“Um--”
Before Lola could get another word out, one of the buxom blonds decided to answer for her.
“She’s the help, isn’t she?” The way she looked at Lola, like she was a piece of dog shit on the bottom of her shoe, had Lola’s hackles rising. Of all the fucking nerve…
The other woman on Ian’s shoulders started giggling and said, “Just let her go back to cleaning up after you stallions. That’s what she’s good for anyway.” If Lola’s face could get any hotter she was going to blow a gasket, but to her utter surprise Ian and Max looked at each other and tossed both women backward into the pool. There were a couple high-pitched screams as they realized what was happening and then silence as they were submerged in water. Lola knew her eyes had to be the size of saucers, and she didn’t stop a laugh from spilling forth.
Serves those skanks right.
The ‘Barbie twins’ surfaced a second later, sputtering as their mascara ran down their cheeks. “It’s time for you guys to leave.” Ian looked at Lola as he dismissed the blonds. Their mouths hung open, and they looked to Max for help.
“Sandra, Mechelle.” They swarm over to him, expecting him to fawn all over them and their pitiful state, but what he said next had their perfectly made up faces going as red as the lipstick they once wore.
“Get the fuck out of our house.”
They were too stunned to speak for a solid minute. Then one of them sputtered out, “Max, baby, what’s wrong? We were having so much fun.” Lola didn’t know which woman was which, and it really didn’t matter, because the show she was getting was as good as gold.
“You don’t talk to Lola like that, understand?” Max’s voice was calm, but deadly so. Lola was shocked to hear him call her anything besides Miss Shyne. In the six-plus months she had worked for them, neither brother had ever called her by her first name. Take that little surprise, and the fact he was pissed at his fuck buddy for speaking down to her, and it opened something up in Lola that she wasn’t sure she wanted to explore.
“You two aren’t welcome here anymore. Get your shit and leave.” Ian swam away from the three of them and climbed out of the pool. He was so close to her that she could see the individual beads of water slide down his body. She wanted to follow those drops with her tongue and see where they disappeared.
Never had someone stuck up for her like they did. It was refreshing and made her look at them in a different light. Here she thought them egotistical, sex-starved assholes, but in reality they didn’t look down at her. It had her smiling.
“Excuse me,” Ian’s deep and gruff voice startled her out of her thoughts and before she could move he was pressed against her.
“W-What?” She sounded like a stuttering fool, but the fact that his big, wet body was pressed against her chest had her heart pounding, and all rational thoughts deserted her. He turned toward her, standing so close Lola felt his warm, sweet-smelling breath slide across her lips. He gave her a wide smile, showcasing his perfect white teeth, and took a step away from her. He held two towels in his hand, and she realized her face was hotter than hell. Damn her genetics.
She watched the women huff and puff their way out of the pool. They murmured to each other as they grabbed their shit and left the house, their noses in the air. Max climbed out of the pool and Lola once again zeroed in on the water that disappeared underneath his swim trunks. Damn them both for looking so fine. It was hard to get any work done when they were around. What she needed to do was to get laid this week, like good and hard. That would surely help her get her mind off the two men that tempted her more than chocolate and strawberries. Hell, they were better than chocolate-covered chocolate dipped in chocolate. Yes, she would go out and get laid. She could always call up Jake, an old ex-boyfriend. They’d broken up on pretty good terms, and had even screwed a few times after that before she’d met her last boyfriend, that douche bag.
“So, Lola, my offer still stands.” Max took the towel his brother gave him and started drying off his short hair. The strands stood up in all directions, which only made him look that much more delicious. Both of them standing together, their hair a mess, their bodies half-nude made her picture them in bed, her body sandwiched between them as they did naughty, naughty things to her.
Chapter Three
“I’m sorry … offer?” Lola had to clear her mind and focus on what Max had said.
Max grinned and said, “Yes, my offer for you to come in for a swim. It’s getting kind of hot out and you have been working pretty hard.”