I was seriously debating tickling Cole as his hand landed on my inner thigh and his fingers started stroking softly when a woman in her mid-thirties sauntered up to our table. She had sleek, long black hair, golden eyes, plump pink lips, bronze smooth skin, and a body that was playboy worthy. She stood between Stash and Peter, holding the back of each of their chairs and bent down. Her chest was fully on display in her low cut navy blue evening gown that was simple and elegant and sexy as heck. Stash and Peter turned to her, and their gazes got trapped of her overabundance of cleavage. Much like the rest of the table. Even I couldn’t look away for a moment. There was just so much skin on display.
The table fell silent as she asked Stash, “Have you had a chance to speak with your colleagues about meeting with us this evening?”
At the sound of her voice I snapped out of my trance and glanced at Cole and Brent. Their gazes were stuck on the mounds of flesh across the table. My eyes narrowed. I wasn’t real fond of them ogling another woman’s chest, even if so much of it was put right out there in front of them.
Stash gulped and nodded, speaking distractedly. “Yes. We plan on meeting with your company tonight.”
Brent blinked slowly. He paused. Stilled. And abruptly, his head whipped toward me.
I glared.
Cole came around a few seconds later. Blue eyes cleared as if they were clouded. Just as rapidly, his head snapped in my direction.
I still glared, not looking at them.
Both leaned in to say something and I shot out two pointed fingers. They landed smack dab in the middle of their hard chests. Using my pointers, I pushed against them until they were sitting upright again. Then I crossed my arms and glowered at the beautiful woman in front of me. I could feel Brent and Cole staring at me – nowhere near peeking at the other woman, but I still didn’t glance at them. They were officially in the dog house. Not for long, of course, because really, the woman had an amazing rack that she was putting on display to trap everyone’s gaze. Even Chloe, who’s straight, was still staring at the woman’s breasts. It really couldn’t be helped. But, they needed to know that I wasn’t going to put up with that kind of crap. Hypocritical, probably, since I still hadn’t picked between them, but it didn’t change how I felt.
I glanced down at my own cleavage. Yeah, not so impressive when you were saw the Rocky Mountains in front of us. Heck, I even think hers were real which was darn extraordinary. She was like every man’s wet dream come to life. I glowered harder, missing just about their entire conversation to my own inner musings.
“Yes, we’re through eating,” Zane stated in a low gravelly voice. He was caught, too.
“Wonderful,” she sighed, straightening with a spring in her motions, making her breasts bounce right along with her. “This is so fortunate! We’re needing to leave soon to get a good night’s rest before our flight and Park Technology’s has been dying to meet me you. We’ve heard such amazing things about you.” Her breasts didn’t stop moving until after her “suck-up” speech.
I could have sworn I heard Bas moan from my right.
I’m pretty sure my eyes were mere slits by this point. Luckily, Brent and Cole were still watching anywhere but her.
“Well, shall we?” Peter asked the group, not glancing away from her.
“Yes. We’d better go since they need to leave.” Zane stood up placing his napkin on the table.
Peter, Bas, Stash, and Chloe stood up and pushed their chairs in. Brent and Cole didn’t move.
Even though I was ticked, I wasn’t without a thought for their business. I sighed and finally looked at them. Their eyes were glued to me like their lives depended on it. That made me feel a smidge better.
Cole leaned in close, placing an arm on the table so his back was to Playboy. He whispered, “She’s got nothing on you, sweetheart.”
I snorted. “She’s got at least fifteen more pounds on me in a certain area.”
Brent leaned in and kissed my temple. “Any more than a handfuls a waist, darlin’.” His eyes travelled to my small-in-comparison-to-Playboy’s cleavage. “And yours fill my hands just right.”
Cole grunted is apparent agreement.
I sighed. “You two had better go, too.”
Both nodded slowly, knowing they had business to attend to. They kissed me, one then the other, and stood. They straightened their tuxes after pushing in their chairs. I could practically see them switching to business-mode.
Brent stated, “Stay with Ally and Sam while were gone.”
I nodded. No one would be here to watch over me. They were thinking the big bad wolf might come and storm the party. I just barely stopped myself from rolling my eyes.
It must have shown, though, because their eyes hardened and Cole ordered, “We mean it. Stay close to them. We won’t be gone long, but I don’t want you wandering off somewhere alone.”
I crossed my heart with my fingers and smiled sweetly, nodding like a simpleton.
Their eyes glinted with intent at my obvious show of defiance, but Playboy asked Brent and Cole, “Are you two coming? I know my boss wants to speak with the whole group.”
I didn’t bother looking in her direction. I had already seen enough of her.
