“Oh, I’ve—”
“Never heard of it,” Sebastian said, finishing my sentence. “Don’t worry. No one else has heard of it, either.”
“Sorry.”
“Oh, don’t be. The people of Romerius are happy to be unknown. The people of Monaco envy us slightly.”
“Oh? Why is that?”
“Because they are inundated with tourists now.”
“But doesn’t tourism bring you money?”
“Money is so crass.” Sebastian made a face and I laughed inside. Only someone with money would think that needing money was crass.
I thought back to my student loans and other bills and knew that I wouldn’t turn up my nose at any job or endeavor that was going to bring me money. But then I suppose that was why I was working for his brother. If I had money, there was no way I would stay at a job that made me compromise my own feelings—no matter how hot I thought the guy was.
I changed the subject. “So did you do the homework?”
“Of course. Do you think I want the wrath of my brother?”
“I guess not.” A chill ran through me at his words. I had nearly forgotten that Sebastian and Xavier were brothers.
“What painting did you choose?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
“No fair.” He shook his head. “Tell me.”
“Nope.”
“Tell me.” He grinned and reached over to tickle me.
“No!” I squealed as his fingers reached under my arms and tickled me. “Stop.” I giggled as he continued and I tried to pull away. My hair fell in front of my eyes, and Sebastian gently pushed it away.
“You have beautiful eyes, Lola.” He smiled gently and my heart skipped a beat. Was he flirting with me?
“Good morning, class.” Xavier walked into the room, his voice booming. I looked up at him, and he was glaring at me. “I do hope that people remember this is a classroom, a place we come to learn, and not a brothel, a place you go to pick up a whore.”
He stared right at me, and I gasped, shocked at his words and the cold look in his eyes. What was his problem? Was he upset because I’d left him with a hard-on in his house? What had he expected to happen this morning?
“Looks like big bro’s in a great mood again this morning,” Sebastian sighed. “He needs to just get laid or something.”
“He’s single, right?” I mumbled, trying to pretend like I didn’t care.
“Well—” Sebastian started and then stopped as Xavier stared at us again.
“Today, class, we will all be sharing our favorite paintings. I hope everyone has come prepared to discuss their favorite painting.” Xavier’s voice was harsh, and I could tell that he was staring at me in anger.
“My favorite painting is Sunflowers by Van Gogh,” I whispered to Sebastian, avoiding Xavier’s stare.
“That’s so funny. That’s my favorite painting as well.” Sebastian grinned at me. “I guess we must be soul mates.”
“Haha.” I laughed and smiled at him widely. Take that, Xavier, I thought to myself.
“If the two of you are done, can we continue with the class?” Xavier glared up at us. “And, Lola, I need to speak to you after class.”
“Yes, sir.” I tried not to roll my eyes.
“Sorry.” Sebastian made a face, and I shrugged.
“It’s fine. He hates me.”
“He probably wants to tell you that you have bad taste in paintings.”
“Sebastian.” Xavier’s voice was loud, and the class went quiet. “Please have some respect for the rest of the class and keep quiet.”
“Yes, Professor Van Romerius.” He rolled his eyes and then looked at the front of the class. “Who told me to take a class where my brother was the professor?” he whispered, and then we both sat back and listened to the other students talk about their favorite paintings before class ended.
***
“Sebastian, I need to talk to Lola privately.” Xavier stared down at his younger brother as we made our way out of the room at the end of class.
I couldn’t stop myself from comparing them. They were both incredibly handsome, though there was something darker and more masculine about Xavier. He had more of a presence about him. I supposed it was what made him a man and Sebastian a boy. I shivered as I stared at his hands as he pointed them towards the door. I was reminded of his fingers on my skin, and I wanted to reach over and grab ahold of them. Something about Xavier brought out a primal urge in me that I couldn’t resist. If he told me to bend over the desk and pull my pants down, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to say no.
“I’ll see you later, Lola.” Sebastian walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“Bye, Sebastian.” I smiled at him and tried not to blush at his kiss. “See ya tomorrow or something.”
“Out. Now.” Xavier’s voice was hard, and we both watched as his brother exited the room. “You’re playing with fire.” He turned to look at me.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re playing with fire, Lola.” He stepped towards me. “Do you really think I’m going to be okay with you flirting with my brother?”
“What?” My voice grew louder, but inside I was smiling. Was he jealous?
“Stay away from Sebastian.” His eyes looked at me in distaste.
“Sorry. What?” The color left my face as I surveyed him.
“You are not the sort of girl he should be with.”
“Are you joking?” I blinked at him, trying not to lose it.
“I don’t joke, Lola.” He stepped closer towards me and I stepped back.
“You can’t tell me to not see Sebastian.”
“He’ll never commit to you.” He shook his head. “You will never be the girl for him—and not just because you have had sex with me.”
“How dare you bring that up!” I gasped.
“I know you haven’t told him.” His eyes glowered. “You haven’t told him that you’ve known his brother intimately, have you? You haven’t told him that I have possessed your body. That I’ve had you screaming out my name in ecstasy as I’ve brought you to climax after climax.”
I stared at him silently, refusing to acknowledge his words. I shouted inwardly at my body as my stomach did flip-flops and I felt a light pressure building up in my panties.