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Nico came out with a towel wrapped around his waist, which fell to the ground as he searched for his clothes.
“You are so clumsy, Nico.” Hugo laughed and threw a pillow at his brother, who used it to cover himself up. “What’s the point in hiding that thing now, brother? We’ve all seen it!”
I burst out laughing as Hugo made fun of Nico. They were friends as well as brothers, and that made me like them even more. On the outside, they were the Stepanov brothers, members of the Russian Mafia, and heirs to Erect-it Corporation. Yet on the inside, they were two boys who wanted to have fun.
“Thank you for a lovely evening,” Nico said to me. I started to ask if they’d like to spend the night, but decided that wouldn’t be a good idea. What happened that night couldn’t happen again, especially since we were all doing business together.
“You’re welcome, and thank you too. I’ll see you two in the morning.”
Both of them kissed me on the lips and walked out, never even batting an eye.
I went over to the window, rested my head against it, and looked out. It wasn’t like me to catch feelings for clients, but I was starting to fall for both Hugo and Nico. I’d have to find a way to get over the way that I was feeling, especially since they were members of one of the most prominent Russian mafia families. People knew not to mess with them, and that’s what I had just done.
Even though it killed me inside, I had to stick to my guns. Especially if I wanted to run my own real estate business one day, of course, according to my father, that would only happen if I agreed to be in an arranged marriage.
I shook my head and realized I would deal with that part at a later date.
I climbed into bed and pulled the blankets up to my nose, realizing they smelled just like the Stepanov brothers.
* * *
The sunlight wokeme up early the next morning. Then again, I’d never been one to sleep in late. It was one of the principles that my father had instilled in me.
I decided to wear a pink, vintage Chanel jacket and skirt, along with my mothers’ pearls and white heels. After applying some makeup, I heard a knock at the door.
“That’s odd,” I said while walking to the peephole. There was a female hotel employee behind a cart full of food. “I didn’t order any breakfast.” The woman pushed the cart inside, though.
“Mr. Nico Stepanov sent this up, Ms. Harrington. She put it in front of the beds and then left, leaving me to stand there with a bewildered look on my face. Less than a minute later, Nico knocked on my door.
“Nico, what are you doing here? I thought we agreed on meeting at the office.”
“There’s always time for breakfast, though, right? You can’t possibly go to work on an empty stomach.” I hesitated for a moment, then let him inside to join me.
“This is so sweet,” I said as we both sat down to breakfast. Nico had pushed the cart into the dining room portion of my hotel suite.
“I wasn’t sure what you ate, so I had them make a little bit of everything.” My stomach growled as I looked over the spread. There were pancakes, French toast, mini quiches, muffins, bagels, and plenty of fresh fruit.
“I could easily eat all of this,” I said, “but I may never fit into my clothes again.” Nico blushed while putting pancakes on both of our plates.
“I’m sure you’d still be beautiful,” he said. “I’ve always found thick women quite attractive.”
I smiled while tucking some of my long, blonde hair behind my ear. My father had me on a strict diet because he believed that women could only seal business deals if they were thin and attractive. To hear a man encourage me to eat was a breath of fresh air.
“So, I was talking with your brother last night. You two seem very close.” He nodded and poured us some orange juice.
“He’s my best friend,” he said, “and his approval means everything to me. Except for my father, he’s taught me everything I know about the business.”
“Are you close with your father, too?”
“Of course. Every day I vow to make him proud of me, and I hope to one day be as good of a businessman as Hugo. He’s a few years older though, so therefore he has some more experience.”
“You seem to be doing an outstanding job, Nico. You should give yourself some more credit.”
“Thank you, Michelle. I’m sorry, I mean, Ms. Harrington.” I waved my hand in front of my face.
“Please, we’re eating breakfast the morning after a threesome.”
He smiled, and once again, I found myself falling for his boyish charm.
