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Sleeping with their mother’s models was usually something the Wolfe boys tried to steer clear of, but Maggie was something they’d both had their eyes on for a while. The fact that in person, she looked like a doe-eyed girl next door, but in photographs had the ability to look like a sexed up little harlot had caught both of their attention on more than one occasion. So it was at the party celebrating their mother’s new spring line that they decided to make their move. Each with a glass of champagne in their hand, Desmond with a second one for Maggie, they headed to where the girl was sitting.
“Hey, gorgeous.” he grinned, helping himself to the spot next to her and holding up the glass. “You absolutely killed it tonight, by the way.”
“Seriously.” Carlisle added with an agreeing nod, easing into the spot on her other side and letting his arm drape behind her casually. “Honestly, how does it feel knowing that every guy in here is probably thinking about you in that tight little red number from the finale?”
