait, why do you want to be with me?" She was amazing. She really didn't know why they wanted her.
"Because you're meant to be ours. That weekend in Paris was the best weekend of our entire lives. I know that you're scared and untrusting. We'll get to why you're so untrusting and insecure later. Right now you need to know that we're for real. We want you in our lives."
"In our bed," Jagger said.
"Come home with us tonight. Let's spend the weekend talking and working things out."
"Making love and us learning every inch of this luscious body."
She chuckled. "You're crazy."
"About you," Jagger said and kissed the corner of her mouth. She lowered her eyes. Hudson placed his fingers under her chin so that she would look up at him.
"Crazy about you. Take this chance. Again. Be with us. Let's see where it leads."
She was silent, and his gut clenched with worry that she would say no, and leave them again. He didn't want that. He couldn't handle that.