Free Jacks: BBW Billionaire Menage Romance (Billionaire Brothers, II Book 1) by Meg Watson Page A

phone microphone with my hand cupped around my mouth, “ I am in their hotel room! "
    A pause.
    “They? As in, both of them?”
    “Oh my God!” I moaned. I stared at my face in the enormous mirror, trying to see if I looked as crazy as I felt. But no, I had to admit I actually still looked pretty great. It's amazing how appearances can deceive.
    “Well, that does change things.”
    “Thank you! I can be downstairs in five minutes…”
    “No, girl, I mean grab me some of those oatmeal soaps they got there in the bathroom. I love those things!”
    “Melita!” I whined as loudly as I could without risking the Jacks hearing me in the next room.
    “Brienne, you are bringing new meaning to the phrase ‘getting right back on the horse.’”
    I shook my head, knuckling my forehead. How did I get here? Being with them was like a drug. I was not myself. The whole thing had been my idea, and I loved the way Owen’s eyes lit up when I coyly suggested we get a private room to continue talking.
    As we strolled down the hallways together I felt pleasantly tipsy, but when Lyle smirked and opened the penthouse door with the key card he produced from his tuxedo breast pocket, suddenly I was as sober as I ever had been in my life. What had I just talked myself into?
    Excusing myself to the bathroom to freshen up or whatever it is ladies are supposed to do in the bathroom, I honestly thought making a getaway was a possibility. But then again, I had to admit I was curious about the experiences that lay just behind that door.
    “Just tell me one thing,” she said. “Are you absolutely sure this is something you don't want to do?”
    "Well… No," I said, the truth of the word ringing in my ears.
    "Well, good, because I couldn't come get you anyway.”
    “What are you — oh my gosh, are you still with the cowboy?”
    “Like a bronco buster!”
    “Um, okay, wow.”
    “Yeah, wow is right,” she agreed breathlessly.
    "Does that mean your date was a success?” I asked as I slowly turned off one of the taps with trembling fingers.
    I could hear the excitement in her rushed words. “Let me just ask you: do you believe in love at first sight?”
    I stood up straight in the bathroom. Do I? I was not sure I believed in love at all anymore. But I couldn't say that.
    “Hmm — I totally think that's possible,” I lied.
    “Oh my gosh, Brienne, I am so glad to hear you say that. It's like… It's like a goddamn country song is what it's like. He opens doors for me and says ma'am like a proper cowboy and everything!”
    I swallowed hard. “Melita, that is so awesome —”
    “Oh, girl, I gotta go!”
    My eyes burned like I wanted to cry. What was wrong with me?
    “Go go go!”
    “Okay love you bye!” she said in a loud whisper.
    And the call disconnected. I was left standing there with one tap still running in the cold, echoing bathroom. What was I going to do?
    You could go in there and admit this was all a big mistake. You got carried away. You’re not the woman they think you are. You’re just Brienne.
    But as soon as I crossed the threshold back into the other room I turned on like a light. Owen and Lyle both froze in mid-gesture and swiveled their heads toward me as I swished my satin dress a few steps toward the small, reflective table and dropped my handbag on it. The way they looked at me, it was so easy to slide right back into the role I had been playing all day. I felt a million times better than I had just moments ago, and all that doubt and fear seemed to evaporate.
    “Thirsty?" Owen purred as his eyes swept me like a searchlight from top to bottom and shoulder to shoulder.
    “I would love some water, thank you."
    “You were really magnificent tonight,” Lyle said. “I am certainly glad you were on our team. You would have crushed us if we had been competing against you."
    I shrugged just one shoulder, delighting in the way his eyes hungrily tracked that movement. They really didn’t hold back. Then again,