Undone by Her Two Masters(32)

What if there was outrage when they asked to share a room at the hotel? What would she do then? Would she be strong enough to leave them so their business didn’t fail? After all, men always blamed the woman whenever there was sex involved. And she had wanted them both.

She turned off the water and pulled a towel from the rail to wrap around herself. She’d fucked them every possible way and she still wanted them both. She’d travelled on a road trip with them, talked to them, laughed with them and worked hard with them, and she still wanted them. In her bed, in her life.

Maybe she was in love with them both already. Could that be possible?



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Bronx had intended to continue working from the office of the double-wide while the building work was going on, but it was hopeless. The only bathroom was in the trailer and all the workmen needed to use it. The only external door was also into his office so anyone needing to come inside to measure anything had to tramp past him. All of which meant he was interrupted every ninety seconds and couldn’t even hear his cell phone ring against the background of hammering, sawing, and voices calling to each other.

Nevis took one look at all the filthy boots coming into her home and rolled up her pretty rug off the living room floor, standing it in a corner of the room. A close second was her bedding. She rolled that up as well and put it inside the closet, then she packed an overnight bag, collected her laptop and said, “If you want me, I’ll be at the hotel.”

Bronx had to agree she had a point. “Ask the old man to recommend a restaurant for dinner and book us a table for seven, please. That should give York and me time to have a shower and meet you there. Are you taking Kermit?”

“Yes. You two might need Walter. I’ll book a table at the Pine Plantation. I keep meaning to eat there and never have.”

Besides, he knew she liked Kermit better. That screaming green metallic paint was cute, he supposed. It was eye-catching, too, which was good for a business vehicle. Everyone knew it belonged to Hot Springs Transportation. “The Pine Plantation? On Main Street? Okay.”

He watched her leave, then picked up his laptop and took it and the pile of paperwork he was trying to do out onto the deck. He piled a few other things he might need onto the little coffee table there, and then went back into the office and pushed the table against the wall, stacking the chair on top of it, and making more of a space for the workmen to get through. Then he went and sat back down on the deck to work, reminding himself that when the builder came by next time he needed to ask him about making the door to block off the living room and bedroom from the office area. Nevis deserved some privacy. Then he shuddered at the thought of all the extra noise and mess there’d be when the walls started coming down.

York waved at him from the warehouse. The plumber had just quoted for installing a second bathroom there with space, faucets, and a sink, for a washer and dryer. Nevis was going to buy the washer and dryer today, and order them a sink, and a shower with glass doors. He could hardly wait. The one in the trailer was built for short skinny people. He’d almost decapitated himself one night when he forgot to duck getting out of the shower. Not to mention the permanent bruise he’d developed on his hip from banging into the wall every time he turned around in the miniscule thing.

Bronx leaned back in his chair picturing himself going into the new bathroom after a day’s work, dumping his dirty clothing in a laundry hamper, showering, changing into his wolf persona to run back to the trailer, then standing up all clean, fresh, and naked, ready to fuck Nevis. It’d be the perfect way to spend every evening.

A truck pulled into the parking lot, but Bronx ignored it assuming it was something to do with the building work. He bent his head to his laptop again, pulling up a spreadsheet and trying to work out what he needed to do next. Even when he heard boots on the steps up to his deck he didn’t look up until a voice said, “Um, Hot Springs Transportation?”

Bronx jumped to his feet his arm outstretched to shake the man’s hand. “Hi, I’m Bronx.” He blinked twice. It might have been a husky voice, but the figure dressed in work pants, heavy boots, and a tight black T-shirt was no man, but a very attractive young woman.

She shook his hand and he gestured to one of the chairs. “Please sit down. I’m afraid the coffee is only instant, or I could offer you a cold beer or a soda.”

“Soda would be good, thank you.”

He went inside and grabbed two cans out of the refrigerator, then remembering this was a woman, he picked up a glass for her as well.

She ignored the glass and downed half the can in one long drink. “Damn, I was thirsty.” Her voice was not nearly so husky and masculine now.