Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Tremors rocked my limbs as I stared at them. It was just too much to take in. There were three of them. Three men who looked like this. I’d never even known one guy this handsome, and there were three. My head swiveled from one to the next, trying to find differences beyond their clothing, but I didn’t see any. Same dark brown hair with bronze highlights. Same short beard. Same amazing abs, though one had his shirt on. I realized I didn’t know his name at the same time I realized that I was staring—and possibly drooling.
Jackson—it took me a moment to remember which one was Jackson—looked amused. “I take it you’ve met Hunter and Reid?”
“Yes…” I said, my voice rising at the end as if a question. Which was fitting because I was questioning my senses. Never in my life had I thought I’d see three men this incredibly gorgeous.
“Let me guess. He didn’t mention he had brothers.” That was Hunter. He was still holding a sledgehammer, so I knew it was him. And Reid was the one with the shirt on. Jackson, fortunately, had on khaki pants, so that was how I could tell him apart from Hunter.
“He actually did say something about a younger brother.” I mentally applauded myself for managing to complete a sentence in the face of such masculine perfection. For the life of me, I couldn’t recall exactly what Jackson had said about his brother, but I did remember he referred to him as a younger brother. Was there another sibling lurking around here?
I didn’t know the answer to that any more than I knew what I was doing here. Jackson had mentioned needing some temporary help on the phone, and I was in no position to turn down some extra work. But he hadn’t specified what kind of work, and he’d seemed in a rush, so I hadn’t pressed. It made more sense now that I was here. Who’d want to stay on the phone a long time while surrounded by men wielding power tools?
“Let’s go out back and talk,” Reid said. “Can I get you something to drink, Penny?”
“I’m good.” I didn’t know what the backyard was like—though I guessed it wasn’t exactly a serene oasis—but as there was no furniture in here, it didn’t seem like a good place for a conversation. Plus, the dust kept tickling the back of my throat.
Jackson stepped aside as I exited the back of the house onto a slab of concrete that was as cracked as the driveway. Though there was no furniture in the house, there was an ancient metal table and four rusting chairs to my left, and I headed there.
“How’s the car?” Jackson asked as I perched on the edge of a seat. The metal wasn’t smooth, and I was glad I’d put on slacks. My blouse was a silky button-down I used for interviews, so no way was I going to lean against the rusty patches on the back of the chair.
“It’s not looking good,” I admitted. He asked for specifics, and I told him what I knew, but he didn’t seem like a car guy to me. More like a man who was just being polite. After all that Jeff had put me through, I’d take it.
Hunter sat on my other side, and Reid set four water bottles down on the table. Even though I’d told him I was fine, I was rather grateful for the drink. Something told me that around these men—including the sixteen abs that were visible—I’d need something to keep my throat from drying up.
Once we were settled, Reid cleared his throat and spoke in a businesslike manner. “Jackson showed us your work, Penny, and we were impressed.”
For a long moment, I just stared at him. Then horror filled me and I felt faint. They’d seen my sketch? Jackson must’ve taken a picture when he’d held up his phone for light. I wanted to sink under the table. These three men were strangers, they wanted to talk to me about a job, and they’d seen a drawing I made of their brother’s cock.
It was so surreal and mortifying that I half wondered if I was back on my sofa having a very vivid and bizarre nightmare.
Jackson was giving me a strange look. “Don’t worry, they liked what they saw.”
I looked from one handsome face to the next. Why did they all seem eager to talk about a sketch of their naked brother?
“I especially liked the unboxing videos,” Hunter said with a knowing gleam in his eye.
Huh?
I’d never made an unboxing video, but I’d filmed Lila a bunch of times opening up the tech toys—both naughty and nice—that various companies sent me.
And then it hit me. They’d seen the videos I filmed and posted online for Lila—not my sketch.