you to a filing cabinet.”
He laughed and hurried down to the lobby. He couldn’t wait for Rose to get her present.
* * * *
Rose opened the door after she checked and saw the delivery truck outside her apartment. She smiled at the delivery guy and apologized for keeping him waiting. She couldn’t exactly explain that she was worried two gorgeous men were going to show up and ravish her. She signed for the package and closed the door. She recognized the handwriting on the plain brown paper.
“This better not be a sex tape,” she murmured as she cut the string on the sides of the package, though she knew good and well she’d watch it if it were. It was only a little bigger than a shoebox. She slid the box out of the paper and opened it.
She pushed through the red tissue paper and found a black box with a red rose painted on the lid. She lifted the beautiful box and turned it over when she felt how heavy it was. As she’d suspected, she found a crank on the bottom. She wound it a few times and then set the box down and opened the lid. A sweet lilting melody filled the room. The words Come, follow me had been etched in gold inside the lid of the box.
She rummaged through the tissue paper, but she didn’t find a note or card. She compared the handwriting on the brown paper to the note she’d received a few days earlier to be sure. She loved the music box, but she couldn’t keep it. Keeping the gift would imply that she welcomed Adam and Heath’s advances. As much as she knew she’d enjoy having sex with them again, she didn’t think it was a good idea. She didn’t want a couple of fuck buddies—she wanted a man, one man, who would understand her. She needed a man who was fun both in and out of the bedroom, and for the past few years luck had not been on her side.
She closed the music box and stroked the lid. She didn’t know what to think or believe. It was the nicest gift any man had ever given her. She searched the box again for a note, but she didn’t find one. Were they going to show up on her doorstep one day? Call her? Or were they going to keep sending her notes and presents? They had her attention. Why didn’t either of them talk to her directly? Their first contact had seemed aggressive, so she was puzzled by the patience they seemed to be displaying now. She figured Mallory Le Crosse had contacted them after her phone call. Rose had been told that the men being sent to her were very special to Mallory. Had they fucked her? How many other clients had they been with? Fantasies Fulfilled had very strict testing policies for clients and employees, so Rose wasn’t worried about disease. She was curious about the lifestyle. Adam and Heath had both seemed very into her, but she could dismiss that as part of their job. However, there was no denying how they felt about each other. Did they really both want her, or was one of them accommodating the other’s desires? Mallory had said they both wanted her, but Rose had her doubts.
She remembered the dark-haired man fucking her while the blond watched. She’d been close to orgasm, and the man watching had tangled his fingers in the other one’s hair and planted a very hot kiss on him. The sight of the two men embracing had made her come, which had pleased them both. The dark-haired one had continued to fuck her, drawing her pleasure out longer than she would have believed possible, as the other one broke away and began kissing her breasts after giving her a very wicked smile. The two men had shared other moments like that all night. She would never have believed a story about two people finding love while working in the sex industry, but Heath and Adam seemed to be in love with each other.
“So why are they bothering me?” she asked. She sighed and threw the box and paper away. She left the music box on the coffee table. As she came back into the living room, she noticed that the tune was still playing and realized it hadn’t stopped since she’d