Brothers

#2

The two brothers sit on the couch in the penthouse,
waiting for the prey to walk into the trap.

"I just got a text, brooke is on the way up in the
elevator" Cillian said shoving his phone back into
the pocket of his suit.

"Fuck, I knew she would be punctual"
"Nervous Tom?" Cillian asks standing up to go wait
by the door, "you don't seem the type",

Tom follows heavy footed,
"look let's just be gentle about this. Save the punishments for the following week. No matter how much she acts up, let's just both agree to use kind words and hands'

"I thought force was your forte"

"Which is why I don't want to use it. You see how it
really fucks up a person. It wouldn't take much to
really hurt her'
"Delicate thing" Tom mutters to himself.

"Kind words and kind hands" Cillian agrees.

The opening of the door was greeted by the ding of
the elevator as it reaches its destination.

Both brothers hold their breath as they watch
brooke evacuate the elevator, her head turned in
thanking the bell boy for bringing her up.

"Hello, love" Cillian calls, leaning against the door
frame.
Brooke smiles back, waking towards the
Brothers. Not knowing that once she entered the
door frame she would never walk out again.

Her hair was clipped back again to toms dismay.
Her clothes were formal but worn. The white
blouse had previous coffee stains on the sleeve and
a loose thread had escaped from her black pencil
skirt. She wore black stockings that acted more as
socks against the hardness of her black ankle boots
then protection against the cold.

"Good morning, Mr and Mr dire !" Walking down the short hallway from the elevator to the door, she stretches out her hand holding a white slip of paper

"What's this?" Cillian asks taking it from her once
she got close enough, his other hand touching the
small of her back to propel her inside.

Tom delays following them. Ensuring that the door closed properly and there was a little red light.

Using the force on her back he guides her to the
couch where the brothers where previously sat. His
heart beats in his chest from the contact, worried
that looking at her would lead to actions that he
can't take back, he focuses on the slip of paper
instead.

"They are my references from previous employers"
Brooke takes a seat, holding her purse tightly on
her lap due to nerves.

"Ah, look at this brother. Hard working, eager to
Please" he teases, passing the paper to Tom.

"Heart of gold" Tom reads off, "that's nice, isn't it"

Both brothers take a seat opposite of brooke and
for the first time since leaving the elevators he
could focus on what was in-front of her.

She was struck by how gorgeous both of the men
where. Although different, close inspection could
identify them as related.

Tom had a fighters body, adorned in plain dark
blue suit pants and a crisp white shirt. Broad
shoulders leading on to thick arms. Physically
perfect with the exception of slightly crooked
bottom teeth.
Cillian on the other hand was lean. Just enough
mussel to fight off the average man but enough
brains to avoid it. His chiseled face which held his
light blue eyes captivated woman as they passed.
Having little use for his body beyond general
movements, he dresses up in more confining
clothes then Tom. He wore a full black suit with a
matching black silk shirt, the buttons opened
slightly at the top.