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"Then let's go."
She felt a surge of bravery. "Wait. You have to tell me your names, too."
"I'm Jaxson and this is Chase. Now let's go."
They pulled her to her feet and even grabbed her heavy backpack for her. She could have walked on her own, but there was no way she was going to tell them since they had each grabbed her arms and were helping her back through the growing crowds.
She didn’t miss the jealous glances in her direction from almost every woman they passed. She assumed the men were heading towards the proper platform, but in that moment, she didn't care. She was too busy enjoying their proximity.
A train was pulling into the station when they arrived at the appointed track. The men didn't let go of her the entire ten minutes they waited for arriving passengers to disembark. A charged energy fell over the linked threesome as they waited. She felt it odd they wouldn't try to distance themselves from her, the plump grad student from Wisconsin. All she could think about was how she had to be ruining their GQ reputation.
When passengers were finally allowed to begin loading, she pressed forward into the crowd along with the men, until they moved to pass the closest coach car. Emma dug in her heels to try to stop them. "I have a coach ticket. I need to board there."
"You shouldn't be alone in case you have a concussion. We have a private car with plenty of room. You should ride with us. You’ll be more comfortable and we’d like to keep an eye on you.” Jaxson’s deep voice melted over her, drawing her in.
Emma was in shock. While on one level she was thrilled to spend more time with the two hottest men on the planet, something wasn't sitting right with her. Why would they want to spend time with her when they could snap their fingers and have any woman within fifty yards?
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I can’t afford an upgrade.” She shuffled self-consciously.
They had already moved past the pressing crowd, merging with a smaller, more selective clientele heading to the first class cars. Emma pulled at Jaxson’s arm, once again trying to slow their forward progress until the men stopped, pulling her aside to let others pass.
Before she knew what was happening, Emma felt her back pressed against the concrete pillar while the men moved closer. Jaxson leaned in intimately so he could be heard over the commotion of the station. He towered over her, bending to put his face inches from hers. The protective look in his green-eyes took her breath away.
“Now, Emma. We know you don’t speak French, are short on cash and are in need of an escort to get you safely to Paris. More importantly, you need to be monitored to make sure you don’t have a concussion. We have the space and would be honored if you’d let us take care of you for the next few hours.”
“You? Honored? Hours?” Her voice quavered.
Just great. They’d reduced her to single word sophomoric responses. As she weighed her options, she let her eyes wander to the huge advertising posters lining the nearby station wall. Her heart lurched as she recognized the two men currently brushing her arm intimately as the same two models at the center of the upscale men’s fashion spread.
When Jaxson reached for her hand, twining his fingers through her own intimately to lead her towards the waiting first-class car, Emma had a premonition she might have averted one dangerous situation, only to land herself in even more trouble.
Chapter 3
When they'd saidthey had a private car, she'd assumed they meant a small private berth, but they were ushered to a suite, which took up close to a whole car. She hadn’t even suspected such luxurious accommodations existed on the train.
A personal butler was waiting, having already prepared the room for their arrival. The decor was a rich, dark mahogany with a deep red carpet. Her heart rate spiked as she took in the queen-sized bed filling one wall. There was also a small dining table, which sat four in front of the wall of windows. A tray of meats and cheeses was already laid out waiting for them. The wall opposite the bed had a large flat screen TV in the center and was surrounded by shelves holding books, games, DVD's and expensive looking knick-knacks. A long couch faced the TV, dividing the space and a small door to the left probably led to a private bathroom.
Once again, Jaxson took the lead. "We'd like a bottle of your best champagne brought in along with a carafe of orange juice and a fruit tray."
"Yes, sir. Right away, sir." The butler left in a hurry to do his bidding.
Emma wasn't exactly sure what to do with herself, but Chase solved the problem by leading her by her elbow to the bed. "You should lay down for a bit to make sure you don't get a headache from the bump you got."
The feminist in her wanted to tell the men she could take care of herself, but in all honesty, it felt wonderful to be taken care of just this once. He helped her lay back on the pillows. She only protested when he reached to slip off her sandals and start rubbing her feet.
"What are you doing?"
"Helping you relax."
"What if I don't want to relax?"
His eyes snapped up to hers, a sexy grin on his face. "Of course you want to relax, Emma. Let me help you."
He stated it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The funny thing was, him massaging her feet did help her loosen up, something she never thought she'd do in the presence of the two models.
As she lay there watching Jaxson and Chase in the opulent space, Emma had a distinct feeling she'd left reality and had been thrown into an alternate universe. That had to be the only explanation for how she found herself here with these two extraordinary men.
The threesome said little while they waited for the butler to return. Jaxson busied himself rummaging through his suitcase near the closet while Chase helped her to unwind with his magic fingers. Only after the butler had laid out the food and drinks and had been dismissed by Jaxson, did the atmosphere change.
