Chapter 10

Kylie

Wednesday night had been so amazing that I had my shift covered at work on Thursday just to take a night to recover. I hadn’t realized how sore I would be the next day, but it was all totally worth it. I couldn’t wait until they decided when we would be doing it next. I had already worked up what I would do if they were taking too long to decide, and it would, of course, warrant me getting punished again. At the coffee shop working on a Friday, though, I tried to keep my mind on the job.

“I went out with the guy from Halloween last night,” Piper said.

“Oh, yeah? How was that?”

“Boring,” she said with a giggle. “Turns out he was only having fun for one night apparently. The rest of the time, he talks about stock markets, business history, and the fraternity he belongs to.”

“Oh god, he’s one of those guys.” I rolled my eyes. “The ones who will one day be a stockbroker, wearing an expensive suit and married with three children.”

“And doing the babysitter on the side.” She laughed.

“Yeah, that’s the one I’m talking about.” I chuckled as I wrapped up the bagels from the morning.

“That’s not really my kind of guy,” she said. “So, I’m starting from scratch again.”

“That’s not a terrible thing.” I smiled. “Better that than being stuck with Mr. Boring.”

“What are your plans this weekend?”

“I don’t know,” I said, thinking about Ben and Grant. “I thought I would have an invite, but I haven’t heard from anyone.”

“By anyone, you mean the super-secret agent men you’re boning?”

“Yeah.” I laughed. “Those guys.”

“Well, there’s supposed to be another rager on Saturday night. I was thinking of making an appearance,” she said. “You want to be my date, and we can scope out the hot guys? Maybe you can point out someone not in your classes, and I’ll try that approach.”

“You could end up with an accounting major,” I said with wide eyes, trying to hold back a laugh.

“At least they would be responsible,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “Boring as hell but responsible.”

“True, but still not your type,” I pointed out. “Have you ever thought of maybe meeting someone at like an art showing or something? Someone with a little more in common with you than some graduate guy looking to make millions?”

“I would never date an artist. They are way too out there.” She wrinkled her nose.

“You’re an artist.”

“Yeah, but I do portraits for a living and work at my parents’ coffee shop. Most of them don’t have a job,” she said.

“Touché,” I replied, turning and putting the bagels in the cooler.

“So, you want to go tomorrow?”

I was turning around, about to tell her I’d go, when Ben and Grant walked through the door, taking a seat at a table by the window. I could feel my heart flutter in my chest from the excitement, knowing they had come to see me. I looked at Piper and grabbed a book, wanting to get to them first.

“I’ll take them,” I said.

“’K. I’ll clean the other tables off.” She grabbed a rag and headed to the side of the room.

I walked nervously across the floor, knowing they were watching me. I walked up to the table and smiled, pulling my pen out of my apron and looking over my shoulder at Piper. She was busy wiping tables and wasn’t paying any attention to me.

“Hey, guys,” I said. “What can I get for you?”

“I’ll have a plain black coffee and a plain bagel with cream cheese,” Ben said, looking up at me and smiling.

“I’ll have the same,” Grant said, handing me back the menu and sliding his hand over mine.

I nodded and walked back to the counter, letting out a deep breath as I poured their coffees and slid their bagels into the toaster. I sat there tapping my foot, looking into the backsplash, which was a giant mirror. I could see Ben and Grant talking and laughing, looking over at me like I was eye candy. I liked the feeling of knowing they were talking about me, lusting after me. I put the cream cheese on the bagels and loaded up the tray, heading back to their table. I served both of them and brought cream over to the table for them to use. Neither of them wanted it so I took it back to the cooler. When I got back to the table, Ben put his bagel down and wiped his hands, glancing at Grant and then looking up at me.

“How are you?”

“I’m good,” I said. “How are you guys?”

“Anxious,” Grant said, chuckling.

“Why is that?”

“What are your plans for tomorrow night, Kylie?” Ben smiled and put his napkin back in his lap.

“Is there a way I am supposed to answer this?” I was being coy, and I could tell they liked it.

“That depends on how much of a punishment you want later,” Grant whispered with a mischievous smile.

At first, I thought about giving them a tough time. I hadn’t spoken to either of them since very early Thursday morning when I’d taken a cab back to my place. However, with Piper around somewhere, I knew I should probably play it safe.

“I was about to make some plans before you two showed up,” I said. “Piper asked me if I wanted to go to another party on Saturday. It’s supposed to be a real rager. Though, I suppose if someone or multiple someones had something else they would like to offer, I might be inclined to change my mind.”

“You are asking for it, aren’t you?” Ben smiled and laughed.

“You know I’m not that easy, unless you bring out the red ribbons,” I whispered.

“I don’t know, Ben. It sounds like she isn’t all that interested,” Grant said, taunting me. “Maybe we should pick someone else up instead.”

“You may be right,” Ben replied with a smirk. “She’s really going to miss out on a hell of a time, though. I had everything all packed up for her, just how she likes it.”

“And I had some serious plans for some chocolates, champagne, and strawberries,” Grant replied also smirking. “I guess we’ll have to find someone else.”

“Toooo bad,” Ben replied with a laugh he couldn’t keep in any longer.

“All right, spill it,” I said, leaning on the table. “What are you guys up to?”

“We just so happened to have booked a room at the nicest hotel in Providence for tomorrow night,” Ben said.

“Why Providence?”

“Well, it’s a change of scenery,” Grant said. “And far enough away that no one will catch us.”

“What do you say? You wanna ditch the rager for a hot night with us?” Ben wiggled his eyebrows.

I put my hands on my hips and pulled out my notepad, scribbling down a note. These guys were driving me crazy, and it had only been two days. You would think after the number of orgasms I had last time we were together, I would be good for quite a while, but I could feel the heat building between my legs. The idea of sneaking off to another city, being secretive, and spending an entire night in a luxurious hotel with these two was extremely arousing. There was no way I could turn down their offer, even though I knew they were bluffing about finding someone else. I smiled and dropped the paper on the table.

“Lunch is on me boys,” I said turning and walking away, knowing I had written a note to text me the address and that I would be there.

I went back behind the counter and continued wrapping up the food from the morning. I glanced up every now and then to check on them and refilled their coffee once, not saying a word as I poured and walked away. I could tell my behavior was driving Grant and Ben absolutely nuts, and I loved it. I watched Grant pull out his phone and type a message, looking up at me as my phone buzzed in my pocket. The message read that I was going to be in big trouble. I smiled and stuck the phone back in my pocket. After about an hour, the two of them nodded at me and walked out the door. I took some money from my pocket and went over to the register, ringing up their food and paying for it. Piper walked over next to me and stood there.

“So, those are the two guys you’re fucking,” she said, laughing.

I looked up in shock, not realizing she could hear our conversation earlier. She must have overheard us as she was wiping the counter. My cheeks grew red immediately, and I looked up and around the coffee shop. I didn’t say a word to her, hoping she would let it go, but that was ridiculous. This was Piper we were talking about here, and she never let anything go. She shifted in her stance and crossed her arms in front of her, looking at me with a smirk.

“What?” I walked over and started wiping the back counter off.

“It is them.” She smirked. “Those are the guys you’ve been fu—”

I covered her mouth and shook my head.

“Just let it go,” I said.

“Um, no,” she replied following me back up to the front counter. “You are Miss Secret about everything. No one here gives a shit who you’re screwing. I could yell it from the counter, and no one would care. Watch.”

“Don’t,” I said, grabbing her arm and pulling her off the counter. “Please, keep it down.”

Piper’s face went from amused to serious and curious at the same time. She looked me up and down and stood there, obviously waiting for an explanation. I kept cleaning for a minute but knew she wasn’t going to let it go.

“Why?”

I turned to her and sighed, tossing the rag on the counter and grabbing her by the arm. I pulled her through the swinging doors into the kitchen and looked around to make sure no one else was there. I turned back to her and let out a sigh.

“There’s no one else here.” She looked around. “You are acting so weird.”

“They are both professors at the university,” I admitted. “And not just any professors but my professors.”

“Oh,” she said. “That’s hot.”

“Piper, no one can find out,” I said. “They could get fired, and I could get expelled.”

“Dude, my mind is completely blown,” she said, laughing. “You are fucking two of your very hot, might I add, professors? That is so wild, even for me. Good for you. Get yours.”

“Piper, please, you have to promise me you aren’t going to tell a soul,” I pleaded. “Not even by using nonspecific names. Like you can’t mention a word about any of this.”

“I can definitely see this side of you now that I think about it,” she said, looking me up and down.

“Piper,” I yelled. “Please.”

“Relax.” She waved her hands. “It’s locked up, and the key is thrown away. I won’t say a word. You need to relax, seriously. I’d tell you to get some, but I can see that is covered.”

“Really?” I looked at her with a knowing face.

“All right,” she said, putting her hands up. “That was the last mention of it.”

Hopefully, I could trust her.