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room?"
     
"He wants the dining room." "I heard."
"How boring."
     
"Now, now. That table can take a beating."
"Oh, true!"
     
They smiled up at him and each grabbed one of his arms. "Come with us."
     
He blinked, following along. Those two were... Damn.
     
They slunk along, pushing up against his body. "What was your name again, handsome?"
     
"His name was Brick, lovely; you think you'd remember a name that suited the man to a T."
     
They stuck their tongues out at each other.
     
"Rick Patterson. My evening relief is Simon O'Neal." The temptation to swat them both on the ass was huge.
     
"This, Brick dear, is the dining room. Well, alcove. The actual 'dining room' is this huge monstrosity where we sit at a forty person table with Father once a month."
     
One of them left his side and sat on the table, legs spread, leaning back on his hands. "You like sausages for breakfast, Brick?"
     
Simon was going to kill them both. That thought almost made having to take this job worth it.
     
"I'm a vegetarian, sir."
     
"Oh, God, no." The pretty boy rolled his eyes and picked up a phone. "Send up bacon, eggs, sausages. And..."
Aquamarine eyes looked him up and down. "A head of lettuce. Oh, no, don't put yourself out."
     
They both started giggling as the phone was hung up, arms sliding around shoulders and waists.
     
He moved to look around the room, well used to working through a shift without food. The decorations were simple, classy, easily searched, although he'd like to sweep the entire place for bugs. He made a note on his palm to contact Smitty, Jonas' personal security manager, about that.
     
His hands were taken suddenly and he was pulled to a seat. "We ordered you vegetables, Brick, come eat with us."
     
"Or eat us." They were giggling again.
     
Oh, yeah. Simon was going to kill them. Both.
     
"Somehow I doubt I could do my job and perform fellatio concurrently."
     
"Oh, big words!"
     
The one clapped his hands, the other nodded. "Fellatio!" "I was thinking concurrently, actually."
They pulled their chairs over, sitting on either side of him.
     
He let himself chuckle, shake his head. "When do you two go back to college again?"
     
"Oh, he's bored of us already."
"That's your fault." "No, it's yours." "Yours."
"You-urs."
     
They continued on for a few more moments until the food came.
     
He was going to need aspirin. Lots of it. Maybe he should buy stock in Bayer.
The boys piled their plates high, making one for him out of the salad, not head of lettuce, but genuine salad the cook had made. Then they both pressed close and two hands dropped to his thighs, stroking along the inside.
     
"Hungry, Brick?"
     
"Firstly, the name is Rick. Secondly," He removed both their hands from his legs. "Hands off, boys. Fuck each other. I work for your father. And yes, I am." He took the salad and began eating.
     
That shut them up for two bites.
     
"If you think you can come into our home and invade our privacy and tell us what to do and and and..."
     
" Be here."
"That's right, and be here. Well." "Go home."
"Yeah. We don't want you here." " Rick ."
"I don't work for you. You want me gone? Speak to your father."
     
"Oh, but we want you gone today, not in four months." "Or whenever it is he manages to put us on his calendar."
The beautiful brats shared a look between them and the boy without the nipple ring stopped eating. The other one shook his head the tiniest bit and went back to eating, the nonchalance studied, practiced.
     
"I'm sorry, but there has been a threat upon your life. I won't interfere with your lifestyle or report your actions to your father. My job, our job is your safety."
     
"You aren't here to spy on us?" It was the un-nipple ringed one again. He wondered if he was ever going to figure out which was which.
     
"I am here to keep you alive. Period." He wasn't getting paid enough to be a snitch.
     
The boys exchanged another look, nipple ring sneering a little at the slightly crestfallen look of