Chapter Ten
Lola woke to the sound of heavy breathing on both sides of her. Peeling her eyes open, she looked left then right. All she could see was hard, golden male skin. A sheet was draped over them and she tried to remember what had happened after she closed her eyes. The sex had been incredible, and her sore body could attest to that. The euphoric high she felt with them was a fading memory and all she could think about now was what a horrible mistake she made. She had fucked her two bosses -- her two, billionaire bosses that just happened to be brothers. Closing her eyes, she groaned internally. How in the hell are you going to fix this?
Max shifted beside her, his muscular thigh brushing her leg. She needed to get out of here and clear her mind. There was no doubt that everything they had said, about wanting her completely, was all said in the heat of the moment. What would they want her for, when they could have anyone? She was their maid and they were curious. They’d wanted to try out “the help” no doubt. Now that she had given into them, very easily she might add, no doubt they would want her gone. It was just a bad situation all around. What she needed to do was get the hell out and get her mind wrapped around everything.
Getting out of the bed had been harder than she thought. It took her a good ten minutes of stopping and slowly creeping down the mattress so neither of them would wake up. On her tiptoes, Lola crept out of the room. She quickly put on her clothes, and left the pool house.
The tears started when she pulled out of their driveway and she cursed herself. Wiping them away as fast as they came, she felt angry with herself for getting like this over them. They wouldn’t cry over her, so why should she cry over them? She had been a fool to fall for their shit, a fucking idiot to let their smooth talk and her overactive libido crumble her resolve.
Her fists hit the steering wheel over and over again. What in the hell was she going to do?
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Two days. It had been two damn days since she had slept with Ian and Max and then snuck out like the wimp she was. Everything was ruined, that much was crystal clear. The tub of Rocky Road sat between her thighs, half of it empty because she couldn’t stop the spoon from going into her mouth. She refused to check her phone, to listen to her voicemail because she was dreading the phone call from them saying she no longer had her job, that it had all been a mistake. Why in the hell had she succumbed to their charms and slept with them? Ugh! She couldn’t blame them for everything that had happened. She had willingly gone to them, and had willingly let them have her body.
“You are such an asshole for loving the two most unavailable men in the world.” Yeah, she said it out loud. A humorless laugh left her at the fact that she loved Ian and Max McKnight. They were the worst type of men for her, yet her heart wouldn’t listen to her brain.
The Notebook played on her TV and she brought another spoonful of ice cream to her mouth. “Why can’t I find a guy like Ryan Gosling? So determined, so in love with the girl of his dreams.” She rolled her eyes and brought more of the chocolate and marshmallow goodness to her mouth. There were no Noah’s out in the world. A dollop of ice cream fell onto her stained and ripped T-shirt, and she groaned. Oh well, it’d just add to the rest of her messy life.
A hard knock pounded on her door. Lola sighed -- of course someone would decide to stop by, when she looked like shit reheated. Tossing the spoon back in the container, she stood and took a look at herself in the mirror by the front door. A groan left her at her appearance: Baggy sweats that were on their last leg, and a shirt that looked like she peeled it off a homeless man. Lola thought she looked like she’d been run over and then the car backed up because she was still moving. Her hair was a wild mess atop her head, but there was no time to fix her appearance.
It was either Meredith or Rachel, really her only two friends. No doubt they assumed the worst, since she hadn’t answered any calls in the last seventy-two hours. She gripped the handle and opened the door. Time stilled when she saw who stood on the other side.
Chapter Eleven
Ian and Max stood there, the sight of them in those dark suits they wore doing wicked things to her body. Damn them for looking so good. They looked pissed, like really fucking pissed.
“Can we come in, Lola?” Ian’s voice was clipped and cool.
She couldn’t find her voice, let alone make her legs work.
“Please, sweetheart.” It was Max’s gentle voice that finally had her moving. She stepped aside and allowed them to enter.
When the door shut behind them it was like she had just trapped herself in the lion’s den. Their big bodies seemed to fill her foyer and she pressed her back against the door. “What are you doing here?” They turned and looked at her. “I wasn’t expecting you.” Both of their eyes swept up and down her body and then Ian snorted.