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  Male Order, Texas 5

  A Bride for Two Babes

  New York businesswoman Emilie Benson feels like she’s been banished into exile upon arriving in Male Order, Texas to sell her father’s baseball team, the Dallas Outlaws. The last thing on her mind is falling in love, but when she meets the sexy twins interested in buying her father’s team, she realizes she may be getting more than she bargained for.

  Grayson and Gavin Stephens have grown up loving baseball, so deciding to become the owners of a Major League Baseball team feels like the perfect plan. Especially when the mysteriously seductive Emilie Benson comes waltzing into their life! When Emilie becomes their lover, it doesn’t take long for the twins to realize she is the woman of their dreams.

  As sole heir to her father’s company, however, there’s another man who desires Emilie. And he will stop at nothing to keep the twins away from her.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 44,728 words

  A BRIDE FOR TWO BABES

  Male Order, Texas 5

  Edith DuBois

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  A BRIDE FOR TWO BABES

  Copyright © 2011 by Edith DuBois

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  A BRIDE FOR TWO BABES

  Male Order, Texas 5

  EDITH DUBOIS

  Copyright © 2011

  Chapter 1

  A billow of gray smoke plumed around Emilie Benson’s face as she stared out the glass walls of her father’s high-rise executive suite. Hundreds of feet below, New York sprawled out and away from her. As she watched the bustle and the hurry of the city’s occupants, she took another deep drag on the Gitane Blonde cigarette perched between her two fingers. She’d developed quite an affinity for the brand when she attended boarding school in France as a young girl.

  Taking a deep drag in an attempt to dissipate the frustration tangled inside her, she thought over the board meeting that had finished a little over an hour ago. Her father, Ralph Benson—CEO, chairman, and principle shareholder for his company, Haymitch-Benson—had announced to the board members that Emilie and Principle Advisor, Julian Steele, would be leaving on Monday for Dallas, Texas to discuss selling his baseball team, the Dallas Outlaws.

  It was the first Emilie had heard of these plans.

  She had smiled tightly at the board members, shot her father a glance that said “We will be discussing this,” and then nodded stiffly at Julian. His returning smile held a wry sympathy. They’d both been surprised by her father’s boardroom announcements too many times to count. She doubted if Julian had heard of the plans, either.

  Hearing the office door open behind her and then her father’s footsteps as he moved to his desk, Emilie straightened her back. Not wanting to turn around and face him until she felt completely composed inside, she waited until she heard the trickle of scotch pouring into his glass.

  “How long do you plan on fuming by the window, Em?” he said, his gravelly tone possessing a tinge of humor.

  She took one last lengthy drag on the Gitane then turned to face her father with a small half-smile playing on her lips. “Not long, Papa.”

  Having spent most of her childhood in France, she had never completely lost her accent, and it lent a small lilt to her speech. She still referred to her parents in French as Papa and Maman, and to her, it was an endearment.

  Her father’s eyes followed her as she moved to his desk, smashing the burning tip of her cigarette into the ashtray there. Leaning a hip against her father’s desk, she looked into his face for a long moment, trying to fathom a reasonable explanation as to why he would send her to God-knows-where Texas with instructions to sell his beloved baseball team.

  “Tell me the truth, Papa,” she said. “Are you dying?”

  Ralph Benson’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he laughed. “You and your mother are so morbidly romantic. Everything is tragedy, tragedy, tragedy with you two.”

  “Yes, but you didn’t answer the question.”

  Her father shrugged. “I’m getting old, Em, yes, but I am not dying. Rest assured. I bought the Outlaws almost thirty-five years ago, just after I married your mother. Originally, I had planned on making it a gift, an inheritance, to my son.”

  Emilie lifted an eyebrow. She didn’t have any brothers.

  Her father, Ralph Benson, was a self-made man. After leaving his working-class family in Boise, Idaho to attend an East Coast school for business and finance, he’d quickly ascended the ranks. With a reputation for making swift, unpredictable decisions that often left his competitors scratching their heads, Ralph Benson had built
Haymitch-Benson from nothing and turned it into one of the most lucrative investment firms, not only in the United States, but in the world.

  And Emilie Benson was his sole heir.

  “I find it hard to believe that you are just now realizing that you don’t have a son, Papa.” Emilie said, lighting another Gitane.

  “All right, Miss Emilie. Your displeasure has been noted.”

  She sucked in some more smoke through her teeth, chafing at his condescension, but she quickly composed herself. Her lips curled up in a little answering half-smile as she let the smoke fall out of her mouth in thick, curling waves.

  “Unless you want the team?” her father asked.

  Emilie let out a bark of laughter.

  “That’s what I thought. So I’ve decided that now is the time to sell.”

  “It seems you’ve also decided that it’s absolutely imperative that I travel out to the middle of nowhere—”

  “Dallas isn’t the middle of nowhere.”

  “—to meet with some spoiled little rich kids who want to buy up their favorite baseball team because they have nothing better to do with their time? Why would you want me to do this? I know nothing about baseball, nothing about Texas, and especially nothing about spoiled little rich kids. You, of all people, are aware of this.”

  “Your mother and I have our anniversary this week. She’ll have my head on a platter if I miss it.”

  Emilie narrowed her eyes at her father. “So?”

  “So...this team is special to me, Em,” he said, peering at her through his hawkish amber eyes. “Before I can consider selling it to anyone, I need to know that whoever buys it will care about it as much as I have. These brothers are born and bred Texans, and they are ready to buy. In this, I trust your judgment, and your judgment alone. You know people, and I wouldn’t allow anyone else, apart from myself, to handle this.”

  Emilie considered his words for a long moment. Walking around the desk to her father, she bent and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “I will go, Papa. I will not enjoy my time there, and I will not derive much pleasure from my task. But I will go, and I will do this for you.”

  Her father smiled up at Emilie and said, with much warmth in his voice, “Thank you.”

  Emilie nodded once and then left his office. She had some packing to do.

  Chapter 2

  Gavin Stephens stared openly at the woman shaking his hand. There was no other word for her. She was absolutely, completely and totally a woman. Surrounding her pale, lightly freckled face was the silkiest, blackest hair he’d ever seen. She had it loosely coiled at the nape of her neck, but it pillowed her face in a wavy pattern. Bright blue eyes rimmed with coal black eyelashes stared back at him from beneath hooded eyes. A small smile played on her plump red lips. She had that little dip at the crest of her top lip. Gavin loved that little dip.

  And her breasts, her perfect breasts, could not be hidden. Even in a suit, he could tell they would be like two little morsels of heaven to hold and suck and bite and devour. She wore no blouse beneath the jacket of her suit, and it fell open at the top, revealing tantalizing white flesh that he wanted to run his tongue over. And then he wanted his tongue to go down and down and down until he could taste the sweet, forbidden cream that he would draw out of her.

  “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stephens,” she said in a soft, husky voice, yanking him from his reverie. She tried to pull her hand out of his grip, but he held fast, not willing to surrender that small point of contact with her.

  “Likewise, Miss Benson,” he said, running his thumb over the smooth skin at the base of her thumb in a suggestive pattern.

  Emilie said nothing, only met his gaze fully, the small smile still curling her beautiful lips ever so slightly. Gavin thrilled at the hot spark of desire lurking in the depths of her eyes. His cock suddenly made its uncomfortable presence known.

  He released her hand as her escort, Julian Steele—a middle-aged man with sharp blue eyes and silver-streaked black hair—tugged at her elbow, urging her through the throng of people who were all waiting to meet the New York billionaire socialite. Turning to his twin brother, Grayson, as Emilie moved away from their part of the Club Room, he caught his brother’s eye. They didn’t have to say it. He knew his brother’s expression mirrored his own and that they were both smitten. Smiling, Gavin raised the Shiner in his hand to his lips, taking a hearty swig, trying to cool his insides.

  When Grayson had first approached Gavin about buying the Texas Outlaws, Gavin had been skeptical. Lately, Grayson had been coming up with all sorts of schemes, some new business venture that he thought would help to begin making a name for the brothers.

  Not that Gavin didn’t want to make a name for himself, but he was twenty-four years old, for Christ’s sake. He figured he had a few more years to enjoy the rebel-without-a-cause phase of his life. Grayson, however, kept coming at him with various propositions. A couple months ago, it had been Ellis Enterprises and clean energy. The company had experienced some trouble with the Ellis Eco-Energy Department in the past and was still recovering from pretty heavy losses. After that, it had been something about creating and marketing the “Male Order brand.” Grayson got pretty crazy about that idea, going so far as to suggest running for some sort of civil office. Gavin fell off his chair laughing at that one.

  Gavin’s lack of enthusiasm for each of Grayson’s subsequent schemes had managed to dampen Grayson’s verve until each of his ideas eventually fizzled out. Last week, though, when Grayson mentioned his idea to buy the Texas Outlaws, Gavin had to admit to an inkling of curiosity.

  All their life, the twins had been sports lovers. From the moment their toddler hands learned how to grip, there had been some type of sports apparatus in them. They’d participated in almost every sport throughout their school years—football, track and field, even curling for a little while. It was baseball, though, that claimed Gavin’s heart and soul. He loved baseball. He loved everything about baseball.

  He loved watching baseball, waiting each tense moment between pitches, knowing that a few seconds could alter completely the course of the game. He loved playing baseball, making split-second decisions that could either save or doom his team. He loved coaching baseball, sharing such heights of joy when his little leaguers hit their first ball or struck someone out for the first time. The thought of owning a Major League Baseball team had Gavin’s interest well-piqued.

  And now that he’d met Emilie Benson, he was starting to think that maybe this time Grayson’s idea could turn into something real.

  With his brother standing next to him doing the same, Gavin watched Emilie across the room. She stood next to one of the large windows at the front of the room. The Club Room was positioned behind home plate, and its occupants could observe the goings on of the entire stadium. Gavin and his brother had season tickets, but they usually preferred a seat closer to the field just to the left of home plate. This afforded them prime positioning to watch any excitement that went on at the home plate and first base. Up in the Club Room, with only ten minutes until the national anthem and then the first pitch, Gavin could see that the stadium was practically full.

  Emilie stood staring out the window, taking a moment for herself away from the others, it looked like to Gavin. She pulled a little silver case and a packet of matches out of her suit pocket. He liked that she didn’t lug a purse around with her, just carried what she needed on her person. She took a cigarette out of the case, and holding it delicately between two slender fingers, lit the match and then the end of the cigarette in one deft motion.

  She closed her eyes as she took the first deep breath, and while Gavin didn’t particularly care for smoking himself, he couldn’t help feeling a stir of pleasure as he watched her features relax, bringing that intriguing little smile back to her lips.

  Before she could make it to the second drag, though, one of the Club Room attendants scampered over to her. Gavin could hear his nasally, high-pitched voice all the way across
the room. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but this is a non-smoking room. If you wish to smoke, you’ll need to exit to the Lexus Balcony located down the hallway on the right.”

  The smile disappeared from Emilie’s lips, and Gavin felt like marching over to the obnoxious pissant and smacking his impertinent jaw. But then Emilie put the cigarette to her lips again, took a long, lingering draw and drilled her eyes into the attendant until Gavin could see the little man literally squirming beneath her gaze. After what had to be more than half a minute, she finally let the smoke curl out of her mouth. She stood close enough to the attendant that, since she stood a good four inches taller than him, the smoke fell right onto his face.

  She then stalked past his red, mottled, sputtering face and out the door that would take her to the balcony. Gavin found himself chuckling. The woman was fire inside bones of iron. He supposed with a father like Ralph Benson, it was almost inevitable. Just as she reached the door, her eyes flicked over to where Gavin stood watching her. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to cause a primal jolt deep in Gavin’s gut. Then she slipped out of the room.

  Without hesitating, he began moving toward the door that Emilie had just slipped through when his brother’s hand on his arm halted his progress.

  “Where do you think you’re going, little brother.”

  “You know damn well,” Gavin answered in an even voice, shaking off Grayson’s grip and meeting his brother’s somber gaze.