Sofie
My phone buzzes.
I look up from my textbook and turn off the reminder alarm. With a sigh, I close the book. I lean back in my chair and wait for the pain in my neck to subside.
Leaning over a desk and reading a book always strains the back of my neck. I turn my head to the left and then to the right, shaking it off gently and loosening the stiffness.
When the pain eases off, I lift my arms up over my head and stretch. Feels fucking good. I sigh.
My eyes find the computer and I check my emails.
On the screen, I see the little box reminding me of my upcoming appointment.
Meeting with bosses, it says in the box. I’ve written it in red. I smile. It’s such a little thing but it leaves me grinning whenever I look at it.
I’ve got fifteen minutes before the scheduled meeting. Is it enough for a quick cup of coffee? I bite my bottom lip.
If I want one, I need to get it now, as opposed to dwell on it for like the next fucking hour.
With a sigh, I get off my chair and head to my little personal coffee machine. I press the buttons on the silver beast and wait.
I look around my little office. Emphasis on little, but at least I have my own fucking office.
There wouldn’t be many Biology majors working part time in a secure job with their own offices. Not to mention the pay is pretty fucking good as well.
And then there are the fucking perks.
What exactly would one call them? Fringe benefits, or bonuses? I shrug and grab my coffee.
It doesn’t really matter what they are called, what matters is I have them. I’m that fucking lucky.
The phone on my desk rings and in my hurry to get to it, I spill some of my coffee.
“Hello,” I breathe into the receiver.
“Heavy breathing can only mean one thing,” Oliver says and I suppress a laugh.
“Really?” I play along.
“Really.”
I wait but he doesn’t say anything.
“Am I interrupting something?” he asks after a while and now I giggle.
“Not really. But maybe I should get you to define ‘something’. Because obviously, if you take something to be an unknown thing, then yes, you are interrupting something”
“Stop,” Oliver interrupts my flow of words and I smile in satisfaction. Me one, Oliver nil.
“You ready for the meeting?”
“Sure am.”
“You’ll bring your work?”
“Yep.”
“Ok. I’ll see you in Eli’s office.”
He hangs up and I wonder why he called. Was he checking up on me to see if one of the others was with me? I shake my head. I doubt it.
Remembering the spilled coffee, I go to grab some paper towel and get onto all fours to mop up the mess.
I’ve been in this position plenty of times lately. Of course not on my own. Usually, I’m in the company of at least two if not three other guys. And not just any guys, no, the fucking hottest and richest guys a girl could dream of having.
So engrossed am I in my thoughts, I don’t hear the door open. It’s not until I hear the clearing of a throat that I look around.
Lucas is standing in the doorway.
“Looking for something?”
I shake my head. I’m acutely aware of my ass sticking up in the air.
My tight black above-the-knee skirt has ridden up a little, but I’m pretty sure he can’t see my pussy. And so what if he fucking can? He’s seen it plenty of times before.
“I spilled coffee,” I respond but stay where I am. Bad girl Sofie’s in charge. Good girl Sofie would have straightened up immediately, but not bad girl Sofie.
“Need some help?”
Lucas walks into my office and closes the door.
Instantly, the temperature increases by like a thousand degrees. My pussy feels hot and a little wet the second I hear his deep voice.
Before I can reply, he crouches down next to me.
His hand runs down my back and finds my ass. He rubs it and then lets his hand go further, below my skirt and up to my pussy.
“Mm,” he mumbles and leans toward me. “Looks like you do need help.”
My lips open a little and my tongue comes out. All of this happens involuntarily.
A knock on the door interrupts us and I scramble to my feet. Lucas is a little slower and more graceful in getting up.
Eli’s face appears.
“Thought I might find you here.”
I frown.
“Of course you’d find me here,” I start but he interrupts and points at Lucas.
“Him. I’ve been trying to buzz him but have been told he’s out of the office. It didn’t take long to put two and two together.”
Lucas shrugs.
“Thought I’d accompany Sofie to our meeting and help carry her notes.”
“Are we expecting Oliver to come as well to offer his service as personal escort?” Eli has his hands in his pocket and looks relaxed.
I shake my head.
“I don’t know. I didn’t expect Lucas either. Or you,” I add and shake my head.
“Let’s go,” Lucas looks at his watch. “Our meeting is due to start in five and Eli hates it when we’re late.
Laughing, we leave my office.
Halfway down the corridor, I stop and turn back.
“I forgot my notes.” I explain. I’m back in a flash.
Oliver is waiting in Eli’s office.
Over the last few months, I’ve learned that the boys take turns to have these meetings in their office. Apparently, it seems the fairest way. Everyone gets a turn and each secretary gets lumbered with the work after the meeting.
And this is exactly one of the reason our relationship works so fucking well.
It’s been a few months now and to this day I’ve never heard them argue. Sure, we’ve had robust discussions—me included—but there’s been no shouting, yelling, threatening or pouting.
Everyone’s opinion is respected, even if the other disagrees. Everyone’s position is listened to and discussed and then either voted on or acted upon.
And if that wasn’t enough, they’re fantastic at sharing me.
We’ve moved in together into the most fucking amazing house. The word ‘house’ as far as I’m concerned is a fucking over statement. Mansion or palace is how the abode should be more accurately described.
It’s a place we chose together. Sure, Lucas narrowed it down to about ten. I tried to stay out of it, since it was a lot of money and none of it mine. But my men—how fucking fantastic does that sound—were adamant I had to help choose.
When I saw the shortlist, picking the winner was easy.
Our new house has a fucking awesome view, a pool, a massive garden and more bedrooms than we’ll ever need.
“A personal escort,” Oliver greets me. “My, my, you must be important.”
I giggle.
Walking beside Lucas and Eli and the earlier episode has left me horny as anything.
“You brought the latest on the wheat problem?” Lucas asks and Eli closes the door.
Oliver is sitting on the couch, a piece of furniture Eli acquired a few weeks ago. And of course we’ve made use of it already. Use other than sitting on it and drinking cups of coffee.
“Yep,” I put my bundle of papers onto the desk and turn to them. “Do you want to hear about the breakthrough in stem rust in wheat?”
Oliver rolls his eyes.
“Maybe a little later,” mumbles Lucas and the tone of his voice leaves my insides melting.
Eli invites me to sit on the couch.
“You know the company policy, Sofie, don’t you?”
I tilt my head a little to the right and pretend to think.
“Company policy,” I mumble and put my finger to my temple. “I can’t quite recall it. I might need a little help.”
Eli’s sitting next to me and puts his hand on my thigh. His fingers drum an unheard tune on it.
“As you know, we have many company policies,” he starts and Oliver slides next to me.
His hand finds its way under my skirt.
A little cat-like purr escapes my lips.
Fuck, these guys know how to get to me.
“The company policy we’re referring to right now is the one called it’s not healthy to only focus on work. All work and no play leads to a stale frame of mind.” Oliver adds.
Eli frowns.
“That doesn’t rhyme.”
Oliver shrugs.
“I don’t fucking care. You write a better one.”
Lucas appears in front of me. I can see he’s already hard as a rock. His fucking big cock is bulging against the material of his pants.
“Need a little help?” I ask and before he replies, my fingers are already opening his zipper. His fumble with the button.
Eli’s fingers are getting my top off and Oliver’s hands are busy with slip.
When Lucas’ drops his pants, his dick jumps for joy and I lick my lips.
“Did you make sure we won’t be disturbed?” asks Oliver and Eli only nods.
It’s going to be one fucking long meeting.