Free MENAGE: Taken by the Billionaires (MMF New Adult Menage Billionaire Romance) (Billionaire New Adult Menage Humor Short Stories) by Julia Sparks Page B

pounding. I put on my best formal voice possible. “Anything I can assist you two with? Do you want more punch, or maybe some chips?”
    Goldsmith chuckled, his voice quite deep. “I can tell that you’re just putting on the staff show in order to talk to us. Relax, we won’t bite.”
    “Hard,” Pulley added, a sly smile on his face.
    “I heard a few people saying you guys were rude. Is that true?”
    Oh great, you blew it. You were always bad about holding your questions in.
    “Well, being a business owner, you have to be a bit assertive,” Pulley said. “I know these peoples’ game. They want to try to get connections from us while giving us nothing back. But we don’t play that. We believe that if you want something, you have to give us something in return. That’s capitalism in a nutshell.”
    I laughed. “The people can be a bit over-enthused,” I added. My cheeks reddened as I realized how awkward I was. Being my first time around someone famous, it was no wonder.
    “Indeed. In a few minutes, our obligation will be up. I think we’ll return to the hotel room afterwards. Tomorrow’s going to suck hard,” Goldsmith explained.
    “So are you two always together?” I asked.
    “Whenever possible,” Pulley replied. “We’re best friends before business owners, so we chill whenever we can. Our estate is even together. Since we live in one big house, we have plenty of privacy.”
    As they spoke, I avoided eye contact, but whenever I did look into their eyes, I noticed how piercing they were. I couldn’t tell if they were trying to undress me with them or not.
    “So why did you join staff?” Pulley asked.
    I turned to him. “My friend told me to. It’s been hectic, but fun.”
    Goldsmith sipped on his champagne. I could tell that he was getting a bit tipsy. “That’s good. I guess you’re here to unwind?”
    I nodded. “Yeah, but as you know, it’s kind of boring.”
    “What’s your name?” Goldsmith asked.
    “I’m Anna Mitchell,” I replied.
    A smile cascaded across Pulley’s face. “Why don’t you come to our room, Anna?” he asked. “We can help you unwind. Five star room.”
    I stood there, dumbfounded. These two men were actually inviting me to their room? Did I hear them right? I knew I should have said yes, but I stood there, unable of what to say.
    “You’re a cutie,” Goldsmith added. My cheeks grew so hot that I was surprised steam didn’t shoot from them. “And we need someone like you after this dull weekend.”
    “I don’t have any money,” I assured them.
    Pulley shook his head. “Hey, that doesn’t matter for us. Not that we need any more cash, anyway. We don’t do rich girls. They’re too snobby and think the world’s about them.”
    “Ethan dated the daughter of an oil tycoon one time. They broke up in less than a week,” Goldsmith replied.
    “So what do you say?” Pulley asked. “We have a TV as big as this room, a hot tub, a sauna, and anything else you desire.”
    Tears almost streamed down my face. I was normally not the girl who would go with someone after meeting them for a few minutes, but these were billionaires. And as much as I tried telling myself that I wasn’t shallow, in truth, I loved the idea of having two people buy me whatever I want. I felt like a princes already.
    “Sure thing,” I replied.
    Pulley took out a keycard and gave it to me. “You need this to access the VIP floor. We’re in room 2024. We’ll be waiting.”
    As the clock struck the hour, the two departed, leaving me with the keycard and a pair of underwear that needed to be dried.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Three
    It has to be a prank, the realist part of my mind told me. As I walked to the elevator, twiddling the card Pulley gave me, I realized that it could be a dud. He probably gave me a card that didn’t work because he wanted to play with some girl’s feelings. When I stepped in the elevator, I prepared myself for the disappointment.
    The convention center and