Inside Heat by Roz Lee Page A

door that led to somewhere. There was an indoor pool and a den that resembled the man-caves she’d seen on television. In each room, the brothers went into great detail about what they wanted to do to her in them. They pointed out the various surfaces they would take her on, under, against, and in some cases went so far as to position her just so. She felt like a ragdoll, being bent and shaped to their will, then one would pull her close and hold her as if she were a cherished toy.
    Was that all she would be? A toy? Something to play with until they tired of her, or found someone else?
    The entire upstairs was one great master suite, complete with three bedrooms connected like the spokes of a wheel by a sitting room in the center. There were two enormous bathrooms, one on either side of the rooms the brothers occupied. The third bedroom had its own bathroom and a closet roughly the size of Megan’s entire apartment.
    “This would be your room. We haven’t decorated it, so you could design it however you want it,” Jeff said.
    “Why don’t you try the bed?” Jason said. “It’s the biggest of the bunch. We had it specially made to accommodate three people.”
    The enormous four-poster bed would have dwarfed any other room, but this one was big enough to hold it, and then some. Standing in the room, flanked by Jeff and Jason, it suddenly hit Megan. This was real. They actually wanted to do this, had planned to do this. It was too much to wrap her head around. Why her? Why now? Had someone else occupied this room previously? As if she’d voiced her innermost thoughts, Jeff answered.
    “We had the house built when we first came to play for the Mustangs. This room has been empty the entire time. You’re the first person to see it, other than the housekeeper. She keeps it dusted. We’ll have to buy some stuff for the bathroom too.”
    “Why?” she asked, turning to face them. She preferred to look at them rather than the giant bed. “Why me? Why now?”
    They shrugged matching broad shoulders like two kids, and then they answered in unison. “Because we want you.”
    Megan laughed at their response, and the absurdity of the situation. “I can’t believe this. I don’t know what to say.” She half turned to look at the bedroom again, then turned back to the matched set watching her. It was absurd, but she missed their touch now that they were back to discussing the situation as if it was a business deal. “I have a life, a good life. I have a job. I can’t move in here and become…what? Your sex slave?” She cursed her fair skin, knowing it was now an unbecoming shade of crimson.
    “No, that isn’t what we want,” Jason said. “We aren’t asking you to give up your life or your job.”
    “Megan,” Jeff said, drawing her attention. “When’s your next day off?”
    “Tomorrow. Why?”
    “We have a game tonight, and another tomorrow afternoon. Let us send a car for you tonight when you get off work. Come spend the night with us.”
    “We won’t pressure you into our bed,” Jason added. “But don’t walk away from the possibility that this could be something special. Jeff and I,” he glanced at his brother, then back to her, “we haven’t felt this instant attraction for the same woman in a long time. And we think you feel it too. It’s hard to explain, but we’ve waited to find the right person, and we think you’re the one.”
    “We don’t want a slave, Megan,” Jeff said. “We want a partner, a lover. And not for just one night. Though, if you give yourself to us for one night and decide it doesn’t work for you, we’ll understand.”
    It was crazy. Or maybe she was crazy because she was beginning to consider…well, consider getting to know them, at least. She couldn’t deny the way her body reacted to their touch. Since she’d arrived, they’d touched her many times and she’d been putty in their hands.
    “Come back tonight. We’ll spend the morning together, then you can