“That much is clear, baby.”
Realization that she looked the way she did made her eyes widen. “Oh, God.” Her hands lifted to her hair, trying to tame some of the craziness, but she knew it was no use. Max took a step forward and she froze. His presence was comforting. Both of them eased something inside of her and made her feel less lost, less empty. He lifted his hand and she tensed, not knowing what to expect. His thumb brushed along her bottom lip and he lifted it so she could see the smear of chocolate on the pad. Her face heated and her mouth went dry as she watched him bring it to his mouth and lick it clean. She couldn’t breathe, especially when Ian stepped forward. Max moved to the side and both of them stood blocking her in, caging her against the door.
“Why did you leave?” Ian was the one to speak, an emotion crossing his face that she couldn’t describe.
“I--” She dropped her gaze, but they wouldn’t have any of it. A finger lifted her chin so she was staring at them again.
“Tell us why you left, sweetheart.”
Could they hear her heartbeat, or see it? It felt like the damn thing was going to pound right through her chest. “I didn’t want to stick around to hear you guys tell me you didn’t want me.” They looked between each other and did something she would have never expected. They fucking laughed at her. She felt her brows knit and then her anger rose. “Is it that funny?” Lola knew her face was as red as a damn beet. What she really wanted to do was slap them across their two gorgeous faces.
“Baby,” Ian grinned and lifted his hand to cup her cheek. “Did you not hear anything we told you? We want you. Completely. For us there is no one else aside from you.”
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Really?” They had the audacity to look sheepish. “There is no one else for me but you, especially compared to those men that fuck anything with a twat.”
“Sweetheart,” she swatted Max’s hand away and pushed her way past them and went back into the living room. Of course it was the scene where Noah was confessing his love in the rain. Damn him and all his romance.
“Lola, we aren’t going to even try and make excuses for what we did, but you have to understand that we didn’t think we had a chance with you.”#p#分页标题#e#
“You’re just so damn beautiful, but you also intimidate the hell out of us.”
It was her turn to laugh at them. She turned and glared at them. “How do I intimidate you? You do realize you’re sex personified, not to mention billionaires…?” She raised her brow when neither spoke. “I’ll remind you I’m your maid and you can get anyone you want. If anyone should be intimidated, it should be me.”
“Are you blind, sweetheart?” Max moved until he was standing in front of her, his hands on her shoulders. He turned her around so she was looking at herself in the mirror. She grimaced at her horrid reflection and tried to look away but he held her head so she was forced to look at herself. “You’re beyond beautiful, Lola. Yeah, we may have been a little promiscuous, but if we thought we had any chance with you we would have only been after you.”
“We couldn’t even get hard without thinking about you.” She about choked when she heard Ian’s words. “It’s true, believe it or not. You had us so worked up, especially every time we saw you in those skimpy little cleaning clothes. Damn, girl,” Ian ran a hand over his mouth. “You’re smokin’ hot.”
“It isn’t just that, though,” Max glared at Ian’s reflection. “We want more with you. We don’t just want that one time, Lola. We want you to give us a chance.”
“We know it isn’t a conventional relationship, but if you’ll give us a chance we know we can make you happy.” Ian grinned at her, his boyish charm coming through. “All those other women were mistakes. Even if you turned us down right now, I would still tell you they were mistakes.”
“If we could take it back, take back all the times you had to pick up after us, heard what we were doing,” Max looked down, as if his words embarrassed him. “We would take it all back. It was tasteless and ignorant of us and we sure as hell weren’t thinking. We don’t blame you if you tell us to get the fuck out.”
All Lola could do was stand there, mouth slightly open as she tried to process what was going on. They wanted her? Like, really wanted her? Was she dreaming? They must have taken her silence as her dismissal because they both cleared their throats and stepped away from her.