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“What’s going on with Aspen?” Roman asks abruptly.

Roman has always had a knight in shining armor, hero complex and as soon as she said that Aspen was in trouble, I knew that he was hooked.

“She just has enough to worry about without adding either of you guys to the mix,” She says dismissively.

“We’re not trying to cause her any trouble. We just wanted to take her out. Show her a good time, you know?”

Her coworker studies us for a minute before she finally answers.

“The hallway leads to the door to the alley,” she says. “Head around the building and down the alley, there’s a space after the dumpsters where we take our breaks.”

“Thank you!” I say gratefully as we grab our coffees and the bag of food and head out the door.

We jog around the edge of the building and down the alley, slowing to a walk as we get to the dumpster. There she is, sitting on an overturned milk crate, texting on her phone. She looks up at the sound of our footsteps and I see her shoot a glare towards the back door, probably figuring out that her friend was the one who told us where she was.

“Hey, Kitten.” I say cheerily as I take the empty milk crate on one side of her.

Roman leans against the wall, sipping his coffee as he watches her.

“You didn’t come last night.” I say, “We really did miss you.”

“Yeah, I was busy.” She says as she tucks her phone back into her pocket.

“How about tonight?” I ask.

“I have plans.” She says, avoiding eye contact.

She pushes herself off her milk crate and heads to the back door. Roman straightens from the wall.

“Your friend, she said that you were in some kind of trouble.” He says and I can see the worry for her in his eyes.

“I’m fine.” She says as she tugs the back door open.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Kitten.” I call as she steps inside.

I see her steps pause as she walks back inside and I smile. We’re starting to break down her walls.

I stand from my own crate and we walk back down the alley and to our car. Roman passes the muffin over the seat to Jack and we drive to work in silence.

“There’s something different about her.” He says.

“I know. We need to get her to agree to go out with us so that we can figure out what it is.” I say.

We head into the office and I try to focus on work but my mind is racing a million miles an hour, trying to come up with some way to get her to agree to go out with us. Then we could see if she’s it for us or if we can fuck her out of our systems in one night like all of the other girls.

When we leave work, I can tell from Roman’s face that he’s been trying to come up with a way to get her to go out with us all day too.

“We’ll figure it out, Rome.” I say as I throw my arm over his shoulder and we head to the car.

THREE

Roman

I trailbehind Flynn as we march into the coffee shop. We’ve been coming into this shop every morning for four weeks now and she still hasn’t accepted any of our invitations. We’ve tried everything we can think of. We invited her to different nightclubs, bars, and even just a night in our bed but she’s turned them all down.

We even thought that maybe she was intimidated by there being two of us. This kind of lifestyle isn’t for everyone and we thought we could ease her into it. For a whole week, we took turns going into the coffee shop one at a time. That person would ask her out but would be upfront about it being with both of us. Still no. Then we thought that maybe she didn’t want both of us, just one and we spent a week trying to figure out if she had a preference between us. She treated both of us indifferently though.

The second week we both went in together and we didn’t ask her out. Instead, we just tried to get her to talk to us. She would give us curt answers but that was it. The third week, we went back to inviting her out but she’s still turning us down flat.

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