Both of them sent her hormones into overdrive. Two best friends. One with short blond hair, one with shoulder-length dark brown. One with a husky build, one a runner's lean build. One with chocolate eyes, one with piercing green eyes.

Nathan Turner and Andre D'Amato.

Michelle Cooper told her overactive hormones to behave so she could finish the interview. She was in charge of hiring new escorts for Coopers' Companions, the business she and her brothers owned. Normally wrapped up in spreadsheets and flower bulbs, she'd taken over the job while her older brother, Brent, recuperated from a nasty bout of bronchitis. She would've passed the job along to her oldest brother, Zach, but he'd left five days ago on his honeymoon and wasn't due back for two more weeks.

Brent getting sick at the same time as they'd advertised for more escorts was rotten timing.

Gathering her courage, Michelle sat up straighter in her chair. Despite wanting to drool, she had to present a professional image. "I'm going to tell you what Coopers' Companions expects, then I want y'all to answer some questions. Agreed?"

Both men nodded.

"Good." Michelle interlocked her fingers and rested her hands on the desk. "Coopers' Companions is an escort service. We hire men to escort women to dinners, business functions, parties...wherever they might need to go. Our employees are companions. They are not prostitutes. We do not hire men who are simply looking for easy sex. If that's why you're here, we have no reason to continue this conversation."

She looked from one man to the other. They both remained silent. Taking that as a sign that they were still interested in the job, she continued. "Whatever you do on your own time is your business. If a client decides she wants to spend more time with you after her business function, that's entirely up to you. Our escorts do not make the first move. It is totally up to the woman if she wants a more...intimate ending to the evening. Many of our clients are in their fifties and sixties, divorced or widowed, with high paying, executive positions. They only want an escort, nothing more."

Once again, she looked from one man to the other. She still held their attention. "Other women may ask you for sex. Again, that is up to you. As long as you are courteous, charming, and attentive to our clients, you need not take the evening any further than you wish. Our clients hire our escorts knowing all the rules. A woman will not be angry should you decline her offer for sex. If she did become angry, she would never be able to use our services again."

"But if we accept," Andre said, "that is not against your rules."

The sound of his accented voice sent a shiver down her spine and straight to her clit. Italian perhaps? Or maybe Greek. Combined with that gorgeous mane of dark hair and piercing green eyes, it made her want to lie down and spread her legs.

Damn David for breaking up with her last month. She hadn't wanted to move in with him. That wasn't a reason for him to break up with her, not in her book. She'd gotten used to regular sex. Finding another lover wouldn't be easy with her busy work schedule.

She again told her randy hormones to behave as she shook her head. "Your evenings are your own after you've fulfilled your obligation as an escort."

"Is there a rule about tips?" Nathan asked. "Are they offered, and if so, do we accept or decline?"

"Yes, the women often tip, Nathan, and they're very generous. Anything you make on top of your fee is yours."

Michelle pushed her hair behind her ears. "Those are the most important rules, and they're set in stone. Any questions?"

They shook their heads.

"I have a question. Why do y'all want to work for Coopers' Companions?"

"We have recently moved to Fort Worth from Chicago," Andre said. "We did not want to experience another snowy winter. Nathan and I have been friends for years and wish to work at something together. He saw your ad in the newspaper. It sounded like something we would enjoy." A teasing smile turned up his lips. "What man would not enjoy spending an evening with a lovely woman?"

Michelle melted. Everything inside her turned to liquid when Andre smiled.

If his smile affected her so strongly, she wondered how she'd feel if he kissed her.

"I agree with Andre," Nathan said. "We both enjoy the company of women. Being an escort seems like a natural job for us."

"You sound like my brother Zach. He believes every woman is beautiful in her own way."

"Your brother is an intelligent man," Nathan said, also smiling.

Ohmigod, his smile is as sexy as Andre's. Life simply isn't fair.

An image flashed through her head. All three of them naked and sweaty, writhing on her bed. Or on the floor. Either place would be fine. Nathan sucked her nipples and played with her clit while Andre licked her anus.

Mmm, nice fantasy.

But one that wouldn't come true. She didn't believe in mixing business with pleasure. It wasn't easy. There were some seriously hot guys working for Coopers' Companions. A healthy young woman couldn't help but be affected by all the testosterone in the air.

Besides, she'd never been involved in a ménage a trois. It sounded like fun when she read about one in a book, especially when it included double penetration. In real life, she wasn't sure how all the body parts...fit.

Michelle cleared her throat. "As for your salary, the client pays for the evening with her credit card when she calls in to hire one of our men. I write out paychecks on Monday. You'll receive a set fee for each woman you escort. I start all new escorts at our lowest fee, but that can rise quickly depending on how many clients you take out and their comments. Happy customers mean more money in your pocket. Courtesy has built our reputation. We won't accept an escort hurting or disappointing a client. Too many complaints and you're unemployed."

Nathan nodded. "We understand."

She looked from one man to the other. The women would be fighting each other to get hold of these two.

A trickle of jealousy crawled up her spine. How silly. Michelle had never become involved with one of the escorts and never would. As the only woman in the business and with twenty men working for her, she couldn't take the chance of any of them believing she was showing favoritism to one man.

Or two.

"So, any questions?" she asked.

"Just one," Nathan said. "When do we start?"

"I'm willing to set up a couple of dates and see how things work out. Is that acceptable?"

"That's fine with me." Nathan looked at his friend. "How about you, Andre?"

"A trial is acceptable to me also."

Michelle smiled. "Great. I try to give my escorts plenty of notice so they can plan their schedules, but last minute things pop up." She looked back at their applications. "You both have cell phones. Good." She placed their applications into a folder and stood. "I'll show you around the house. My brothers remodeled it. They tore out the wall between the kitchen and dining room and made a large meeting room."

Leading the way, Michelle walked down the short hall and into the meeting room. An oval oak table surrounded by twelve chairs sat in the middle of the room. "We rarely have all the escorts here at one time, but I have folding chairs if there are more than twelve." She gestured toward a large calendar on the wall. "If there's a particular day you need off, you write it here on the calendar. If you don't request a day off, I'll assume you're available and schedule you if you're needed. The weekends are naturally our busiest times. I ask my escorts to be available Friday and Saturday if at all possible."

No arguments. Michelle didn't think she'd ever interviewed two more agreeable men.

"This," she said, touching a wooden organizer hanging on the wall by the calendar, "is the message center. Each of my guys has his own cubbyhole. I'll put phone messages here, your paychecks, anything that is yours. If you're busy on Monday, your check will be here when you do come in. I've never had anyone take anything that didn't belong to him."

"You're lucky," Andre said.

"I have good guys working for me."

Standing this close to them, Michelle caught a whiff of woodsy cologne. She didn't know if Nathan wore it or Andre. Or perhaps both. The scent wasn't overpowering, but enticing.

Damn you, David.

"Well, if there aren't any other questions, we're done. As soon as I get proof of your physicals, I'll set each of you up with a client."

Andre took her hand and kissed the back. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Michelle. I look forward to a long and satisfying relationship with you."

Michelle had to concentrate to keep her eyes from crossing. Gorgeous, a sexy accent, and old-world manners. A woman couldn't ask for more.

She looked at Nathan. He winked at her. Well, okay, he'd work, too.

Clearing her throat, she gently pulled her hand away from Andre. "I'll call as soon as I arrange a date."

* * * * *

"So what do you think?" Nathan asked once he and Andre were in his SUV.

"I think she's gorgeous."

"That's a given. I mean about the job. What do you think about fucking some woman as part of your job?"

"Michelle said not every evening ends with sex. I believe that's true. Besides, it's no different than meeting a woman in a bar and taking her home."

"I guess."

Andre shifted in his seat and faced Nathan. "We've already decided this is what we need to do. The pay is good. Working in the evening will give us time during the day for your photography and my writing."

Nathan started the ignition and turned on the air conditioner. "It's a lot different here than in Chicago. The climate, the people, the way they talk."

Andre smiled. "Ah, yes. I love her accent."

"You're one to talk about an accent. You left Italy when you were fifteen. Poured it on a bit thick, didn't you?"

"I wanted to charm her."

"You did. She was drooling."

He shrugged. "American women are suckers for a foreign accent. And I'd say she was drooling over you too. I saw the way she kept looking at your chest."

Grinning, Nathan ran his hand over his chest and stomach. "She recognized prime when she saw it."

"Mmm, yes."

Nathan's grin faded. He watched his friend's gaze travel over his shoulders, his chest, and down his stomach to his groin.

Andre licked his bottom lip. "Prime indeed."

Nathan's cock responded to the heat in Andre's eyes. It only took one look, one touch, for Nathan to get hard. "Don't start something you aren't going to finish."

Andre's gaze snapped back to his face. "Who says I'm not going to finish?"

Suppressing a groan, Nathan put the gear shift into Drive and pulled away from Coopers' Companions. "We can't do anything while I'm behind the wheel."

"I remember a few times when I've sucked you off while you were driving."

Nathan couldn't suppress the groan this time. He clearly recalled Andre's warm lips wrapped around his cock, his tongue tickling the slit. He'd loved it. The chance that they could've been seen at any time had only made it more exciting.

The few times Andre had sucked him off in a vehicle, they'd been on less populated roads. Driving down an interstate at seventy miles an hour was not the place for a blow job.

"Hold that thought until later, okay? We have to meet the real estate agent in twenty minutes."

"Twenty minutes is plenty of time." Andre slid his hand between Nathan's thighs and caressed his balls. "I haven't had your cock down my throat in almost two weeks."

Between the move from Chicago, getting settled into an apartment, and looking for a house to buy, sex had ended up at the bottom of the to-do list. Nathan's cock was reminding him of that fact, growing longer and harder with Andre's stroking. He lifted his hips so Andre's hand could slide farther between his thighs.

"Yeah, that's the way," Andre said, his voice husky. He lowered the zipper on Nathan's jeans. "You know you want my mouth on you."

Nathan never bothered with underwear, so it only took Andre a moment to pull his shaft through the zipper's opening. He tensed, waiting for the first swipe of his lover's tongue.

It came across the crown...warm, wet, with a promise of more. Nathan lifted his hips higher. Concentrating on driving had never been more difficult. He'd rather drive his cock all the way down Andre's throat.

"Take it," he rasped, holding the back of Andre's neck. "You wanted it. Take it all."

Nathan gripped the steering wheel to keep the SUV in the lane when Andre slid his lips all the way down Nathan's hard flesh. He knew this was insane. The last thing he wanted to do was cause an accident and possibly hurt someone. He had to stop Andre before...

His lover began sucking hard.

"Aw, shit!"

Nathan's need was too strong to stop Andre now. Taking the next exit off the freeway, he pulled into the parking lot of a large warehouse store. He threw the SUV into Park, grabbed Andre's head and began fucking his mouth.

Four years together had taught Nathan exactly what Andre liked, and vice versa. Nathan closed his eyes and leaned his head back, absorbing the warmth of Andre's mouth. His lover knew how to drag out the pleasure, or to quickly bring him to a climax. Two weeks of abstinence meant Nathan's orgasm wouldn't take long, no matter what Andre did.

It built in his balls, whooshed up and down his spine, and exploded out the end of his cock.

Nathan had to wait for his heart to stop pounding in his temples before he could open his eyes. He watched Andre lick the last drop of cum from the slit before he sat back in his seat. A smug smile crossed his lips.

"Delicious as always."

Nathan barked out a laugh. "Shit, man, you're trying to kill both of us."

"I didn't hear you complaining."

Scraping one hand through his short hair, Nathan glanced down at Andre's crotch. The outline of his hard cock was all too apparent. "What about you?"

Andre pressed his hand against his fly. "You can take care of me later. For now, we have five minutes to get to the real estate office."

"Right." Nathan stuffed his softening cock back inside his jeans and zipped them. "Let's go find a house."

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