She couldn’t get enough air into her lungs, but that was okay because if she died right now it would be quite all right, especially with the sight before her. She took a second to get used to her surroundings. The bed sat in front of floor-to-ceiling windows that lined one whole wall. The view of the city was incredible, and a thought that people might be able to see them pierced her brain. She certainly wasn’t an exhibitionist, but the idea that the neighbors might get an eyeful had her arousal growing. The standard bedroom furniture was placed precisely around the room: a dresser, armoire, bedside tables, and of course a large flat screen television. Two doors were to her left and she assumed them to be a bathroom and closet. The sound of rustling clothing drew her thoughts away from mundane things and back to the matter at hand, which happened to be two extremely hot brothers. They started removing their shirts, and the hard, tanned, tattooed skin that they revealed had adrenalin rushing through her bloodstream.
