Meeting Her

Jordan's POV

I hand up the phone with my brother right next to me. "Can you believe that?"

He shakes his head from side to side. "That woman just described herself as our perfect woman."

I slap him on the shoulder. "Well, lets go get this woman and see if she really is as good looking as she just described herself."

Jas just sighs as he grabs his keys and walks to the car. "Yeah, let's do this."

We are practically speeding the whole way to the library. It is only fifteen minutes away, but let's face it. You don't meet your dream girl every day. When we pull into the parking lot we are suprised to see that it is rather empty. I look through the clear door and see a glimpse of a tattooed arm. When I meet the eyes of the woman standing there, I know. 

Jas looks at me and says, "Jor, this is it. She is it. Don't you feel it too?"

I swallow hard as I get out of the passenger side and make my way towards the library. Jas is close behind me. "Yeah, I do feel it."

When we get to the door she opens it and smiles. "Hey, you wouldn't be the voices I just heard offering me a job, would you?"

We smile at her, as twins do, and walk towards a table, careful not to touch her. "Yeah. We have a few questions for you before you start, if you don't mind."

It's obvious to me that she doesn't recognize us for who we are. The librarian on the other hand, sure does. The way she scatters out of the room like we just killed her cat is a dead giveaway. Jas takes a seat across from her and I sit next to her at a rectangle shaped table meant for studying. 

I look her in the eyes as I start the interview. "Do you know who we are?"

She looks between us as she grins. "Really hot guys that are looking for a maid?"

My cock stirs as she answers. This is going to be a tough interview. "So... you have no idea who we are?" She just shrugs, letting me continue, "We are well known in this town. I don't know how you don't know who we are." I point to Jas. "This is Jas." I put my hand on my chest as I add, "I am Jordan. Jordan Larroca." Her eyes light up as she realizes who we are from our last name.

"Oh! Oh, you are that Jordan. Those twins. You are the fucking Dons of the mafia!"

She stands up and starts pacing, realizing just now that the place has cleared out. We let her have her pacing session, just sitting patiently as we always do. We will wait this out. Besides, the view of her ass isn't bad. 

She takes a full five minutes to pace the library. I can't tell if she is looking for help, or if she is just surprised to have met us, and survived meeting us. She takes a deep breath, her breasts raising with it as she smiles. It's like she just realized she needs to do this and will have to answer us even if she doesn't want to.

She sits down and rubs her hands down her face. "Okay, freak out over, I promise." Her eyes meet mine as she sighs. "So, did you really need a maid, or am I just going to be a random victim, to show your dominance?"

Jas smirks as he leans closer. I don't approve of what he's gonna do, but who am I to stop him? "No, we are here for a maid. We are here for a maid and a lover." He backs up, having just whispered in her ear. "Will that be a problem for you?"

I watch as she swallows hard, Jas's hand still settled on her arm. "I... I guess not." She looks down at her hands her face filled with doubt as she does. "I mean. I really didn't intend to do that."

I put my hand on her other upper arm, noticing the new tattoo a little too late. She moves away from me and touches the sore spot. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just trying to reassure you. We are actually looking for a real maid." I check her out, blatently. "However, if you are interested in more, we would be more than happy to oblige."

She just stares between us blankly. "Oh."