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  She Wants to Have Both Billionaires

  (Serial Menage Romance)

  She Wants Both Billionaires Book 1

  Trixie Wood

  Text copyright 2015 Trixie Wood.

  All rights reserved. Any resemblance of fictional characters to real persons is entirely coincidental.

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  I was tempted to tell Jax to go it alone with Merrick Holtz and try my luck with Virginia in the country club locker room. But I knew Virginia wouldn’t just go for something like that so soon. Even if she had let me make her come at lunch. She wasn’t the type of girl who just said yes to everything and anything.

  At the same time, there was another reason I didn’t exactly want to get Virginia alone. Don’t get me wrong—I wanted her badly. Her thick legs, curvy body, full hips. She was pretty much the ideal woman in every way.

  Really, I wanted her worse than I had wanted a woman in a long, long time. But I could tell that Jax wanted her too. Normally, this would set off a competitive fire in me. Virginia, however, was not normal. She was the type of woman who could handle two men—at once.

  I watched her sit on a bench and put her golf shoes on. I couldn’t help but try and sneak a peek up her skirt. I felt a tremor in my cock when I saw a flash of her white panties. I couldn’t help but think back to a few years ago, when Jax and I had also both wanted the same girl. We had never talked about what happened.

  But I was sure that the flashbacks I regularly enjoyed—her curvy, full body writhing on my cock as she took him in her mouth, sucking the full length of his cock down her throat—were also stored somewhere in his memory bank. Somewhere with easy access.

  It had happened. And I had never had sex quite as good—as electric, as passionate—since.

  But I shook the thought from my head. Like I said, Virginia wasn’t that type of girl. Plus, I liked her so much. I mean, I was having ludicrously romantic thoughts about her. Feeding strawberries to her in bed, buying her a dream house, sailing on a yacht around the world together kind of dreams. If I shared her with Jax, that fantasy could never become reality. Right?

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1: Virginia

  Chapter 2: Zack

  Chapter 3: Virginia

  Chapter 4: Zack

  Chapter 5: Virginia

  Chapter 6: Zack

  Chapter 7: Virginia

  Chapter 8: Zack

  Chapter 9: Virginia

  Chapter 10: Zack

  Chapter 11: Virginia

  Chapter 1: Virginia

  I’d heard of Jax Daniels and Zack Holmes—everyone in America had. They were the hottest celebrity billionaires of the new generation, friends from college who rode their $12 billion startup valuation into the hearts and wallets of the American public. They were on tabloids, in GQ and Men’s Health, and regularly courtside at Lakers games. Impossibly good-looking.

  They had the classic good-guy/bad-guy dynamic, according to reports: Jax was the haughty, closed-off, brilliant jackass; Zack was press-friendly, philanthropic, and a charming guest on late night TV. They’d met at Stanford when they were 18. Six years later, they each had a personal valuation well over $5 billion.

  And I was about to meet them for the first time. I was a 25-year-old communications manager for FirePeak Investments. We wanted to buy them out, and they knew it.

  They met us in the boardroom and shook our hands, one by one. I was last in line. I could feel my heart pounding when it became my turn to meet them.

  “Hello,” said Zack Holmes. “I’m Zack. It’s nice to meet you.”

  “Virginia,” I said. “You too.”

  Jax met me with a scowl. When he spoke, he talked to my boss as if I wasn’t even in the room. “You guys really didn’t need to bring so many people. This meeting won’t last very long.”

  “How about we have a seat?” suggested Zack.

  I wasn’t supposed to say anything until the end, when I had to ask some pre-determined questions. So I didn’t really have any reason to pay attention, and thank God. It wasn’t easy to concentrate in that room. Jax and Zack were every bit as outlandishly handsome as it seemed from afar. Each part of them, from the perfectly smooth jaw of Zack to the messy hair and untrimmed facial hair of Jax, seemed to be from a movie.

  I was so awestruck it took me five minutes to realize my blouse’s top button was undone. I felt myself growing red in the face as I tried to secure it, but it was tough to do discreetly. I’m not a small woman—five foot seven and 152 pounds—and my bust accounts for a healthy portion of my weight. I’ve been called curvy by admirers.

  So I basically mashed at my breasts for thirty seconds before getting the button secured. When I looked up, my boss was looking at me.

  “Virginia?” he said.

  “Yes, I’m sorry, I had an issue with my shir—”

  “You have some questions for Mr. Holmes and Mr. Daniels, correct?”

  I swallowed. “Oh! Yes, just give me a second.”

  Could it be any more obvious that I was lost in space? I just knew my boss was fuming. Luckily, I quickly found the page upon which I had written my questions down.

  “How large is your communications budget, including marketing, press, advertising, payroll, and any other efforts that fall under the communications umbrella?” I asked.

  “I feel like we already answered this question,” said Jax, rolling his eyes and shaking his head slightly.

  Zack smiled. “For SendTrue, it’s just over 21 million annually, Virginia.”

  I felt a little rush of heat when he said my name. But I needed to focus.

  “And is that forecasted to change significantly in the next fiscal year?”

  “Yes, we’re going to raise that by ten per—”

  “Jesus Christ! It’s one thing to come in here and act like you’re not just trying to buy our company out from under us. But to waste our time with this drivel? We answered all of these questions less than five minutes ago!” Jax was irate.

  I was mortified. Even Zack had an irritated look on his face. Thankfully, though, he directed it towards Jax.

  “Cool it, Jax,” he said. He turned to me. “Ten percent.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice shaky. “Now, I hope I’m not doing it again, but—”

  “It’s fine,” said my boss, clearly very annoyed. “Virginia, no need to ask more questions. He looked around at our team, spending an extra second glaring at me. “We’re done here for now. Mr. Daniels, Mr. Holmes, do you have an extra minute or two? After my team leaves, I’d like to talk to you briefly one-on-two.”

  Hot in the face and completely embarrassed, I got up out of my chair and followed the rest of my team out of the room. I closed the door behind me and then found a wall to lean against; my legs felt weak. It was going to take all of my energy to compose myself.

  I’d gotten my breathing under control, at least, by the time my boss exited the room. He closed the door behind him.

  “Virginia,” he said. “They would like to speak to you now.”

  Chapter 2: Zack

  The poor girl looked genuinely frightened as she entered the room. She closed the door behind her timidly. Then she turned around.

  “I am so sorry, Jax—er, Mr. Daniels. I am so sorry, Mr. Holmes.”

  “What are you sorry for?” I asked her. “I asked you to come back in so we could apologize. More importantly, so Jax could say he’s sorry for being such a sarcastic little asshole.”

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sp; “His idea,” said Jax. “I am not going to apologize. This is the business world, girlie. Pay attention or don’t show up.”

  “Jax doesn’t mean…” I started to say. But then I stopped. “Okay. Jax is a prick. I just wanted to say that you shouldn’t take it personally. He’s like this to everyone.”

  “So I hear,” she said. The beginnings of a smile flickered across her face.

  “Relax, miss,” said Jax. “He just wants to get into your pants.”

  I played it off. “Real nice, Jax.”

  But what he said wasn’t so far from the truth. From the moment she’d walked in, this girl—Virginia—had something special about her. I could feel it when she touched my hand. She wasn’t unhealthily skinny or ridiculously fitted with fake blonde hair like so many of the girls I met in the business.

  “I hope you don’t think I’m as crude as Jax would make it seem,” I said, “but as a way of apologizing for him, I was hoping I could show you one of my favorite lunch spots in the city.”

  I could hear Jax snickering. Even with billions of dollars to my name, I could still sound like a complete nerd in front of women. Something about strong legs and breasts that struggled to contain themselves inside of blouses did that to me.

  “You want to take me to lunch?” she said.

  I smiled. “Is that so hard to believe?”

  “Yes. Well, um, no, I mean it’s not hard to believe. Well, I don’t…But yes, I’d love to go to lunch.”

  She didn’t look too happy about it.

  “Is something wrong?” I asked. “I mean, you definitely don’t have to—”

  “No, it’s just that when I walked in here I thought I was going to receive a dressing-down—”

  “Oh, he wants to give you a dressing-down all right.”

  Jax had flustered her again. I couldn’t blame her. He really was turning up the asshole dial this morning.

  “I mean, I thought you were going to be upset with how I wasted your time. But this is kind of the opposite. So I’m just a little surprised, that’s all.”

  “Well, good. We’re not upset. Even if Jax can’t keep anything to himself. Meet me downstairs in the lobby at 12:30.”

  After she’d left the room, closing the door behind her, Jax turned to me. “She’s got a nice ass, I’ll give you that.”

  I was pretty pissed off at him by this point. “She didn’t deserve that.”

  “What?”

  “That antagonistic attitude of yours. You didn’t need to try and make her feel like shit on purpose.”

  “So what?” he said. “What the fuck do you care? You’re one of the richest men in the world. Start acting like it.”

  “Do you even listen to yourself?” I asked. “You sound like the type of rich assholes who didn’t give us the time of day when we were trying to get off the ground.”

  He turned to look at me, a sharp retort on the tip of his tongue. But then his face softened. “Whatever. I guess you’re right. But stop this holier-than-thou bullshit. Don’t try to pretend like you’re doing anything but chasing tail.”

  I laughed and shook my head. He was wrong—I know I’d just met her, but I already I could tell my desire was more than just physical (though there was plenty of that too).

  I wasn’t going to try and convince Jax, though.

  Chapter 3: Virginia

  Sometimes you do everything wrong and it still doesn’t matter. Good things happen.

  I bounced away from the door after I’d closed it, trying to float on the clouds for as long as I could. Sure, the pressure was gnawing away at me—what were you supposed to do at lunch with Zack Holmes?—but considering the alternative, I would take this. Yes, I would definitely prefer this option.

  “I hope I don’t need to tell you what an embarrassment you were in there,” my boss spat. “I bet they gave you an earful.”

  “Actually, they apologized,” I said, proudly. “Well, he apologized. Mr. Holmes. And he’s asked to have lunch with me this afternoon. Given the business importance, I feel as if I’ll have to miss our afternoon meeting.”

  My boss looked horrified, as if he was retreating into some shell. Finally, he said, “Well you better be more prepared next time. We certainly didn’t bring you along for your figure.”

  His comment hit me like a punch in the gut. He’d always been an asshole, but that was the worst thing he’d ever said to me. It felt for a second like I couldn’t breathe.

  How could he be so rude? This was the 21st century. You can’t just go around saying sexist, horrible things like that to women. Even if they aren’t model-slim. Even if they might have a bit of extra weight in their hips.

  Even as I felt anger well up inside me, though, I felt a heavy sense of shame. I had performed abominably in the meeting. If I tried to look objectively at what had just happened, it was a complete mystery as to why I hadn’t been scorned by Zack.

  Don’t let men define your sense of worth, I told myself over and over again. But it was tough not to be affected by it, especially when one was your boss and the other two were perhaps the biggest current celebrities in the business world. And when they were both so fucking hot.

  That brought to mind something else: Jax had kept saying that Zack wanted to get in my pants. I was sure he was just trying to be an asshole, to antagonize me like he obviously loved to do so much. But what if that wasn’t the case? What if Zack Holmes really wanted me?

  No, I told myself. No way. He just feels bad. He just doesn’t want some stupid story to break out about sexism at FirePeak. He’s just buttering the chubby girl up.

  And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it that way. I was a professional woman, not some hookup. Not some slut he could just fuck because he’s Zack freaking Holmes. Virginia Wright would not become a notch in anybody’s belt. Even if that belt tightened around the waist of a billionaire.

  Chapter 4: Zack

  People treated you differently when you had a lot of money. They expected more of you in some ways, but they also deferred to you. You could never tell if someone was being genuine.

  Maybe that was what appealed to me so much about Virginia. I knew she was real from the moment I met her.

  She met me promptly at 12:30 in the lobby. Something was slightly different about her—maybe just the way she held herself.

  “It’s nice to see you again,” she said, speaking first. “Where are we going? Some hoity-toity billionaires-only deck smack dab in the middle of the San Francisco skyline.”

  I smiled. “Oh God, no. I only go there when I have to. Unless you want to, of course.”

  “Well, I can’t say it sounds bad to an ordinary girl like me. But it’s your choice—you’re the one who suggested we do lunch.”

  Her bright eyes made my knees go weak. And she had such a nice smile—full lips, straight, perfect teeth, and dimples. I loved dimples.

  “I thought I’d take you to a little place I used to go when Jax and I were just getting on our feet,” I said. “It’s all the way in Sunset. I hope you don’t mind.”

  She shrugged. “I’m having a business lunch with a very important partner,” she said. “We can take all the time we need.”

  Damn it. A “partner?” Was that all she saw me as? I didn’t expect her to fawn over me like all the other greedy, plastic women I encountered in the course of a day, but I at least thought I’d gotten the point across when I asked her to have lunch with me. It would be tough to change her perception now without just coming out with it and being blunt.

  But my frustration waned as my driver made our way through the San Francisco traffic. Virginia was so funny, so down to earth, that I realized I would enjoy her company even if she didn’t want to do anything more. Of course, that didn’t make me want her any less. It just made me feel less upset by the fact that she wanted this lunch to remain strictly professional.

  I’d opted against the bulky, city-phobic limo, instead choosing the Rolls Royce. Just a front seat and a back seat, li
ke any other car. Except it was worth about two hundred grand. And it felt like it. I hated the requirements of being a billionaire, but I enjoyed its perks from time to time. Virginia complimented the car, but after that she acted like she was in a Corolla. It couldn’t have made me happier.

  We talked about business, baseball, and the city.

  “This is probably not something you hear every day,” she said, “but I am a huge San Diego Padres fan. I grew up with my dad basically worshiping Tony Gwynn. He always thought he was so underappreciated.”

  “Damn! I was hoping you weren’t a Giants fan, but that’s just because I like the Dodgers,” I told her. “I guess it’s better than being a Giants fan. Not that they haven’t been so good lately. It’s just that everyone is obsessed.”

  “Tell me about it. I went to this grilled cheese place the other day. They actually seared the Giants logo into the bread,” she said. “I mean, give me a break.”

  “I know that place!” I said. “It’s right by the Marina, right?”

  “That’s the one. I’d say I’m never going back there again, but the sandwich was actually incredibly good. I ate it in, like, two bites.”

  It’s a horrible thing to have to say, but most of the women I met on a daily basis would never eat a grilled cheese, and if they did they wouldn’t admit it. I love food. Talk about the perks of being a billionaire—there was nothing I enjoyed more than the ability to eat anything I wanted, whenever I wanted. But that was just one of the many topics that were off limits to the type of bone-thin silicone-enhanced girls I found myself talking too all too often.

  How refreshing to have a conversation with a real woman, a real human. She had real things to talk about, real desires. And a very real body. It was hard not to glance at her muscular legs, exposed inch by inch by a skirt that was riding up on the leather seats of the Rolls. And her breasts—whenever we hit a bump, they actually bounced. Definitely no silicone there. I felt myself literally salivate as I stole a glance at her cleavage.