Page 15 of Theirs to Treasure
The man draws my tab back toward him, but not before I catch a glimpse of the total at the bottom. Over four hundred dollars. Without a tip.
Holy crapballs.
“Thank you both.” I totally mean it. Then, with a smile that encompasses them both, I say, “Enjoy your evening.” Grabbing my tiny purse, I turn away and take a wobbly step toward the entrance.
In that instant, my knees weaken, and the room spins around me.
Once more, Forrest is there, one large hand pressed against the middle of my back, another beneath my elbow, catching me and simultaneously offering support.
And that’s a good thing.
I was dizzy to begin with, but his electric touch arcs through me, and I’m unable to stand up by myself.
Without me being consciously aware of his actions, he guides me to a chair at the table they’d been sitting at.
A few seconds later, Zev slides a glass of water in front of me.
I press my fingers to my temples. “I’m sorry. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.”
As if the day’s events weren’t enough, being the center of their attention is too, too much.
“How long has it been since you ate?” Zev asks, taking a seat.
“I don’t know.” Did I snack on something this morning? “The rehearsal dinner last night, maybe?” I guess.
“Drinking four shots on an empty stomach was a terrible idea.”
I scowl at Forrest. Though I refuse to admit it out loud, the overbearing older brother is correct.
“How about we treat you to dinner?” Zev’s invitation takes all my attention away from the annoying Forrest.
“Thank you.” I smile at him. “But I’ll be fine.”
“But we won’t be.” Zev places a hand above his heart.
It’s all I can do not to laugh at his outrageous antics.
“Give us a chance to be chivalrous and show you that all men are not assholes.”
I hazard a glance at Forrest. “But some of them certainly are.”
“True,” Zev agrees so fast that it surely can’t be the first time he’s apologized for his sibling’s overbearing manner.
“What do you say, Anna?” Zev asks.
Forrest leans forward and regards me closely. “You’re going to say yes.”
His voice is as commanding as it is hypnotic.
“Mostly because you want to. But partially because you’re curious.” He pauses. “About what it’s like to get those orgasms, not just from one man, but from two.”
“You want the honeymoon of your dreams,” Zev adds. “You deserve it.”
Forrest holds my gaze and refuses to let it go. “And we’re going to make your dreams come true.”
“Those are big words, Mr. Donnelly.”
“Are they?” His voice is laced with confidence that borders on arrogance. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”