Free Rendezvous with Royalty (Billionaire, MMF, BBW Erotic Romance) (Delilah Donahue) by Olivia Winsley Page B

royal heritage. I knew them from photos provided to me by Mr. Triton, but the glossy little squares did them no justice. Sebastian was the taller of the pair and the elder, having turned thirty just a month prior. His hair was a dark, golden-blonde, groomed back and cut stylishly above his collar. His eyes sparkled bright blue even from across the crowded ballroom. His skin was pale yet held a healthy, radiant glow. The tux he wore was accented with a dark blue kerchief poking from his pocket and the silver watch on his wrist must have been worth thousands.
    Frederick de Wit was a hair shorter and would be turning twenty-eight in a few weeks. His hair, in contrast to his brother’ s, was dark and a bit long, hanging mischievously into his eyes which were a darker shade of blue than Sebastian’s cerulean orbs. His skin was smooth and pale, his shoulders broad. The kerchief in his pocket was a shimmery gray-silver instead of blue.
    I couldn’t help but stare. Even as I approached the pair, weaving in and out of beaming guests and busy staff, I kept my eyes glued to their alluring forms. They were quickly gathering a circle o f admirers, many of whom were women who had come with other well-to-do men, but who could blame them from straying to say hello to the handsome brothers? I powered my way through this mass of beauties and approached the de Wits with the best confident smile I could muster.
    “ Good evening, Mr.  de Wit.” I bowed lightly toward Sebastian before turning to Frederick. “My name is Delilah Donahue, and I’ll be your personal escort for the evening, as per Mr. Triton’s wishes.”
    Frederick beamed brightly at my introduction, flashing a gleaming set of perfectly straight, white teeth. He bowed back good-naturedly and Sebastian merely nodded his head with a slight, closed smile.
    “We have been informed of your service by Mr. Triton already,” Frederick’s voice came out low and dark like melting chocolate. “but he failed to mention how utterly stunning you would be.”
    I couldn’t help the girlish giggle that escaped me as the younger brother’s eyes swept my form up and down. The gaggle of women around us seemed displeased by the sudden preoccupatio n with the lowly assistant girl, but I tuned out their clicking tongues and narrowed eyes. I knew Frederick was merely being the gentleman he’d been trained from birth to be, but the compliment still caused a swell of warmth and appreciation within me.
    “You’re too kind, Mr. de Wit.” I smiled sheepishly.
    “Oh, call me Frederick, please.” He held out a hand, palm up, inviting me to reach out as well. His accent was soothing but not as prominent as I’d expected. I supposed the brothers had had their fair share of English meetings and political associations to become fairly well-spoken in more than just their native tongue.
    I laid my hand gently on his and felt sparks of electric desire course through my skin where we touched. He lifted my hand to his lips and brushed them sensually across the back, his deep ocean eyes never leaving mine. This man sure knew his way around women, I thought as I nearly melted from his heated gaze. When he released my hand, I was surprised to find Sebastian stepping in. Unlike his brother, Sebastian grabbed my hand himself and brought it up for a kiss, no playful smile, no exchange of pleasantries. His light eyes were smoldering in a way I had never seen in a man before and I immediately recognized the dichotomy between the two brothers. Where Frederick was mirthful and teasing, Sebastian was reserved and intense. Still, Sebastian’s cool touch lit the same flame within me as Frederick’s warmer caress. I quickly lost sight of the world around me as I took in their forms once more and felt the heat begin to gather in my delicate folds. I quickly squashed the feeling, knowing I was being absurd. To humor any sort of notion that I could have these two gods among men was insanity, but I would drink in every