Chapter 13

Several days have passed without so much as a word or sighting of either Xavier or Nicholas, by Adriana and damn her traitorous heart, she couldn’t stop thinking about either of them. It was like the twin princes have fallen off the face of the earth, or have found someone much more amusing to spend their time with, someone with blue blood unlike her.

She couldn’t stop the flare of jealousy that hit her, every time she thought of either of them having their hands on someone else, someone who wasn’t her.

It was hypocritical of her to think like this, especially since she had feelings for the both of them but she couldn’t help herself, she was falling in deep, and had no id Several ea how to stop herself.

It also didn’t help that they both took it upon themselves to send her flowers every single morning, making it impossible to not think of them.

Also, she had no idea how Miss Lucy found out about her trysts with the princes but somehow, she did. And now, her job was on the line.

Miss Lucy had warned her sternly of what the consequences would be, should she break the contract again. She should he happy that Miss Lucy hadn’t fired her on the spot and sent her packing, and keep her head down, do what she was paid to do and forget all about the princes but she just couldn’t. It was a huge opportunity, working for royalty as a nobody fashion designer, and it would look great on her résumé should she seek work elsewhere so she shouldn’t ruin it but it was a little too late for that.

She should focus on her work and forget about both Nicholas and Xavier, forget about their time together, and stop thinking about them. No matter how hot they were, how delicious their kisses were, she just had to stop thinking about them. Except they were making it harder and harder to forget them. Especially now, when she stepped into her workshop and found a bouquet of flower on her desk.

Tucked within the bouquet was a black card, with a messy scrawl in gold ink, reading;

Have dinner with us, tonight.

~Xavier, and Nicholas.

She almost swooned on the spot, as she sniffed the card, scenting both of their colognes on it. Had they sprayed their colognes on the card? It seemed more likely to be Xavier, just like she could tell that it was him who wrote the note.

The ringing of her phone jolted her out of her daydream, making her drop the card on the floor.

“Hello?” she answered cautiously, since the call was from an unknown number.

“What are you wearing?” the caller rasped, making her jump. Xavier.

Oh, how she missed the sound of his voice. She had no idea she had missed him this much until now, hearing his voice on the phone.

“Why?” she pretended to be haughty, her stomach flip-flopping. “Are you dirty dialing me Your highness?”

“And if I said I were?”

“I’d say it’s rather unbecoming of you, Xavi. It’s more Nicholas’ style, and not yours.”

Oh god, could she sound any more needier? What was wrong with her? Why was she flirting with him? She could get in a whole load of trouble.

“And what’s my style?”

“Slow seduction,” she uttered without preamble.

He laughed a deep, filthy chuckle and a desire to smooth her hands across his chest flickered through her. “Did you like the flowers?”

“Yes,” she answered, smoothing a hand over her neck. “They’re lovely.”

“And?” he prompted.

“And nothing.”

“Ana,” he warned. “Have dinner with us.”

“I can…”

“Don’t say you can’t. Indulge us, this once. If you don’t like it, you can leave. There’s no pressure. There’s something between the three of us, and Nicholas and I want to explore it. If you give us a chance.”

Could she really do this? Was she going to do this? After everything she had said and done to keep away from them? Was she going to jeopardize her future.

“Adriana, please.”

She shut her eyes, enjoying the plea in Xavier’s voice with vain satisfaction, feeling like she wasn’t the only one being tortured by their absence.

“I’m not going to have sex with either of you,” she said, wanting to smack herself for even thinking about agreeing to the preposterous dinner.

“Maybe, maybe not, but I promise, you’ll have no pressure from me on that score. We both have to eat, after all. We can fuck later if that’s what you want to do.” It was Nicholas’ voice that filtered through the phone this time around.

She wanted to hang up the phone on him. He was so arrogant, but his complete confidence drew her in instead of pushing her away, as if it could shield her from more hurt rather than expose her to it. She knew that agreeing to this dinner was a recipe for disaster but for the life of her, she couldn’t stop herself from yearning to be with them one more time, even if it was just for today.

“Just dinner?” she heard herself asking.

“For now,” Xavier replied, smug as all hell, as if he knew something she didn’t.

“Okay,” she agreed, knowing that there was no coming back from this. If she was lighting up her future on metaphorical fire, then at least one more night with the two princes was worth it.

“I’ll send a car to pick you up,” Nicholas uttered, before hanging up the call.

She dropped her phone on the desk, and breathed in slowly, taking in the workshop and the array of equipment lining it up, as if it would be for the last time.

There was no telling if she would be back here again, if Miss Lucy found out about her going out to meet with the princes but she couldn’t stop herself from saying yes, more than she could stop herself from falling in love with them. There, she said it. She was in love with the princes and if she were asked to choose between them, she knew that she would have to let them both go because it would be a cold day in hell, before she chose one over the other. For her, they were both a package deal. It was either all or nothing.

Deciding to torture them all a bit, she picked a mini red cocktail dress she had been playing around with, and began to pack up for the day. There wasn’t much work to be done, other than arrange the princes’ clothes and deliver them to their rooms. The thought of going into Nicholas’ domain excited her beyond doubt and she wondered what it would look like. Would the walls be monochrome with grey undertones or would they be as dark and serious as he was?

Shaking her head, to rid herself of the arousing thoughts that assaulted her, she focused her attention back on the dress, which highlighted her arousal even more, as she thought of what their reactions would be.

The front wrapped around to the back, or at least appeared as though it did, the ruched fabric accentuating her slim waist and the curve of her hips. It was mostly red satin, but it had glittery floral applique pieces sporadically spread across it. The deep V-neck in the front, combined with the fact that there was no back, made her feel overly exposed, yet equally sensual.

Yeah, she could already imagine the hungry looks on the princes’ face, when they saw her in it.

***

The car that they sent to pick her up stopped in front of the hotel she and Nicholas had first spent their night in.

A blush crept up her skin, as she stood in front of the hotel, in nothing but a pair of sky-high heels, a clutch and the too–short–and–exposed–to–be–considered–decent dress she was wearing. Thankfully, it was nighttime so there weren’t any stragglers, otherwise she would be royally screwed and not in the way that she wanted.

She hurried into the hotel, and pressed the button for the elevator, waiting in the nondescript but evidently luxurious lobby, and tried to resist the instinct to run as far and as fast as she could. Now that she was here, she was starting to remember what a bad idea it was, to dine with the princes.

When the elevator arrived, the doors opened and she just stood there, frozen to the spot. It was only when they started to close that she forced herself forward, propelled by anxiousness of what would and wouldn’t happen.

As the elevator climbed higher and higher, her stomach twisted tighter and tighter. When the door opened, she couldn’t have been more unprepared for what she saw.

Both Xavier and Nicholas were in formal suits, waiting for her. Their eyes traveled greedily over her body as they stepped forward as one, prompting her to press back into the wall of the elevator at the sight of them.

“Adriana,” Xavier greeted gently, his eyes soft as he extended his hand to her, ignoring the fact that she was hiding out in the elevator. “Thank you for joining us.”

Was it possible for a healthy twenty six year old woman to suffer heart palpitations?

Adriana was pretty fucking certain it was, considering she felt close to passing out at the sight of the guys standing there, undressing her with their eyes.

She had expected this reaction from them but what she hadn’t expected was the severity of it. It sent fire down her veins, making her almost stumble, but she was still rooted to her spot, in the elevator.

“Step out of the elevator Blue,” Nicholas rasped, reaching out a hand to grab her. She evaded his touch, her clutch dropping on the floor, its contents spilling.

“Adriana?” Xavier prodded gently, stretching out his hand to hold hers. “It’s okay.”

She clutched Xavier’s arm, and stepped out of the elevator, sucking in a breath at the sexual tension that gripped the three of them.

“Blue?” Nicholas called out, drawing her attention to him. “Bend down and pick your stuff up.”

Her throat tightened, arousal slithering through her body at his command. But she made no move to do as he bid.

“Ana,” Xavier uttered softly, brushing a finger over cheek.

“Yes?” she whispered, her voice barely more than a squeak.

“Do as Nick said.”

She swallowed, clenching her eyes shut. She knew why Nicholas had asked her to bend down, knew what both of them wanted to see.

The dress was too short, and if she were to bend down, her ass cheeks would be on display for the both of them.

She had worn this dress to tempt them but she hadn’t factor in the fact that the table would turn on her.

Sucking down a sharp breath, she tucked her legs together and began to squat down, but before she could, one of them was there, his hands on her elbows.

His scent hit her first, a mix of sandalwood and woodsy aftershave. It filled her nostrils, telling her without even looking that it was Nicholas.

“You don’t bend over like that now, do you?” he rasped hoarsely in her ear, and as he bumped his hips into her ass. She felt his hardness, felt his arousal, and it made her pussy melt even more.

She leaned forward at the waist, as Nicholas stepped back, revealing her ass to them.

“Spread your legs, Ana,” Xavier rasped, as Nicholas let out a groan.

She shuffled her feet a little wider apart and wasn’t altogether surprised when she saw a polished leather shoe step between her thighs.

When he reached down and grabbed her thong, dragging it up her ass crack, she yelped in surprise at the move. The wedgie hurt, but the way the fabric slipped between her pussy lips had her lips parting on a groan.

He kept a hand on the bottom half of her spine, pressing her down, and tracing a finger down the line of her sex.

There was no denying that she was turned the fuck on, as the finger moved up to her clit, patted it with the tip, then plucked itself beneath the gusset of her thong. The hand then proceeded to drag the fabric down, not stopping until it was past the tops of her thighs and then by her knees.

“Step out of the thong Blue,” Nicholas ordered.

She shivered as she did what he said, watching with half lidded eyes as he pocketed the thong into his pants’ pocket.

Her gaze returned to Xavier who stared back at her, his pupils blown out with desire. She had no idea what to say or do, to diffuse the tension between them.

When she had agreed to go to dinner with them, she had been so sure that sex would be out of the equation but now, after how Nicholas had acted, and played with her, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

Xavier’s thumb brushed over her cheekbone, her skin burning where he touched her. She expected him to kiss her and maybe fuck her right there but instead, he splayed a hand over her back and guided her towards the suite, Nicholas falling in step behind them.

Having them so close rendered her speechless, and incapable of acting in sound mind. She had expected them to make a move at her tonight, but never like this.

What had she gotten herself into, by agreeing to this dinner?

“We’ve arranged for dinner to be set up, and don’t worry, we won’t fuck you until you need us to,” Xavier uttered, kissing the side of her head.

Us? She squeaked. Were they going to fuck her, together?