No - Follow Mandy

"You too," I said, returning the smile. Scott let go of my hand and started off up the stairs. I took a deep breath and walked past the pool where Raja and Petyr had escorted me the night before.

KNOCK KNOCK

I heard some shouting in their native language, mostly Raja, then the door swung quickly open.

"Oh, well hello there," Raja said. His eyes went down then back up, looking me over as they grew with excitement. "Hey, look who it is." Petyr poked his head out from around the corner.

"Oh, hi there, beautiful," Petyr said. "What is a pretty lady like you doing outside so late at night? You should come inside where we can keep you safe." Raja pulled the door open more. I looked the two men up and down.

Raja was wearing a loud, yellow button-down shirt with bright blue floral patterns and a pair of shorts so short they could easily be mistaken as boxers. The shirt was completely unbuttoned, hanging loose and open, revealing a smoothly shaved chest and his delicious abs. My eyes lingered on the definitive V of his lower abs longer than I would have liked.

Petyr was wearing gym shorts and a white tank top that clung tight to his upper body. I'm not sure if he was flexing but his muscles seemed especially defined. Maybe it was just my hormones messing with my eyes.

"Are you sure you don't mind me crashing?" I asked, batting my eyelashes. "If it's too late for you, I could just be on my way."

"Nonsense," Petyr said. "Come in and we have drink. If any man sees you outside like that, they will attack you like animal."

"Oh no," I said, stepping into the room. "You won't attack me, will you, boys?"

"No, no," Petyr replied. "I have self control. I am a man."

"Speak for yourself," Raja joked. "You might have to hold me back, big man."

"Don't worry, I'll protect you from this puny rascal." Petyr placed his hand on Raja's chest and pushed him backward a half step. I know they were just joking around, but there was an aggressiveness to their interactions, a competitiveness that seemed more than just play.

"Oh no!" I yelped, stepping forward and wedging myself between the two men.

"Boys, boys," I said. "There's no need to fight." I placed my hands on both of their chests, right between their impressive pectorals. My fingers traced the lines of their muscles as I looked back and forth between them. There expression of competition melted into one of desire as they both eyed me up and down. Raja's jaw fell slack. Petyr's grew tense.

"You're right," Petyr said. "I wouldn't want to hurt you anyway."

"You know I could take you," Raja shot back.

Petyr swallowed his pride and grabbed three shot glasses and a bottle of some kind of liquor, pouring each glass to the brim. He handed me a glass.

"Ouzo," he said. "Is Greek. Very strong."

"Oh boy," I said. "I don't know about this."

"Come on," Raja jabbed. I looked at Petyr then back to Raja. Before I could lift the shot glass to my lips, Petyr grabbed it from me and tossed the contents into his mouth like Popeye would eat spinach. Then he downed his own.

"Catch up, pussy," he said to Raja who scoffed then did his shot. "Shall we play your card game again? Or do we get straight to the main event. Remember, it's my turn first this time."