I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday. I'm sorry I'm posting this later than I would have liked, but I've been busy with two very excited little girls :) and up to my neck in Barbie and My Little Pony (pray for me) I will be breaking up the one shot over the next few chapters and delving a little deeper into that night and the weekend that followed. So if you read the one shot some things will seem familiar. I apololgize for the repetitiveness but it was impossible to leave it all out. I also want to thank all of those reviewing as guests, I can't reply to your reviews but they are greatly appreciated. Happy Reading...Its a long one!

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Chapter 4

Fiddling with his cufflink Paul glared at Jake, who was blissfully unaware of the evil eye he was getting. The guy was happy and smiling and it was grating on his last nerve. As much as he loved their success and money he hated the politics that went with it. The label of "Eccentric Recluse" was really starting to have some appeal.

"How long do we have to stay at this thing?" He all but growled getting his brothers attention.

"I don't know, at least through dinner and the presentations I'd assume. Why, you got a hot date I don't know about?" He teased knowing he was just pouring gas on an already smoldering fire.

"You got jokes? In case you've missed it I am not in the mood to deal with random people much less you and your sense of humor."

"Of course I haven't missed it, it makes it that much more fun to fuck with you. Get your head out of your ass for a minute and remember why we're doing this. Not for you. Not for me, but for Jared and Kim and Noah." Talk about laying on a guilt trip.

"I'm sorry and you're right. I don't know why I'm in such a bad mood, been a long day I guess."

"Its all good. And believe me there isn't anything wrong with you that a couple of Pappy's won't cure." Before Paul could agree with him a voice broke through the intercom of the limousine.

"Gentlemen, we're up in two."

Jacob pushed a button on the little control panel, "Thanks, Garret. Appreciate the heads up." Releasing the button he looked at Paul. "OK, Cinderella, time for the ball."

"Ha-Ha and fuck you." Paul said with a scowl. It was less than a five minutes later when the limo came to a stop and their driver opened the door. Paul followed Jake out of the car, fake smile dutifully plastered on his face. They stopped to pose for a few pictures and answer several reporters' questions and then they were tucked safely behind the Hotels doors.

The first hour was filled with tedious meet-n-greets. There were the normal investor types wanting advice and trying to network or finagle a future business opportunity. There were the masses of silicone filled, scantily dressed, money hungry women looking for their next husband or future sugar daddy, and then there were the rare few who actually cared about the cause the evening was supporting.

Paul was disgusted. Seattle's elite used events like these to one up each other. Who was wearing the latest fashion from the hottest new designer or whose jewels were bigger or cost the most and most importantly who had the best looking arm candy? The only benefit was that they even tried to one up each other in the donation department so the different charities were actually benefiting from all the pomp and circumstance.

"I need a drink." Jake said when they were finally left alone.

"Bar?" Paul asked wadding up the dozens of phone numbers he had received and dropping them on a nearby table.

"Bar." Jake answered. Turning on his heel he headed across the ballroom, his own wad of phone numbers finding a new home as he passed a trashcan. Once at the bar they settled in and waited for the bartender.

"Pappy's neat." Paul told the guy who then looked at Jake for his order.

"Pappy's on the rocks and keep em' coming." The bartender took the hundred-dollar bill Jake slid his way with a smile.

"Yes, Sir!" He answered pocketing the money and running to get their drinks. He was a smart man. He brought them two drinks each. After they slammed the first they resigned themselves to savoring the second bourbon instead of drinking it like a couple of uneducated frat boys. Turning around, they got comfortable.

"What do you think we should do about Cullen Construction?" Paul asked.

"Honestly?" At his brother's nod Jake continued. "I want out of it."

"Is that for business or personal reasons?" Paul asked even though he knew the answer.

"A little bit of both I think. Old Man Cullen isn't stupid and he has a good head for business—"

"But…" Paul encouraged.

"He fucked up when he put Edward in charge. The guys shady and has proven he isn't trustworthy."

"So this is about Bella."

"No, it really isn't. Well not her specifically. The guy was fucking her when she was supposedly with us and he knew it. We introduced them. What does that say about him?"

"That he took her up on her offer?" Paul had no doubts about who propositioned whom. Bella wasn't stupid; she knew Paul wasn't buying her innocent act and that her time with them was limited. She was going to latch onto the nearest sucker with a million in his pockets as fast as she could and Edward Cullen fit that role perfectly.

"I don't care if she offered herself up on a silver platter with roses coming out of her ass. He should have said no."

Edward was not only a greedy and selfish little prick, but he also had a strange obsession with Jared, Paul and Jake. He was a classmate of theirs at Stanford and had always been jealous of their unexpected success. Even more, he resented them for purchasing the shares that saved his fathers company. So stealing Bella would definitely give the guy a case of the evil villain giggles. Joke was on him, his wife was a bigger opportunist than he was and faithful was not a word in her dictionary. Then again, if rumors were true it wasn't in his either. A match made in heaven

Paul nodded in agreement. "Considering we own seventy percent of his company that wasn't a smart move on his part. Personal shit aside, we originally bought the shares to help Carlisle. Cullen construction is now in the black and they want to buy their shares back."

"They're barely in the black, and they can't afford them. I'm not taking a loss."

"Agreed. What do you suggest then?"

"I don't know." Jake said his good mood rapidly declining. "What do you think?"

"I think we should sell the shares to Volturi Construction." Paul said with a malicious gleam in his eye. His suggestion proving it was just as personal for him.

"Damn, that's cut-throat even for you." Selling the shares to Cullen Construction's biggest competition would guarantee a takeover. Cullen Construction would cease to exist. Not to mention the Volturi's would pay well over the stocks current value.

"Its good business. The Volturi brothers are a world—" All sound from Paul's mouth ceased to exist. Jake looked at his brother who was literally slack jawed and staring at something across the room. Or was it at someone? Following his line of sight Jake was hard pressed to keep his own mouth closed.

"Who is she?" Jake asked no one in particular. The woman had completely mesmerized both brothers and all she had done was walk in the room. Without a word Paul took out his phone.

"We need you." He barked at the Smartphone in his hand. Within seconds their PA was standing in front of them, a mocking smile on her pretty face. Like everyone else she was dressed in formal attire although her accessories included the ever-present earpiece and the iPad Air that was permanently attached to her left hand. Pushing her little black-rimmed glasses over her bright blue eyes she locked her gaze on Paul.

"You bellowed, My Lord." She said with more than a little sarcasm.

Paul just laughed. "And to think before you opened your mouth I was going to give you a raise for being so efficient. It's like you were just waiting for my bellow to come running."

"The raise I'll take but don't flatter yourself, I was on the other side of the bar getting a drink."

"She is a mouthy little thing, why did we hire her again?" Jake teased.

"I'm not sure, maybe we need to re-evaluate her position. She is getting a little big in the britches."

"Oh please, like any one else would be stupid enough to work for you two. I was the only one desperate enough to apply for the job in the first place remember?"

"We do, CeeCee, believe me, we do and we consider ourselves the worlds luckiest bastards having you around to answer our bellows. I was kidding about the raise but maybe its time you got another one. You really do put up with an awful lot of bullshit." Paul smiled down at their PA who he really did love like a little sister. She had been with them since almost the beginning and was as crucial to them as oxygen.

"Well, now that you're done stroking my ego what can I do for you?" Having momentarily forgotten about the woman, Paul searched the crowd. Finding she hadn't moved he pointed her out to CeeCee.

"Who is that woman? The one hiding behind the pillars, wearing the green dress?"

Her eyes landed on the lady in question and then she opened her tablet. After a few minutes of rapid finger slashing and typing she looked at Jake and Paul with a triumphant smile. "Her name is Leah Clearwater. She's twenty-four years old and a teacher at St. Michael's private school. She's here to give a presentation."

"Teacher huh? Is she single?" Jake asked licking his lips.

"How in the hell am I supposed to know that?"

"I don't know, Google it or whatever it is you do with that thing?" He said pointing to her tablet.

"What? No! I'm drawing the line at setting up your bootie calls. If you want to know more about her, be a man or in this case men and go talk to her yourselves. I swear to god technology is ruining romance. What ever happened to courting a woman? Getting to know her instead of expecting her to jump into your bed after a few lousy texts?" When both men gave her an odd look she blushed. "Sorry bout that, I may be a little bitter, but that doesn't mean I'm not right."

"No, don't apologize, you are right. We should talk to her." Paul said his mind struggling to remember how to court a woman. Had he ever? His brow cocked when CeeCee started talking with her hand over her earpiece.

"Hey G. Mr. and Mrs. C just arrived? Roger that. I have a lock on Jekyll and Hyde. I'll bring them over." Giving the glaring brother's a sweet smile she giggled. "Gentlemen, your table is ready."

"Jekyll and Hyde, huh?" Jake asked with a laugh. "Who's who?"

She looked at the scowling Paul and with a twinkle in her eye answered. "Who do you think?"

Jake burst out with a loud guffaw and Paul frowned. Ignoring the two of them he let his eyes linger on the brunette across the room. She was presenting a proposal so she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. That was good. It gave him time to figure out how to approach her.

Needing to talk to his brother Jake shooed CeeCee away with promises of finding their seats when they finished their drinks. "I see her and she is beyond beautiful, but what's going through that fat head of yours?"

"I want her." Paul deadpanned.

"That much is obvious, but this isn't your usual reaction to women. What's up?"

"She's different." He said in almost a whisper, his eyes following her as she moved through the room trying to find her seat.

"We don't know what she is, she could be a Bella for all we know." That got him a glare.

"Look at her Jake, really look at her. She doesn't belong here, she's like a diamond surrounded by a bunch of dirty rocks. She's innocent to all of this bullshit. She's real and pure or maybe untainted might be a better word."

"Wow! Talk about your poetic rants. I didn't know you had it in you, but I agree there is something unique about her. How do you want to do this? I don't exactly see an innocent teacher going for the shit we prefer and we still don't know if she's single."

"She's not wearing a ring." Paul observed she was walking even closer to the duo.

"You know that doesn't mean shit."

"I know, but if this happens with her it has to be both of us, or neither of us. Promise me. Both or neither." Jake had never seen his brother this worked up over a woman before, much less one they hadn't even talked to yet. He knew he had to proceed with caution.

"I promise. Now lets get to our table before CeeCee sends out a search party. We'll figure out what to do there." They both watched as Ms. Clearwater took her seat.

"And Jake…" Paul stopped him.

"Yeah?"

"We're taking her to the house." With those six words Paul walked away leaving Jake in a state of shock. He now realized just how serious Paul was.

That one sentence said it all.

~DC~

"If you all will excuse me." Leah whispered as she got up from the table. No one paid any attention to her departure. She had never felt more out of place in her life and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched; like everyone knew she was a fake.

The whole meal was a disaster; she couldn't even eat because she was so afraid of making some kind of mistake or worse spilling something on her dress. Not one single person spoke to her outside of several polite questions. It was like the minute they found out she was a teacher she became a pariah and the town "royalty" went out of their way to ignore her. Far be it for them to socialize with a middle class servant. She spent the hour and a half of dinner pushing her salmon around her plate.

The only positive of the evening was that the presentations had finally started and she could go home soon. But until then she really needed to find a place to get her shit together before she went up there and made an ass out of herself. Grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing waiter she downed it and headed to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, she took a deep breath and tried to squelch the nausea that was suddenly overwhelming her entire body. She was glad she didn't eat anything, she had never been this nervous in her life and vomiting was a definite possibility. She needed to get her anxiety under control and fast. Which was easier said than done when you were completely out of your element. She picked up a hand towel—yes, an actual towel, no paper towels or loud obnoxious air dryers for the rich and famous—and wet the corner with cold water. Pressing it to the back of her neck she tried to focus on everything but her stomach.

Looking around the opulent bathroom she couldn't stop her snort. It was ridiculous. The money spent in here alone could feed a third world country for a year. There were baskets with small toothbrush and mouthwash kits, trays with expensive perfumes and lotions that she could never afford and every kind of makeup and hair product imaginable. Everything was what you'd expect from a five hundred star hotel. She was amazed there wasn't an attendant there to wipe her ass.

This wasn't her, none of it. Leah Clearwater was a jean wearing, no make-up, ponytail kind of girl. Why in the fuck was she here? Oh yeah, her kids. She was here for them.

Every year Seattle assembled its rich and famous to support a cause. This year it was one close to Leah's heart, Autism. Her and several of her colleagues wanted to start a local summer camp for Autistic children in the Seattle area. She loved working with her students during the regular school year and they all felt a summer program would benefit not only the students but the staff as well. So she was here to beg. Literally. They needed funding, a lot of funding if the camp had any chance at success. She had to get the support they needed not only for the children, but for her as well. Those kids were all she had.

Leah took another look in the mirror. She could do this. She may not have the confidence but she looked the part enough that she could fake it. Her shoulder length ebony hair had been styled in a sophisticated up do with strategically placed ringlets. The nice lady at the Clinique counter had professionally done her makeup and even she had to admit it had been worth the two hours of torture. Add in a mani/pedi and waxing and she actually felt beautiful. But the best part was her dress. The emerald strapless chiffon gown was stunning. The color made her green eyes pop and the slit up her right leg added a sexiness that made her blush with every leg-exposing step she took. She finished off the outfit with tiny diamond earrings, a graduation present from her brother, a fake diamond tennis bracelet courtesy of Claire's Boutique in the mall and a pair of killer four-inch black fuck me heels.

Tossing the towel in the appointed basket she took one last deep breath, squared her shoulders and went back into the ballroom. Looking at the large clock on the wall she saw she still had about ten more minutes until she was up. She made her way to stand by the bar near the stage and started to read over her speech one last time.

~DC~

"Where the fuck is she?" Paul growled into the phone.

"Jesus, you're in a mood. She just left the bathroom and is heading your way so I suggest you get rid of the shitty attitude." CeeCee barked back at him. That made him smile a little, thank god she wasn't some simpering miss. The girl had some balls and didn't put up with his shit.

"Thank you CeeCee, we got it from here."

"Of that I have no doubt, poor girl isn't going to know what hit her. Have a good rest of the night, Boss Man. Call me if you need me." The click on the other end of the phone told him she was gone, big in the britches indeed.

"Well?" Jake asked shuffling his feet. He was getting anxious.

"Turn around my brother." Jake did as he was told and he stopped breathing. She was even more beautiful up close and completely oblivious to her surroundings as she shuffled through a little pile of note cards..

"Jesus." was all he could get out with his current lack of oxygen.

"I know right. She's her." He didn't need to clarify and Jake prayed he was right. She was perfect for them, he didn't know how he knew that, but he did. Without another word Paul grabbed the drink the bartender set in front of him and headed in her direction. Jake quickly followed; he wasn't about to miss a minute of this.

Leah was so focused on her note cards that she never saw the person standing next to her. All of a sudden a large masculine hand slid a short fat wine glass filled with an amber liquid in front of her. Her eyes followed the hand up a tuxedo-covered arm; over a broad shoulder and right into the most amazing obsidian eyes she had ever seen.

"Drink this." His voice was deep and seductive.

"Ex...Excuse me?" She stuttered. She couldn't speak; her mouth was suddenly drier than Death Valley. She had never seen such a good-looking man in her life much less spoken to one.

"I said…drink this." He pushed the glass a little closer to her, "You look like you're about to pass out you're so nervous. It will help, I promise." Setting her cards down she reached for the sniffer with shaking hands but before she could get to it another large masculine hand picked it up.

Turning to her right she almost melted. If she thought the first man was good-looking this one was even more so. His soft brown eyes smiled at her from behind long dark lashes. He. Was. Beautiful. Picking up the glass he slowly brought it to her lips.

"Drink." He ordered. All she could do was comply. Wrapping her shaking hands around his large warm one she swallowed. The brandy left a trail of warmth in its wake and with it a false senses of calmness. Pulling the glass from her lips Hottie #2 smiled.

"Better?" He asked, his husky voice warming places in her the brandy hadn't touched.

"I…I…think so." Before she could say anything else the chairman introduced her and her project. Snapping back into panic mode she grabbed her discarded speech and quickly made her way to the podium. At least she wasn't nervous anymore. Now she was just flustered. What in the hell was that? It was like a scene out of one of her trashy contemporary romance novels. Shit like that did not happen in real life, especially not to her. Daring a glance towards the bar she saw both men staring at her. Fuck. Focusing on anything but them she cleared her throat and proceeded to give her speech.

The room erupted in applause and she smiled. She did it. Now that her speech was done she could get the hell out of there. She really should stay and mingle. Try to get a few donations by talking to guests and answering questions, but she couldn't. Those men made her feel things she long thought dead and buried and it scared the hell out of her. Making her way down the stairs she made a beeline for the exit. All of a sudden she stopped. Shit, she didn't have her purse. Where was it? When she remembered leaving it at the bar she did a mental face palm. Why her? Looking over her shoulder she saw Hottie #1 holding up the little bag. It was hanging off the tip of his finger swinging back and forth, behind it both men were leaning casually against the bar wearing matching satisfied smirks. There was no way around it. She needed her purse. Cursing under her breath she begrudgingly made her way back to the bar.

"Ms. Clearwater, were you going somewhere?" Hottie #2 asked. His eyes were filled with humor, matching the dazzling smile on his face.

"Home?" Why it came out a question she'd never know.

"But the night is still young" Hottie #1 said. "Allow us to introduce ourselves. My name is Paul, Paul Lahote and this smiling idiot is Jacob, Jacob Black. But you can call him Jake." They each took one of her hands and kissed her knuckles. The feel of their hot mouths on her skin sent a pulse of electric heat through her body.

"Leah Clearwater. It's a pleasure to meet you both."

"Oh believe me, Leah, the pleasure is all ours. But if you give us a chance it could definitely be yours." Paul said never removing his eyes from hers. She could feel the flush covering her cheeks. Was he serious?

"Easy Paul, we don't want to scare her away. We just found her." Jake said, glaring at his friend with an unspoken message in his eyes. "So you're a teacher?"

"Um…yes. Thank you for earlier. I was really nervous. Public speaking was never my thing, I handle one on one interactions better."

"What about two on one?" Paul mumbled under his breath before taking a sip of his drink.

"What was that?" She asked. She had heard him but she wanted to see if he would repeat it. She knew her face was red, hell, she felt red. Was this really happening?

"Paul." Jake gave him a warning growl. "Ignore him, Leah. Can we buy you a drink?"

"It's an open bar." She said, stating the obvious.

"Ah, so it is. Touché, Ms. Clearwater, touché. Why don't we go somewhere where we have to buy you a drink then?" The look in Paul's eyes told her exactly what he wanted and it had nothing to do with buying her a drink.

She continued to look at them, her eyes bouncing back and forth between the two gorgeous men. There was something vaguely familiar about them both. Paul and Jake…Paul and Jake? Oh my god. They were Paul Lahote and Jacob Black. The L and B in CLB Enterprises. These weren't just a couple of rich guys looking for a tax deduction. They were freaking billionaires. Their story was well known; Jared Cameron, Paul Lahote and Jacob Black were self-made men. Like her they grew up in a small town, or was it on a reservation? Somehow they struck it rich in college and were now living the American dream. She wasn't sure exactly why they were so rich, but she did know they were way out of her league.

She chanced a peek around the room and saw they were gaining more than a little attention. Jared Cameron was happily married to his high school sweetheart Kim; their son had been diagnosed with Autism at an early age so they always supported events like these. That would explain why they were there, to support their partner and friend. But Jake and Paul were different, if rumors were correct, they had been best friends all their lives and did everything together and they did mean everything. Their exploits made national headlines and graced the covers of raunchy tabloid magazines on a regular basis. And now they were looking at her like she was their next meal.

"Ohmygod. I have to get out of here. I can't do this." She whispered more to herself than anyone. Snatching her purse she fled the ballroom and never looked back.

"Now see what you've done. You scared her off. God damn overbearing asshole." Jake complained, running his hand through his hair, Paul and his fucking mouth.

"Just shut the fuck up and go after her, Jake. Use all that boyish charm you're so famous for and convince her to come home with us."

"And if I can't get her to?"

"Failure's not an option. I want her and so do you. You know as well as I do that there's something different about her. We both felt it. Hurry up and catch her before she leaves. I'll go get the car and meet you out front." Quickly downing the rest of their drinks they both left the ballroom. Both of their minds were focused on the beautiful Leah Clearwater and they never failed once they put their minds to something. Never.

Leah stood next to the doorman while he called for a cab. Normally the streets of Seattle were inundated with them, but of course the one time she needs to escape not a single one can be found.

"Don't worry about it, George, I'll see that Ms. Clearwater gets home safely." A deep voice came from behind them.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Oh, Good evening, Mr. Black." The doorman gushed. Leah just rolled her eyes; of course he would come after her. She didn't doubt for a minute that they were men who had ever heard the word no before. Catching Jacob's look, George quickly bid Leah a good night and ran back inside.

"Leah?" She refused to look at him; if she did she knew she would give in. Keeping her eyes on the ground she answered him.

"Mr. Black." He chuckled. The unexpected warmth of the sound surprised her.

"Jake." He corrected as he stood directly behind her, so close she could feel the heat pouring off of him. "Why did you run away from us?" His fingers lightly touched her wrist and ran up her arm, the movement leaving a trail of fire.

"I know who you are and what you do, I'm…I'm not like that."

He moved even closer to her, his mouth was right next to her ear. "Like what?" he whispered.

"You know, you and Paul…you…you…"

"Share beautiful women?" He interrupted before nibbling on her earlobe.

She nodded. She didn't trust her voice enough to speak, every cell in her traitorous body was reacting to him and her brain had turned to mush.

"It's not a bad thing, Leah. In fact it can be a very enjoyable experience for all parties involved."

"I'm not a slut!" She blurted out before she could stop herself.

"I never said you were, in fact I would destroy anyone who was stupid enough to say such a thing. What are you afraid of?"

"There are two of you," she whispered. God was this really happening to her? She did not attract men like these.

"Double your pleasure." He joked. His hands were on her waist now, pulling her into his hard body. It was impossible to miss just how hard he was…everywhere. "How will you know if you don't try? As a teacher don't you encourage your students to try new things, to step out of their comfort zones?"

"This is different and you know it."

"How? I'm asking you to teach by example. Step out of your comfort zone. Can you honestly choose just one of us?" The cocky asshole had her there and he knew it, she was attracted to both of them. God, she was a slut. "Take a chance Leah, we would never force you into anything. If you walk away from this now your going to wonder 'what if' for the rest of your life."

"I can't." Not that she was considering what he was asking, but even if she did there was still the fact that she sucked in bed. It was bad enough disappointing one man, to have to look into the disappointed eyes of two would kill her.

"Why? Are you married? I don't see a ring. Do you have a boyfriend?"

He was giving her an out. All she had to do is say she had a boyfriend and he would leave her alone. But he was right, for the rest of her life she would wonder. She always played it safe. Her life was safe and predictable and boring. One night with them could be an experience that would keep her warm during the many lonely nights she knew were to come and maybe even prove to her once and for all that she wasn't as bad as Sam made it seem. She could give herself this couldn't she, just one night? Surly they wouldn't want anything more? And if she were truly as horrible as she thought she would never have to see them again.

"No", she answered, "I'm single."

"Thank god, I thought I was going to have to put my morals to the test if you were married." He said sounding more relieved than anything.

"Morals? Are you for real?" She turned around in his arms and looked into his eyes. Who did he think he was lying to?

"What? You don't think I have morals?" He actually had the nerve to look hurt.

"You and your friend share women all the time. How is that moral?" she watched as he contemplated his answer. Seeming to figure out what to say he locked his gaze on hers.

"How do I explain this? Have we had our fair share of women? Yes. But that's not all our fault; we tend to pick the wrong ones. We truly only want one woman, Leah. We want to fall in love and commit ourselves to the right person just like everyone else and that's the hard part. We want someone who's real and is going to love us for us, not our money.

"You keep saying we?"

"Paul wants the same thing."

"How are you ever supposed to find her if you keep sharing them?"

"Because that is the only way it will work. When I said we, I meant we. Whoever she is will have to love and want to be with both of us, we're a package deal. There's no other option. Until now most women have just wanted our money or on the rare occasion just one of us." Seeing the pity in her eyes he frowned. "Jesus, Leah, how in the hell did you get me on such a depressing topic? That's enough over-sharing for tonight, we need a decision." He glanced over her shoulder and nodded. "What's it going to be, Leah? Are you going to take a chance or are you going to wonder 'what if' for the rest of your life?"

She had to make a decision, and now. She was insane for even considering this but when Jake was talking to her she had seen something in his eyes. He was just as lonely and unhappy as she was. Granted they could also be a couple of psychos who had enough money to make her disappear forever, but her gut was telling her different. Glancing behind her she saw Paul leaning against a limousine. How long had he been there? Had he heard their conversation? He was so different from Jake. Jake reminded her of a happy little boy who found joy in almost everything. Paul was intense; he seemed guarded and closed off. What was their story? She really wanted to find out more about these two intriguing men and there was only one way to do that. Looking back at Jacob she gave him her answer.

"I'll take a chance. But I need to know one thing first. Can…can I change my mind? I mean if I start to feel uncomfortable and want things to stop. This isn't something I've done before, to be honest I've only ever been with one person and that was a really long time ago."

"Of course you can, we would never hurt you or ask you to do anything that made you uncomfortable. You call all the shots, Beautiful." Paul answered from behind her. When had he moved? She was sandwiched between the two men and for the first time in her life she actually felt wanted. It was a heady feeling. Paul tilted her chin back so she would look at him. The desire in his eyes nearly consumed her before he lowered his head and gently kissed her lips. "Lets go." He whispered. Grabbing her hand he helped her into the limo and then slid in never letting go of her. As soon as Jake got in on the opposite side he picked up her other hand and told the driver where to go.

For a few long minutes Leah was lost in her own head. Was this really happening? Was she really going to do this? It was insanity—two men. But in a way it also took some of the pressure off of her. One on one was too intimate, but two on one? She could just follow their lead since they knew this was something she'd never done before. They could chalk her inexperience and innocence up to the newness of the situation instead of her ineptness. One way or another tonight she would find out the truth about herself. She had given Sam way too much power and she was finally going to take it back. One night that no one would ever know about. One night with two of the most gorgeous and intriguing men she'd ever met. She'd be a fool to pass it up.