I'm so spoiling you all. As I said don't get used to it. I'm slow at work this week so it's giving me some time. Don't tell my boss that though. Thank you all for your positive reviews and PMs. As long as you keep reading, I'll keep trying to write. I know it might seem slow but we need to get to know these characters individually. You know walk before you run kind of thing. I do not have a Beta because I'm a control freak but please don't hold it against me if come upon something odd. I'm human like everyone else.

Thanks for reading. Did someone say something about food?

Chapter 3

"I'm Keegan, this is my twin brother Christian. He's actually the one you met at the bar. I was just fucking with ya."

He turns around, smacks this so-called Christian on the back and walks out.

"Ana, can you hear me? ANA! Wake up you crazy bitch."

"Uhhhhh, why are you yelling and why does my head feel like it's in a game of Whack a Mole?"

"Well, sister friend, you are hung over. I told you I would be back in the morning; do you not remember."

"Jesus Christ, Kate. I don't remember shit. What the hell happened and spare me the humiliation parts. I've been educated by Christian…ugh not Christian, what the fuck is his brother's name?"

"Oh, I see you've met Keegan. He's a looker, huh?"

"Really Kate, I didn't notice at all." I do have my contacts in. Speaking of which, why am I seeing double? Fuck, now I'm going blind too. First, I can't talk, then I can't hear, now I can't freaking see straight. As I pull the covers over my head, I hear it.

"Ana, will you please look at me?" Okay, that was in stereo. I pull the pillow over my head.

Kate pulls the comforter down, and I yank it back up. She yanks it back down again. Hey, bitch! I'm not decent, and the Doublemint Twins do not get a free pass to see the goods. This is not some twin thing we do.

"You both know as you are grown-ups that the whole twin switching bit is not cool, right? I mean, Harper and I did that when we were in grade school. Okay, maybe we did it in high school too. That's beside the point. We're talking about you two now." They are both smirking…or smerking. I am bound and determined to make that fucking spelling work in my favor.

One of the pretty fucking hot guys moves closer to me and sits down on the bed. Christian, Keegan, who the fuck knows, who the fuck cares. They are both beautiful. If I'm not already embarrassed enough, I know my hair looks like an ill thought out piece of art. It's not a good look. Now, if I had just gotten laid, yeah I'd be okay with it. Sleeping in a strange man's bedroom, wearing….

"Ahhh. Where are my clothes?" How the hell long was I sitting up in only my bra and underwear? I need a fucking do-over day something bad, and it's only 9 a.m.

"I had them sent out to be cleaned," Christian says. I think it's him. Shit, I need to figure them out and quick. They are as identical as Harper and me. I half wonder if their parents are as confused as ours. Our friends can tell us apart and other siblings but for some fucked up reason, the people who created us cannot. Ewe….no it's too damn early to think about parents and sex. Get out of my head now!

"Thank you, but you really didn't have to do that." I try to smile, but I know it's coming off creepy.

Christian, yep it's him, pushes my hair away from my face. Oh thank you, you're so kind sir. I was hoping the hair was covering the face, and he wouldn't see what that I resemble Alice Cooper. He was never a good looking man. How was he ever popular? I know he's fucking old, so maybe that's what kids were into during the 70's. Now, that's an era I wouldn't be able to survive in. The clothes, the hair, and makeup. Name five things good that came out of the 70's. Ha! See you can't because there's nothing. Nada. Zilch. Don't get me started on polyester pants either. Good fucking thing I grew up in the 90's. I must have owned fifty plaid shirts and blasted Nirvana every day. Oh, it wasn't it so sad when Kurt Cobain died?

"Yes, I did. Not only did you manage to vomit on me, but your clothes were also caught in the crossfire," Christian says with humor in his tone.

"Thank you." My heart is racing. He's sitting so close and fuck he smells good. I know it's definitely not me that smells like that.

"What are you wearing?"

He looks confused. "Well, as you can see, I am wearing khakis and a polo. I don't remember the brand of my shoes though, but they are loafers."

I laugh, and I'm pretty sure there was a snort too. "No, silly. What cologne are you wearing?"

He looks a little embarrassed. Now you know how I've been feeling for the last twelve hours.

"I don't know it was something that Keegan had in his room. I forgot mine," he admits.

"John Varvatos, dickhead." It's obvious that Keegan can hear well since he's in another room.

"Thank you, douche. Out of 100,000 sperm, his was the fastest. Can you believe that?" He chuckles but shakes his head in disbelief.

"He's the older twin, is he not? I'm older by four minutes," I declare.

"Yes, he is, and he reminds me of that fact on a daily basis. Six minutes for him. I'm the better looking one, though." He has the best fucking smile and of course beautiful teeth. Good oral hygiene is important. I've never had a cavity thanks to my dad's business partner was a dentist so we got plenty of fluoride treatments as kids. However, he is the reason I hate dentists. Have you ever seen a canine fly? I'm not talking about a fucking dog. He pulled my canines, and one actually flew across the room. Scared the ever loving shit out of me.

That laugh and his face. He is doing something to me. Something naughty. I know I have only known him for less than a day. Well, if you want to get down to brass tacks, it is more like an hour since I don't remember talking to him at the bar. I woke up practically in the middle of the night only to be scared titless when I thought I was going blind. Passed out and have been awake for a total of thirty minutes. I want to know more about this honey bunny. Hmm, honey. Fuck I'm hungry. Honey Bunches of Oats sounds good right now. Get in my belly!

"Ana, you need to get up and take a shower. We're leaving in about an hour," Kate proclaims.

Where the fuck are we going this early? I don't have classes; I don't have a crap ass job to go to anymore so what's the big damn hurry? Sleep people, I need sleep. Sleep is like a fucking unicorn – it's rumored to exist but I sure as shit won't see any today. Damnit.

"Alright, alright, I'm up. Where could we possibly be going at this ridiculous hour of the day that can't wait at least two more hours? I'm soo tired, Kate," I whine like a toddler missing her sippy cup.

"Well, Sleeping Beauty, we are going to pick up Harper, Ethan and Hunter then we are meeting Larry, Moe, and Curly for breakfast," Kate gestures toward Christian, Keegan, and Elliott, who are in the other room.

Happy dance. Fuck yeah, food! "Give me twenty minutes and I'll be ready to go."

We all arrived at The Urban Farmer about the same time. I seriously need someone to fill me in on the Brothers Grimm because I know jack shit about who they are and what they do. The three of them were driven in a shiny black Land Rover. What do these fuckers do for a living? Kate seems to be well aware of who they are, as usual, I'm the last to know all the good stuff.

I realize that my attire is probably not what they are used to seeing a woman wear. I went from one pair of Levi's to another, but I do have a really cute top on. I have new flip flops on too. Standing next to Malibu Barbie and her sidekick Skipper, you might as well call me Amy Farrah Fowler.

With eight of us, we look like members of the Last Supper playing ring around the rosy trying to find the best seat. I end up with Christian on my right, Keegan on my left. Harper is sitting across from me looking like she's been well fucked. Did I not call that…everyone was getting busy last night and where was Ana? A complete drunk mess who passed out and missed all the fun. I did say I was cutting myself off so absolutely no more alcohol for me.

The waitress comes to take our drink orders. "Blood Mary for me," Kate says.

Okay, so no more alcohol after this Bloody Mary I'm having. It might seem like I'm a drunken lush, but I do not drink anything more than a glass of wine every now and again. Give me a break, I'm 21, just graduated and need to celebrate my achievements. Yeah, that's a real justification. I'm going with that.

I hear Elliott, Kate and Hunter talking about construction and Keegan is listening intently. Ethan and Harper are trying to keep their hands to themselves so that leaves just me and Christian. Hmmm…how long do you think it's gonna take until I shove my size six foot all the way in my mouth? I'm placing bets…I give it fifteen minutes.

Christian leans back in his chair slightly turning towards me, "So, Ana, now that you've graduated, what are your plans when you get back to Seattle?"

"Uh…. Well, Kate, Harper and me are moving into our apartment in the Pike Market District this weekend. So, I will have to unpack my shit. More than likely Harper's shit too and Kate's if she's getting busy with your brother, and I have to get ready to start my new job next Monday." At least I was able to make a coherent sentence; the way he is staring at me is sending very naughty thoughts to the forefront of my brain.

"Sounds like you'll be busy for a few days. I was hoping that you'd let me take you dinner this weekend." I can't help but look at his lips as he's talking to me. What I wouldn't give for those plump bastards to be on my…

"Here's your food." Yes, saved by the food. I was afraid I might start panting like a bitch in heat.

I fucking love to eat. That is why I work out like a crazed Olympian hoping to make it to the finals in her event. As I am vertically challenged, if I didn't work out I'd end up like Violet Beauregard after she ate the blueberry gum in Willy Wonka. Food is my friend.

"Thank you," I say as she places the plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon in front of me. Oh, fuck it smells so good.

I look over at Christian's plate, and he is having the same. Hmm, we like the same breakfast foods. I stab my fork into my pancake, a piece of my over medium egg and some bacon. I look up, and all eyes are on Ana. Okay, what the hell did I do? I haven't even spoke in the past ten minutes and god damn my food's getting cold.

"Uh, wwaa?" I question with a mouth full of deliciousness. I warned you that I am not a girly girl. Although my mother would scold me for talking with my mouth full.

Elliott speaks up, "Nothing Bitty, it's just a lot of food for a girl." I hear Hunter and Harper laugh. They know how much I love food, and this little bit is nothing. You should see me slaughter a steak.

"Bitty, huh? Let me guess, a reference to my fun size. As it appears I will see more you, Elliott, so, if you are going to nickname me already I will allow you to borrow my brother's name for me. Itty Bitty. Please pack that away for future reference." He laughs and slams his big. I do like Elliott. I can see why Kate is interested in him.

Now if you'd all stop talking to me so I can eat my damn food already.

Thirty minutes later everyone has finished, and we're enjoying our coffee and tea. Have I told you about my tea addiction? It's like crack for me. I have containers of loose leaf tea that I dream about when I'm not near them. Doesn't matter what it is: black, dark, Oolong, green, herbal, white, pink...I don't think there's a pink tea. Hmmm, let me think a sec…Oh, fuck if there isn't. Kashmir Pink Chai and Pink Orchid. Booyah! I should carry the title of Tea Connoisseur.

I turn to Christian, "I would love to have dinner with you, Christian. Give me your phone and I'll call myself so you can have my number."

He's smiling, and I can't tell what he's thinking, but I don't think it's G-rated. I figure I need to know something about this McHottie sitting next to me if I'm going to let him take me to bed…I mean dinner. Take me to dinner. Head out of the gutter, Ana.

"Christian, what is it that you do. I'm sorry I've been living in a hole for the past four years and before that I could care less about anything related to business." I see his eyes light up.

"I'm CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings."

"Oh, really," I say timidly. Holy fuck balls batman, that's my company's biggest competitor.