She crossed her legs while the phone rang until a heavenly, deep, male voice picked up.

“Hello, Angus Brothers Farm where our meats are organic and grass fed. This is Troy. What can I do for you?”

The rumble of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. “Hello, Troy. It’s Anneke from last night.” She let the last part drip with innuendo.

“Well, hello there, stranger. Didn’t think you’d call.” He chuckled.

She imagined the rise and fall of his chest beneath whatever shirt he wore and found it incredibly sexy. “I didn’t think you’d give me a bogus number, but a girl has to be sure.” She sounded flirty, blithesome.

“Well hon, I never give a woman the wrong number. She might be the right one.” His voice dropped a note. “What’s up?”

“I was hoping,” she twirled the phone cord around her fingers and shifted her weight, “we could get together sometime.”

He waited a beat. “Are you free tonight, Darlin’?”

“I am, but…” She hesitated. The fantasy of having both men satisfy her burned hot within her, so much that it nagged at her.

“But what?”

“I’d like it if Bill joined. Do you mind?” Anneke made sure to let the wanton lust drip from her voice.

“Mind? If I am right about where this is heading, I think he’ll be more than agreeable, babe. What time should we pick you up?”

The cockiness in his voice amused her. Anneke leaned back, her lips parted for a response.

He interrupted her silence. “How about seven tonight? We’ll pick you up at say…the bar?”

“My but you’re fast.” She let out a light, airy laugh.

“I have to be if I want to snag someone like you. You’re quite a prize.” His smile was evident through the phone. Closing her eyes, Anneke visualised his full lips curved upwards in a bow before his pink tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip.

“Flatterer.” Anneke crossed her legs at the ankles and set a hand down on her desk for balance.

“That’s me. Mr. Charm.”

“Well, Mr. Charm,” she let out a giggle, “Seven it is.”

“Great. I’ll tell Bill, and we’ll both be on time.”

“Fabulous.” Anneke leaned forward, setting a hand on her thigh. She was already aroused from her dreams this morning, but the anticipation would make her antsy. “I’ll see you then.”

She hung up the phone, slid off the desk and walked around to sit in her chair. One glance at the clock told her the day couldn’t pass fast enough.

Several hours later, Anneke found herself sitting in the same bar she’d been in with her friends last night, only they were absent. She was dressed in her killer jeans, a pair of stockings and panties complete with garter. A black skin tight sweater hugged her curves in the same manner as the jeans she wore. Pumps completed the outfit. She’d chosen to wear very little makeup, leaving her hair down to frame her face.

She leaned over the bar, nursing a beer. Deciding to skip the last two hours of work to come home early and change for her dates, she’d made up an excuse about how she needed to be home early for her nonexistent cats.

Her boss had let her go without a word other than to thank her for her presentation that morning. Still, he’d seemed irked that she had priorities other than her job.

She’d giddily slipped out of the office and sped home to change into the sexiest thing she could think of: lingerie.

Black seamless stockings attached to a purple and black garter. A matching strapless bra cupped her breasts, holding them up just enough to give any man a decent view of her cleavage. She topped off the outfit with a black, jeans and fuck-me pumps.

This wasn’t an outfit her mother would let her wear to a bar!

She’d already had two guys come onto her and try to buy her drinks, but she’d refused, saying she was waiting for her boyfriend.

The thought of a boyfriend scared them off while it amused the bartender.

“Another round, ma’am?” He reached for her glass.

Checking her watch, she nodded. “I’m early. I’ve got time for one more.” She hoped the boys weren’t insane or assholes. She couldn’t put up with another one of those after dealing with her stupid ex.

The bartender took her glass and refilled it with more beer.

Lifting the glass to her lips, Anneke took a long sip before the sound of the door opening to her left had her turning her gaze on the entrance.

Troy strode through confidently, his long legs encased in denim that showed off how powerful his thighs were. Boots clicked along the floor as his eyes surveyed the place until meeting with Anneke’s.

His smile widened. Behind him, Bill stepped in, dressed in a black, long-sleeve dress shirt and black jeans with matching boots. His hair had been slicked back as had Troy ’s.

The sight of both men dampened her thighs even more. She crossed her legs unconsciously and turned towards both men.

“Hello, boys,” she purred.

Troy was the first to approach, slapping down a bill on the bar. “Keep the change.”

The bartender slid him two open bottles of beer before taking his money.

Bill nodded, licking his lips. “Hi,” he waved.

Troy leaned into Anneke, quickly closing the distance between them. Their lips met. He tasted of beer but smelled more of masculine musk and sandalwood-odd scents for someone who worked on a farm.

His tongue pushed past her lips, stroking the inside of her mouth, claiming her, caressing her tongue in such a manner that her breasts tingled and her back arched.

She hadn’t noticed his hand along the small of her back until then, but sure enough, he’d slid it along her spine and sent waves of pleasure racing upwards.

He broke first from the kiss, a smile on his plump lips.

Gazing into his eyes, she swore she saw sparkles of desire, the tiniest hints of arousal. Pressing a hand to his chest, she found a wall of muscle she wanted to feel more personally.

“My,” she licked her lower lip and leaned into his hand, “you’re good.”

Troy let his hand linger just a moment longer against her back before he slid it along the underside of her ribcage and released her. Taking a sip of his beer, he nodded. “I am always good.”

Bill joined her and set a hand on her bare shoulder. His touch warmed her.

Her nipples hardened beneath the dress, the fabric of the material rubbing against her irritated skin. She shuddered.

“I’m even better,” he whispered against her ear, his breath warm along her earlobe. His tongue trailed along her neck, sending sensations towards her sweet, wet slit.

Goose bumps appeared on her exposed skin. Anneke took a long, deep swig of her beer before setting down an empty mug on the bar. Bill’s strong hands caressed her shoulders.

Troy took a seat beside them both. “Hard day at work?”

She nodded. “Yup. I’m in advertising, and this stupid client we’re dealing with is a pain in the ass.” She nudged Bill’s thighs with her hips, pressing her ass against an already firm erection.

“I can imagine. Bill and I had a hard day.” Troy raised his bottle to his lips.

Bill scoffed, “I had a hard day. Mr. I’m-in-the-office-all-day had me hauling bales of hay for our horses. But it’s no big. I’m strong like that.” Bill flexed an arm for emphasis.

“I see,” Anneke reached around and felt Bill’s bicep. Indeed, he was contracting solid muscle. What would it feel like to have actual strong hands grip her and pump into her from behind?

Jones was such a pussy with touch.

“Something the matter, Darlin’?” Troy leaned forward, keeping his body posture open. He leaned his head on the palm of his hand.

“No,” she sighed in disgust. “You two are just what a girl needs. I had this…” She closed her eyes and searched for the words to describe just what the hell she had with Jones.

“Bad fling?” This came from Bill, whose hands smoothed over her bare shoulders.

“Yeah.” She opened her eyes and turned to face him. His touch was gentle but still laced with hidden passion. Soft eyes reminded her of her someone playful, kind but still open to new ideas… The thought made her smile until she noticed the silence, both men waiting on her next words. “That’s what he was. Only more pathetic.”