"Package deal, you see?" Alexei and I chorused. My brother's bright blue eyes were shining even in the dark room. I mine were a slightly darker blue. Despite our freckled cheeks, pale Russian skin, and blond hair, if someone really wanted to figure out which one was which, they should have been able to tell.
We didn't limit our clients to just males, although that was our usual demographic. No matter the gender of our client, Alexei loved to dangle our sex appeal in front of them and then yank it away.
All through high school, we'd attracted the attention of men and women, which was why shortly after turning eighteen we'd started working for Lance. The money came easy and Alexei and I were never parted. But I credited him with our long list of clientele.
Just like people do in Anime during a twincest scene, Mr. Varner's eyebrows shot up and he inhaled sharply. If I had been standing across the room, I still could've seen the lust in his eyes.
Instantly, he lowered his voice as he asked. "And, how much would it be to continue our time together? Say, for another hour or so?"
There was no doubt in my mind he would whip out a couple hundreds if we named that as our price.
"How much do you think we're worth?" Alexei teased as he unbuttoned the top button of his dress jacket.
My mouth dropped and I shot him a look of fear. Rule number one, we never ever slept with a client.
"For the both of you," he gazed at Alexei and then to me. "What one of my employees makes in a day."
"I'm sorry," I said quickly. "But we're going to have to decline."
Alexei shrugged, "Vasily is right, of course. We can't allow ourselves to be swept away, as tempting as the offer might be."
Mr. Varner didn't admit defeat. "Surely, I can offer a price that will make you change your mind. I can ensure both of you receive the utmost pleasure."
Like most of the clients Lance threw our way, Mr. Varner was attractive. He had dark green eyes and the body of a thirty-year-old although he was in his late fifties.
"I'm afraid we still have to decline." Alexei checked his watch, the one I'd gotten him for our twenty-fifth birthday, and then stood up. He reached for my arm and made sure he was the first one Mr. Varner would reach if he decided to get grabby. "I'm the only one who can see Vasily naked."
When we first started using this line, all I had to do was look at Alexei and we would be thrown into a fit of giggles. Working on not laughing while pretending to be enamored with each other had taken time, but now we had it down to a science.
"Thank you for your time. We hope you will call on us again," Alexei and I echoed.
Clearly Mr. Varner was used to getting his way and didn't attempt to hide his displeasure at being refused. Not wanting to waste time in the illustrious lounge, I checked my pockets to make sure I had my wallet and keys before following Alexei to the elevator.
I watched the elevator doors close behind us and counted to ten before clearing my throat.
"What was all that about?"
Alexei loosened his tie and leaned against the wall nearest to the buttons as the elevator slowly descended the eighty floors we had to go. "What was what about?"
"How much do you think we're worth?" I repeated sourly. "I thought we agreed to never become intimate with our clients."
"And we didn't," Alexei said, before shooting me one of those breathtaking smiles that made me incapable of hating my twin. For being identical, how was it we could have such different smiles? "How long have we been doing this?"
"Don't you ever get tired of refusing every man who comes our way? Seriously, how many guys have we fucked since high school?"
I closed my eyes. "I don't know about you but I can count them on one hand."
He pressed his fingers to my cheek, startling me. "What happened five years ago wasn't your fault."
I slapped his hand away. "I don't want to talk about it. You promised we wouldn't."