Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
God, those bulges were basically all I’d been thinking about since.
Yeah, no, they hadn’t been mad or put off at all by seeing me. They’d been just as turned on as me, which made summoning me to their office like this even more…something.
Intriguing?
Scary?
Hot?
I’d dressed that morning in a sexy, but not at all slutty outfit — a skirt that really showed off my legs and my ass, and a button-up, short sleeved blouse that was light and yet demurely “office-friendly”. And there I was, sitting in one of their big leather office chairs behind a huge, imposing desk, just waiting.
Waiting for what though, I still wasn’t sure.
They just wanted to talk, of course. I kept saying it to myself over and over, but I still wasn’t sure I believed it. What didn’t help was that I was still on edge from the fantasy of the three of them. So there I was about to have a damn sit-down meeting with three men who’d seen me naked playing with myself on camera, and even if I was a little scared, I was turned on.
It felt a bit like going grocery shopping when you’re starving.
Barely a minute later, there was a formal-sounding double knock at the office door. My pulse jumped, and I felt a nervous chill, not entirely unlike the feeling you might get when you’re about to walk out on a stage, or before a job interview. I swallowed heavily, my hand going to grip the desk in front of me.
The door opened, and in they walked.
No, not walked. Walked would be a normal start to business meeting.
These men prowled, like wild animals.
God they’re handsome.
There it was, the first stupid thing in my head. Here I was half scared to lose my job, and all I could think of was how damn good they looked. Hunter with his icy blue eyes, Damien with that gorgeous blonde hair I just wanted to push my fingers through, and Sean, with that dangerous, dark look to him.
They glanced at me sharply, still sitting there in one of their chairs. I stood quickly, nervously pushing at the fabric of my skirt as they approached the desk. Damien and Sean grabbed the thick, rolling leather chairs from behind two of the desks and began to pull them towards the one I stood by. Hunter picked up one of the smaller chairs from around the coffee table, which meant I was at his desk.
“Oh, I’m sorry sir, let me—”
His sharp eyes caught mine and he shook his head.
“Stay right there, Ms. Holloway,” he growled.
I swallowed quickly, feeling my breath catch.
The three men brought their chairs in a semi-ring facing the desk I stood behind and sat. They said nothing.
A full half-minute went by before I finally set free both the breath and the question I’d been holding in.
“Am I fired?”
They said nothing, though all three smirked.
I swallowed. “Well? Am I?”
The hell with this. If this was the end, fine. It was mortifying, and somewhat crushing to lose a job this fast and in this way, but hopefully ten years down the road, I’d be able to laugh about that time I got fired for masturbating in front of my bosses.
Hopefully.
When they didn’t respond, I stood quickly.
“Well, if that’s the case, I’ll be leaving then. Fire me or don’t, but I’m not going to sit here stewing in it!”
The room went silent at my outburst, and I could feel this tingle of, well, power running through me at the way I’d just spit it out like that! My hands were clenched into fists, and I realized I was scowling at the three men.
They smirked back.
“Fine, fuck this.”
I shoved the chair back and I was just about to stride around the desk towards the door when Hunter’s hand shot out and gripped my arm.
“Hold on.”
I froze, instantly shivering at the feel of his warm hand on my bare skin. And it wasn’t a dangerous or demanding grip, he wasn’t stopping me from leaving at all. It felt tingly, and safe, and oddly intimate. I glanced down and swallowed quickly as I caught his icy blue eyes burning right into mine.
“You’re not fired, Ms. Holloway, not by a damn mile.”
Damien grinned. “We might come off as stern but we’re not that fucking cold-hearted.”
“Besides.” Sean eased back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head.
“We’d have to be Goddamn insane to let you go after that little show.”
“I— it was…” I trailed off, my face going red.
“That was an accident,” I whispered out, feeling my pulse beat through my face.
“Clearly,” Hunter growled. His eyes slowly narrowed at me and his grin turned hungrier.
“This time won’t be.”
Um, what?
I blinked rapidly, sucking my lip between my teeth as I slowly took a step back from him.
“This time?”
The room suddenly felt warmer, the walls closer together.