Double Trouble: A Menage Romance (3 page)

B
etween the developments
planned in New York and New Jersey and the potential casino venture with Travis Beauchamp in Vegas, Gage already had a full plate. Adding in the hostile takeover of MacIntosh Hotels stretched him thin. Now Holt had roped him into being hands-on with the acquisition of NNT—something he had specifically declined to do.

Ever since their father passed away, the pair of them had co-run the family empire. As long as they didn’t interact, everything ran smoothly. Thanks to push-back from the board and the shareholders of the Hotel chain, Gage and Holt were now stuck making decisions as a team. Talk about miserable.

He flicked open the blinds and looked down from the living room in their penthouse suite. “She’s late.”

“Perhaps it took some convincing.” Holt sprawled across the white leather sofa, the epitome of the younger brother. The man never took the world seriously enough.

“This isn’t fun and games. If we don’t win the shareholders over, this takeover attempt will fail. The chance to bring the Hotels back into the family will pass us by.”

Gage remembered the night he’d made the promise. All those machines beep-beeping in time to their father’s failing heart. Blurs of blue scrubs and white lab coats. The smell of antiseptic still turned his stomach.

“Relax or this reporter will see right through you.”

“I have nothing to hide.”

“What about all the skeletons in your closet?”

Gage sighed. Did he really have to spell it out for him? “That’s why I requested a researcher and not a front-line reporter. A researcher is interested in doing the job. A reporter is into a making a splash and grabbing headlines. If Harvey tells this Woodson woman to prepare a piece chronicling our lives today then that is precisely what we’ll get.”

He turned to his brother. “Just spend the next three weeks being as boring and straight-laced as possible.”

The phone rang and cut off any chance Holt had at a comeback. He answered before relaying the message to Gage. “She’s on the way up.”

“Splendid.” He straightened his cuffs as a knock sounded on the door.

“Come in.”

A moment later, the hotel concierge appeared at the edge of the living room and smiled. “Ms. Woodson is here, gentlemen.”

A woman stepped out from behind the man’s back and Gage clinched his jaw. That was Jessica Woodson?

Halfway through the meeting at the network she had caught his eye. High cheekbones. Big blue eyes. None of the overdone bullshit he had grown so sick of lately. The woman gave off one of those straight-shooter vibes that sent a throb through his dick.

She probably screamed when she came.

The whole introduction, he’d imagined it in his head. The way she’d arch her back and moan. How her throat would shudder as she took him deep. The softness of her hair wrapped around his fingers as he released.

She turned that meeting from excruciating into bearable. Intriguing, even. And there she stood, ridiculous T-shirt and all, exuding equal parts annoyance and sex appeal.

Gage stepped forward and offered his hand. “Gage MacIntosh, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She eyed him for a moment before sliding her hand over his. Firm grip, skin that wasn’t overly polished or butter soft. Her grip spoke of work, not leisure. He gave her fingers a squeeze before letting go.

“Jessica Woodson.” Her lower lip disappeared into her mouth and Gage caught a glimpse of white teeth as she nibbled.

Add in nervous, too. He pulled his shoulders back a fraction. “This is my brother, Holt.” Gage stepped aside.

As his brother clasped the researcher’s hand in both of his, a tremor rocked Gage. Was it jealousy?
Pfft
. Impossible. No woman would come between them ever again.

As soon as he thought it, images of Jessica pinned against their chests flashed through his mind. If she shook off her nerves…
Fuck
. Gage dug his nail into his palm. Fantasizing about the woman who would determine their future would get him nowhere.

It could never happen. Not while she was there to write a story.

Before he came up with anything to say, his brother got straight to the point. “Ms. Woodson, did Harvey fill you in on what your assignment would be these next three weeks?”

She nodded. “Please, call me Jess.”

“Okay, Jess, then. Tell me what he said.”

Her blue eyes went wide and she gripped her messenger bag a bit closer to her body. The strap dug between her breasts and despite the baggy T-shirt, the sight turned him on.
Shit
.

Gage shook his head to focus. “We want to make sure we’re on the same page, that’s all. Come, let’s sit in the living room.”

She hesitated. “If it’s all right with you, I’d prefer to stand. The ground rules need to be set before I agree.”

Holt snorted. “This isn’t optional, Ms. Woodson. You do realize we own NNT now, correct?”

Jess took a step back and Gage knew his brother had made a huge mistake. He flashed a conciliatory smile. “Of course, she has a choice, Holt. Don’t be an asshole. We can’t demand an employee accept an assignment or be fired. What kind of employers would we be?”

Holt opened his mouth to argue, but Gage refused to give him the chance. He would only dig a deeper hole. A woman like Jess needed encouragement, not a strong arm.

“How about you explain your understanding of the assignment and your reservations? I’m sure we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

After a moment, Jess nodded. “Harvey said it would be an in-depth look at your lives now. I would be your shadows for three weeks. Go everywhere you go, live in your house, basically eat, sleep, breathe the two of you. Then I’d write up an article for the website and put together a few spots for our morning shows and the nightly talk shows.”

Harvey had prepared her well. Gage smiled, but Holt took back control. “Why the hesitation?” His voice had a harsh edge that would earn him no favors with this woman.

Her gaze flicked back and forth between them, but settled on Gage.
Score one for me
. “I’m well aware of your reputation as ladies men. Tabloids aren’t my thing, but it’s difficult to avoid the front pages in the checkout line.”

“Do you believe everything you see in print?”

She laughed and her whole body softened. Gone were the hard edges and the forced pose. In their place was all sensuality and grace. Pure sex. Holt tensed beside him. The woman affected him as well.

Damn
. The one time he wished they didn’t share the same taste in women.

“I make it a habit of never taking the news at face value. Meet enough reporters and that happens, I guess.” She smiled. “But to get back to your question, Mr. MacIntosh, I’m not a bullshitter. I don’t stroke egos, ignore the facts, or give a damn what anyone thinks about my research. I tell the truth. That’s it.”

Gage smiled back. It was the answer he’d hoped for. “Do you think we have a problem with that?”

“Obviously.”

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong, Jess. You are exactly the type of person we’re looking for. We want you to write the truth. No more. No less.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I don’t joke about business.”

Holt agreed. “Neither do I. Most of the time.”

Gage wanted this woman to be their shadow. Not a flash-bang reporter with her own agenda or an up-and-comer out to make a name for himself. Jessica Woodson with her straight talk and honest appearance would be perfect. A woman who didn’t care to impress with anything other than her skill.

If only they had met another way. Gage would love to enlighten her. Showing her the effect she had on men would be a delight.
Too bad.
He cleared his throat. “What would get you to accept the position?”

Jess stared at him for a few seconds. “Harvey told me the assignment started immediately, is that right?”

“Yes. We’re under a time crunch for publication to be effective.”

She nodded. “I understand. But if you want me to take the job, I need to go home and pack a bag, get my things in order.” She looked at her watch. “Is six o’clock tonight acceptable?”

That’s all she wants?
Gage glanced at his brother.

From his scowl, it was obvious he didn’t like it, but that was too damn bad. Gage held out his hand to seal the agreement. “You have a deal, Ms. Woodson. How about we have a driver pick you up?”

She shook his hand and nodded. “That would be fine. Thank you.”

Holt escorted her out of the suite and out of his sight. As the hotel suite door shut, Gage exhaled.

If this were any other situation… If they didn’t need a favorable article to win over the shareholders and secure approval for their bid, he’d have already propositioned her.

He could feel her soft skin beneath his fingers. Her lips pressed against his as he crushed her to the wall. Her cries of pleasure as he took her places she’d never been.

Holt strolled back into the room like a cat with a canary. “Well, well. I guess Harvey knew who we wanted after all.”

“Excuse me?”

Holt ran a hand through his hair. “Jessica Woodson is one gorgeous woman. Underneath all those frumpy clothes, she’s a total knockout. Did you see the way she bit her lip?
Mmm
. Imagine the possibilities.”

“It’s a dead end.”

“What are you talking about?”

“We can’t go there. Not while the bid is pending. We’ve got to play this safe, Holt.”

His brother frowned and headed for the bar. He pulled down a bottle of scotch and poured them each a glass. “What if she’s into it? I saw the way she checked you out. There’s something there, Gage.”

“How much is Father’s company worth to you?”

Holt snatched back the drink he’d held out for Gage. “What’s that supposed to mean? I want Macintosh Hotels in our portfolio as much as you do.”

“Then you need to keep your dick in your pants. Jessica Woodson is off limits. For both of us.” Gage grabbed the scotch and downed it in a single gulp. It burned, but didn’t take away the fire the researcher had lit inside him. The next three weeks would be hell.

Holt took a sip and flopped down on the couch. “I still think we could test the waters.”

“It’s an unnecessary risk.”

His little brother smiled. “When have I ever let that stop me before?”

A
black dress
flew out of the closet and landed on the bed beside her. “Take that!” Wendy’s voice bellowed from the open door. “It’s good for dinner, dancing, a cocktail party…”

“It’s too tight!”

Wendy shouted something else, but Jess couldn’t make it out. “Are you alright in there? You sound like you’re buried in angora.”

A few more pieces flew onto the bed and Wendy emerged at last. “I’m fine. But you’re going to take every single thing I’ve thrown at you, do you understand me?” She flopped next to Jess.

“That bad?”

“I should have brought more things over. You need a wardrobe intervention.”

“It’s not my fault I’m not invited to spend a few weeks with a pair of billionaires every year.”

“
Pfft
. It is too. You are totally failing at life.” Wendy jabbed her in the ribs with an elbow. “Plan ahead for once. If you’re going to be their shadow, you don’t want to stand out because of what you're wearing. Blending in, that's what you need to do.”

Shit
. She hadn’t thought of it that way at all.

Jess pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the bed. Wendy was right. If she wanted to do the job properly, she needed to blend in. Changing her clothes wasn’t about trying to impress anyone or pretend she belonged in high society. It was about doing the best job possible.

Jess glanced at the clock in a panic. “Do we have time to go shopping?”

Wendy jumped up and grabbed her purse. “Of course. Let's go.”

Half an hour later and Jess was knee-deep in silk and chiffon and enough resort wear to make a Hamptons regular roll her eyes. “I can’t afford any of this, Wendy.”

“Give them a bill. Tell them you needed it to do your job.”

“I don’t know.”

“Then expense it to Harvey.”

The laugh that bubbled up from Jess’s insides broke all the tension she’d been carrying since she walked out of the penthouse at the Ritz that morning. She slumped onto the bench in the dressing room. “I think I’m in over my head with this one.”

Wendy sat down next to her and wrapped a tanned arm around her back. “No, you're not. If there’s anyone who can give those two playboys a run for their money, it’s you, hon. Don’t let their last name or their fancy hotel room intimidate you. You’ve got this.”

“Then why do I feel so out of my depth?”

“Because you spend too much time stuck in that itty bitty apartment of yours.”

Point taken. “Maybe it’s a good thing I won’t be home for a few weeks. It’ll get me out of the rut I’ve been in.”

“And out of that neighborhood. I swear, you’re obsessed with the development going on around there. This will give you a chance to get your focus back.” Wendy gave her a squeeze. “Who knows, you might even start showing up to work on time.”

“Don’t hold your breath on that one.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Here,” Wendy stood up and snatched the next dress in the pile. “Try this on, and hurry.”

With a groan, Jess did as instructed. The yellow cotton slipped over her shoulders and Wendy zipped the sundress up the back. “Ooh, doesn’t that just say summer beach party? You have to have it.”

“They don’t strike me as the beach party type.”

“Haven’t you done your research? Those two throw more parties than any eligible bachelors in the country. Do you even know where you’ll be staying?”

“Of course. With them.”

“I mean which house? They’ve got places all over the world.”

Oh, hell
. “How about you show up instead?”

“Not a chance. How else am I going to get you back into the dating scene?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re spending three weeks with two sexy men who have a reputation for not keeping it in their pants. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I can’t date them. I’m writing an article about them.”

“I never said anything about dating. Just screwing.”

“Wendy Franklin!”

“What? There’s nothing wrong with having a fling while you’re doing your research. I’m sure they’re already thinking the same thing.”

Jess tugged the dress off her body and snatched her shirt. The nerve of Wendy to even suggest such a thing. It was one thing to fantasize about Holt and Gage and their naked bodies. It was another to act on it. Like it or not, they were her research subjects and mixing business and pleasure was a recipe for disaster.

“I don’t care what they’re thinking. Neither one of the MacIntosh brothers is getting a hand on me. Clothed or unclothed.”

“Don’t you want to write an honest piece?”

“Of course I do.” Jess tugged on her jeans. “I can do that without sleeping with them.”

“Seems to me you’d be missing out on a huge piece of their lives, then.”

Jess balled up the sundress and threw it at her best friend. “You are incorrigible. Even if I did like either of them, I can’t date two guys at once. It’s ridiculous.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time. Didn’t you see those headlines a few years ago? The MacIntosh brothers like to share.”

Jess turned around to hide her blush. If Wendy knew she’d already run through a million scenarios of the super-dirty kind in her mind, she would never live it down.

All those hands all over her.
Wow
. She shook the images off. “It doesn’t matter. It can’t happen. The relationship needs to stay strictly professional.”

“There’s what people say and what they actually want, Jess. Those are two different things.”

She scooped up an armful of clothes and grabbed her bag. “Not this time, Wendy. Let’s go. I don’t want to be late.”

An epic hustle from the MARTA station, three jumps on top of her suitcase to zip it shut, and one frantic rush down three flights of stairs, and Jess made it to the town car on time.

A different driver in a chauffeur’s uniform stood outside and smiled as she busted out the door.

“I’m not late, am I?” She panted as she stumbled to a stop in front of him.

“Not at all, miss. Can I take your bag?”

“Thanks.”

He hoisted it into the waiting trunk and Jess slipped into the back seat. A few moments later, they were on their way to the hotel… Until they merged onto the highway.

“I’m sorry, aren't we going to the Ritz?”

“No, miss. Mr. MacIntosh requested a different meeting location this evening.”

“Okay.” Jess frowned. She didn’t even know which MacIntosh the driver meant. “Any chance you’ll tell me where?”

The chauffeur’s teeth gleamed white in the rear view as he smiled. “I’m sorry, but Gage asked me to refrain. I’m sure you understand.”

She crossed her arms in annoyance. “Not really.”

The car sped down the highway headed west. Did they own a place west of town? Were they going to some obscure dinner hot spot?

The limo driver should have some answers. She just needed to act like a reporter and ferret them out.

Jess scooted forward in the seat and focused on the driver’s reflection in the mirror. “Have you worked for the MacIntoshes before?”

He nodded. “Every time they come to town.”

“What are they like?”

The man considered the question for a moment. “Generally on time, friendly, good tippers. The kind of client I like to have.”

Huh
. Not what she had expected at all. “So the rumors about all those wild parties and groupies who follow them wherever the go are what? Lies?”

He chuckled. “I don’t want to get in trouble, miss.”

Jess batted her lashes. “Come on, I wouldn’t tattle on you. There has to be something you can tell me. I’m staying with them for a while and I’d love to find out what I’ve gotten myself into.”

God, what she’d give for that little black number Wendy had shoved in her handbag. She could flash some cleavage and get all the answers.

The driver glanced at the road. He had to be close to her age with slicked back hair and taut neck muscles that said gym rat. Given the MacIntosh brothers’ reputations, their drivers probably got plenty of cast-offs thrown their way.

The thought made Jess frown. Agreeing to this assignment was a huge mistake.

“You really want to know?”

The driver’s voice startled her and she nodded.

“Most of it’s not true. At least not when they’re here in Atlanta. I mean, yeah, they go to parties and women throw themselves all over them, but at the end of the night they head home alone. Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

He nodded. “They had that one girlfriend for a while… Bianca, I think? But she was… different.”

Jess squinted at the mirror. “How so?”

“They loved her.”

Oh
. Jess fell back onto the seat. “Both of them?”

“Mm-hmm. Super sweet to her, too. It’s not your ordinary kind of thing, but it worked for them. When she was around they paid double to avoid the press. I was sad to see her go.”

“What happened?”

“I’m just the driver, miss.” The man focused on the road and Jess knew he was done talking. She could needle him all she wanted, but it wouldn’t do any good. People always got this look about them when they’d said too much.

As she turned to peer out the window, the car exited the interstate. They were in a part of town she’d never been.

They whizzed by rows of nondescript warehouses and tractor-trailers parked at loading docks. She couldn’t imagine billionaires having a place out there. At last, they turned into a gated facility.

A guard stopped the town car and the driver flashed a badge before they rolled into what looked like a shipping hub. Were they interested in buying it? Were they secretly a pair of serial killers preparing to carve her up and dump her body in the back?

Jess hugged her cardigan closer around her shoulders as the town car meandered past a building and onto a… runway.

Oh my God
.

Jess pressed her fingers against the glass window as she gawked at the private plane sitting alone on the asphalt. “You can’t be serious.”

She said the words more to herself than the driver, but he answered all the same. “One thing I’ve learned, miss, the MacIntoshes never joke about business. The plane looks ready to go. You should hurry.”

He stopped the car a few yards from the metal stairs leading into the plane’s cabin.
This can’t be real.
Jess stepped out into the evening sun after the driver opened her door.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime. I’ll see to your bags.”

She nodded and stepped toward the uniformed man waiting beside the stairs.

“Ms. Woodson?”

“Yes.”

“Good evening, I’ll be your pilot this flight. Are you ready to depart?”

Am I?
Jess glanced up at the plane with its row of round windows and gleaming white paint. Once she climbed inside, her life would take a turn she had never imagined. Gone would be her boring, predictable routine in Atlanta.

In its place, a few weeks with two of the richest men in the world. Men who wanted her to chronicle their whole lives and lay it out for everyone to see. She swallowed and looked the pilot in the eye. “Yes, I’m ready.”