This man was polished and professional. He didn’t have the edge of danger that his younger brother did.
“I should tell you,” he said, “if there’s an award for most creative seduction attempt, they should name it after you.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Breaking into my house so you can dance in your underwear? That’s a new one. I assume this is because of theForbeslist? It’s not even out yet.”
“What?”
It triggered an alert that I was standing in front of Jason’s brother without pants on. I scanned around for something to cover up with, but that was abandoned when I spotted Jason. His hair was damp, and he wore only jeans and a focused look as he barreled toward me.
“Jason—” I tried to warn, but he came too fast, not noticing we weren’t alone.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you.” He slid one hand inside the back of my panties and squeezed while he kissed me, silencing my protest.
“Oh, I see,” Shawn said.
Jason’s embrace was gone as he whirled to face the voice he assumed was a threat and then blinked with recognition. He stepped in front of me, trying to shield me from view.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Me?” Shawn made a face. “This is my place. I’d ask you what the fuck areyoudoing here, but I think I know the answer.”
“It’s not like that.”
“If you and your girlfriend want to hang out here, that’s fine. But you could have let me know. Or asked.”
“She’s not my?—”
Oh, wow.How was he going to explain what we were, especially when we had no idea ourselves?
“You’re right,” Jason said. “I should have asked.”
Shawn’s face softened like his irritation was gone. He said something, a long sentence in a language I didn’t know, and it took a moment to place. German. It sounded like he’d asked Jason a question.
Jason sighed and answered in the same language.
“You speak German?” I asked.
“HeisGerman.” Shawn was dubious and maybe a little offended. “She doesn’t know?”
Annoyance rolled off the younger man. “No,” he said. “You’re German. I’m American.”
Then Shawn said something else in German which got him even more worked up.
“I’m not embarrassed about it.” Jason’s tone was clipped. “But people act differently when they know. You wouldn’t understand.”
“Yes, because I don’t understand anything you do.” The taller, older Dunn didn’t say it like he was trying to be mean. It came out sounding like he was indifferent about it.
“What are we talking about?” I asked, giving both men a hard look.
Jason rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. “Maybe you should put some clothes on first.”
“You don’t have to do that on my account,” Shawn quipped, drawing a glare from his brother.
I wanted to know what was going on, but the desire to be decent was stronger. I turned and started toward the bedroom?—
“Wait a minute.” Shawn’s face went dark and authoritative, a scary version that showed he could, in fact, look just as dangerous as his brother when needed. “What the hell happened to you?”
