It didn’t matter that the drapes were made from imported silk or that she had her own fireplace. Brooke didn’t care that there was a closet full of designer gowns, and more high heels than she had seen in a department store.

These walls were her prison. A beautiful expensive prison. And she hated it.

She turned on the TV and sank onto the pile of pillows. She scowled, despising how comfortable the bed was. It would make it easier if they gave her a bed of thorns to sleep on—not luxurious linens.

Who did these assholes think they were? There was nothing about them that seemed like the thugs Niall usually did business with. They were refined. Polished. And they had money. They weren’t trying to hide how rich they were. She doubted they had made a single deal in the back of an ally or resorted to petty theft to pay bills.

From their expensive suits to the custom details in the cabin. They were loaded. Their reputations as Denver’s infamous bachelors were hard to miss. They were splashed on social media. There were even blogs about Tyler and Lee. The last article she read put together a bracket list on which Denver socialites would be able to snag the duo. She wondered what the world would think if they knew this is what they did.

She wasn’t going to get caught up in the riches. Brooke knew money was fleeting. She had learned that the hard way. She had seen her family’s fortune go up in flames when her father lost everything in a real estate deal. They lost it all: the cars, the land, her mother’s jewelry, and their house.

It wasn’t long after his financial ruin that her father learned he was sick. Life went from bad to worse. Money meant nothing and everything at the same time.

Brooke wandered to the window and stared out at the mountains. There was something alluring and peaceful about being here. But she shivered. She felt alone.

She would do anything to trade the money to have her father back.

There was a knock on the door.

“Yes?” she called.

The door cracked open and Tyler walked in. “How are your rooms?” he asked.

She felt the tension in her neck and shoulders when she saw him. “Fine for a jail cell.”

He chuckled. “Don’t be dramatic. You’re sleeping like a princess in the wilderness.”

She folded her arms across her chest. “Why did you stop by?”

“We’re looking forward to dinner. It’s casual. Don’t worry about the gowns. Those are just gifts for you.”

“Gifts? Why would give me gifts?” she asked.

“To make you feel more comfortable. To let you know we’re glad you’re here. And to spoil you rotten.” He grinned devilishly. “We want you to feel good.”

“I’d feel a lot better if I could leave.”

“We haven’t even had dinner. Give us a chance, Brooke. Come on.”

She scowled. “I’d rather not.”

“There’s a pair of jeans and a sweater I think you should try. And some heels.” He pointed to the closet.

“Is that an order or a request?” She tilted her head.

“I told you. There are no orders here.” He placed his hand on the door. “See you at dinner.” It closed behind him and she walked to the closet.

She picked up the pair of skin tight jeans. They felt like the softest silk in her hands. She’d never felt denim this soft before. She reached for the sweater on the hanger next to the jeans. The V in the front was a deep cut and she realized the sweater was cropped. They’d both get an eyeful of her navel. The heels were incredible. She picked up the stilettos and turned them in her hand.

She sighed.

She didn’t have a choice. She thought about her options. There were none. She had to put on the skimpy designer clothes and march down the stairs like the piece of property she was. For the next sixty days Lee and Tyler owned her. There was no way around that unless she could prove herself through her art.

For sixty days she had to survive in this golden log castle. Endure the loneliness. Bear the brunt of what they expected. Her stomach rolled. She had no doubt what she was expected to do. They might have acted like gentlemen. They might disguise their motives with lavish gifts. They might try to hide behind a job offer at StarCon Global. But she knew. It was an elaborate sham.

They bought her.

They owned her.

And the price was expected to pay was with sex.