With little sweat beads forming on the base of my neck and a slight dizzy feeling, I ponder my next move. Opportunity is presenting itself. Angela’s words ring in my ears as if she’s standing next to me.

Be a bad girl, Kayla. Enjoy it and go with the flow.

With laptop firmly closed and back in my bag, I head to the door. It’s now or never.

If I want this, I need to make my move now. And in a way opportunity has just presented itself.

“Grab it,” I tell myself.

“I’m going to have lunch in my office.” I don’t look at either of them. Instead I keep my eyes down, as if studying the pattern on the carpet intently. “Do you care to join me?” I hope I ooze total innocence.

Instead of Brad or Scott asking which one of them I’m inviting, they both say yes at the same time.

I walk ahead of them. I wiggle my ass deliberately from side to side.

My tight miniskirt rides up just a little as I walk up the staircase. I don’t pull it down. In fact, I try and make sure it rides up a little higher with each step I take.

And I walk slowly, making sure the two men can feast their eyes on my behind. With any luck, their sexual desires are fuelled, and their imaginations working overtime.

It’s an hour before I normally have my lunch. I’m not prepared to entertain anyone for lunch.

As soon as we enter my sacred kingdom—my office—I turn to my two guests.

“Care for a bite?” I bat my eyelids and smile sweetly.

Scott grins, and Brad shoots a sideways glance at the other man.

“Always,” both answer at the same time.

To slow things down, I sit behind my desk. I lean forward a little to allow each of them an eyeful of the pink lace of my bra, having made sure my top is no longer buttoned all the way to the top.

Brad takes a seat in the director’s chair, and Scott sprawls out on my three-seater lounge. I knew having a lounge in the office was a good decision.

A silent thank you is sent to Angela. Angela had assured me every writer needs a director’s chair and lounge in their office. According to her, one never knows what’s going to happen and what type of seating will be needed.

Looks like my lounge is going to be needed today, at least if everything goes according to plan.

“You boys happy for me to be in charge…?” Deliberately, I leave the question open.

Scott shrugs, and Brad nods.

“I like a woman who knows what she wants.” Scott unbuttons the top half of his shirt.

I watch them both and lick my lips. Crazy lust fills my every last pore.

This is madness. When did I turn into this crazy sex-obsessed woman? What happened to the nice girl my mother had raised?

“Let me order us something.” I dial the number of my lunch provider and order my usual, times three.

“Just ring when you are at the office,” I add before ending the conversation.

When I hang up the phone, I see Brad looking at my name certificate displayed on the wall.

“In some cultures, ‘Kayla’ means ‘keeper of the keys.’” He turns toward me. “I bet you have the key to my heart already.”

Scott jumps off the couch and joins Brad.

“It also says it means ‘wise one.’” Scott nudges Brad. “You have to agree, she’s definitely wise. The way she put Ian in her place and the stuff she writes, she definitely fits the bill.”

Both look at me, and suddenly I wonder if this really is a good idea.

“A name well chosen.” Scott walks over to my desk. He sits on the edge of it and picks up my stress ball. Slowly, he squeezes and releases it and squeezes and releases it again.

“Is that what you do for relaxation, Kayla? Play with balls?”

Scott’s eyes never leave mine as he asks the question.

It’s difficult to think of an answer quickly. Watching his fingers with the ball is almost tipping me over the edge.

Part of me wants to rush over to him and start freeing his dick and balls for a play, as Scott just put it.

Movement out of the corner of my eye distracts me.

Brad has moved next to my desk as well.

“I bet you have no shortage of balls to choose from.” It’s Brad’s turn.

I decide to play the innocent, sweet little girl.

“Did I mention you both work well as a team?”

They nod.

Scott answers first. “I think you said something about it in the reading.”

“You’re not worried by what Ian said, are you?” Brad leans forward a little, his elbows resting on the desk. His upper body is bent at the hips, and from where I’m sitting, I have a nice view of his ass.

I pretend to mull over the question, only to feast my eyes for a little longer on Brad’s delicious ass.

“I’m a little worried about him running off to Ed,” I admit. “There’s something going on between Ed and Ian, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

Scott laughs.

“By something going on, you don’t mean…you know, something going on between the two of them?”

“Please.” Brad holds up his hand. “Dude, I haven’t had lunch yet, and now I feel like puking.”

The thought is so silly it makes me laugh. I feel myself relax a little. This is good; this feels right.

“No.” I shake my head. “I definitely don’t mean that sort of going on.” I, too, find the image that comes to mind too disgusting for words.

It’s not that two men together weirds me out. I’m fine with it. I just can’t imagine anyone being that intimate with Ed.

“I can’t explain it.” I shake my head. I didn’t invite these two sex gods to my office to discuss Ed and Ian. “It’s for another day.”

“I agree,” Brad says and straightens up. I hide my disappointment. “We shouldn’t waste our time talking about those two losers.”

Scott nods.

“Back to teamwork.” I steer the conversation back to where I want it to be.

“It’s all fine and good to have teamwork on the set, in front of the camera.” I pause and lick my lips. “How are you guys with teamwork outside that environment?”

I watch the two men exchange puzzled expressions.

I leave the safety of my desk and make my way toward Brad, who’s still leaning on the other side.

Scott is watching us through narrowed eyes.

I level with Brad and rest my hand on his hand. My fingers trace his fingers. I look from one to the other.

Realization registers on Scott’s face. He comes over to stand next to me.

“You want to know if I’m a team player? With Brad?” Scott pretends to study Brad. “Of course I’m a team player, on and off the camera. And if I had to choose who I would want to be on my team, I would choose Brad, no doubt about it.”

I smile and nod.

“Good. How about you, Brad?”

I look up at him. My hand travels up his arm and draws little circles on his shoulders.

“Like Scott said. Of course I’m a team player, on and off the camera. And who wouldn’t want to be on Scott’s team? Particularly if you are the—”

He does not finish the sentence.

Smart man.

Feverishly, I try and think what I am on this team. Am I the referee, the ball, the judge, the player, or the coach? There are so many options, but I can really be only one of those.

“Especially when I’m the coach,” I finish for him.

It’s Scott who grabs me around the waist, lifts me off my feet, and carries me to the couch. Briefly, I’m taken back to the other day and the canyon run.

This is total madness and so unlike me. I feel lightheaded, as if I’m floating on clouds. Gone is the prim and proper girl who has never done anything slightly out of the ordinary.

Up until the other day, my sex life has been pretty ordinary.

Amazing how quickly my life has changed.

Brad doesn’t need a special invitation to come over to the couch. I’m breathing hard, and my nerve endings are on fire. If one of them doesn’t do something about quenching my sexual appetite, I think I might burst into flames.

With a sigh, I surrender to what is about to happen.

Angela was so right.

Be creative, and go with the flow.

I enjoy the attention of these two men who want to please me.