Lunch might just rank as the most interesting meal ever in my life.
Trevor made me laugh. Micah asked me curious questions about my schooling and my interests. Jake mostly looked bored but he did seem polite enough and he did smile at me a few times.
Maybe it was because when we did walk in, stares were aimed our way and some people did have their mouths hanging open. So maybe Jake felt odd being the boss and sitting with us? But somehow, I knew that couldn’t be it. He doesn’t seem like the sort of man to care what anyone thinks.
So afterwards, they escorted me back and the day went by uneventfully. Thank God! I mean after the first part of the day from Oz, I am going to need hours of therapy, as it is to get back from this particular yellow brick road.
Jake‒as he made me call him‒seemed to be absent afterward and I didn’t see him for the rest of the day. I sat at my new magnificent desk to study and look over all the client files to know who they were, what they did, when they were to come in and all of it. Mr. Maxwell...I mean Jake fooled me earlier and it would not happen again.
Trevor and Micah remained absent too. I wondered at this but I knew also, it might be for the best. I mean, I just think I did need a break from holding my breath, keeping my hardening nipples from showing, clasping my thighs together tightly due to tingles radiating between my legs and all the responses that any normal woman in her right fucking mind would have being around Greek gods.
I grin.
Yes, who would they be if they were in fact, Greek gods? I love mythology and always have. Would Jake be Zeus? Trevor would be Apollo and Micah? I pause at the thought of him. He puzzles me the most out of all three men.
A person could describe him as intense, but he smiles easily as well. At lunch, he would watch the other two men with great interest. Then he would turn his keen interest to me. Truly, with a curious look in those emerald eyes. A deep guy. I have never met a guy that seems so complex.
Finally, the workday ended. I make it home and as soon as I get into my apartment, I literally toe my heels off and fall face down on my couch, stomach to the cushions. I pitifully let out a deep, long sigh.
What an exciting day. Up and downs and mostly…ups with twists. Me thinking I would have this old stuffy boss, only to find Mr. Dark and Sexy. Then the two coworkers that could work at Chippendales and make millions as women handed them their hotel key and panties.
I start to laugh. I acted like such an idiot too! I did feel like I was on some kind of roller-coaster ride where the thrills were just too hot to handle. My mouth popping open too many times to count.
Really though, truth be told I am in trouble, but I just want this job so much and I hope I can handle the men, not the job, as that part isn’t so hard or at least, it didn’t seem to be, yet.
Handle them? I think not. Well, maybe I am over reacting. After all, they were just flirting with me maybe? Harmless flirting and nothing more. I mean like I’m such a catch? Yes, I have long blonde locks and some have said lovely hazel eyes and a nice figure. I look down at my breasts a nice size not flat, not huge. But really, nothing special really? Just look at all those other beautiful women in the offices. Yes, I might be just assuming things when all they were trying to do was be nice to me on my first day. I suppose I’m just nervous because I already KNOW I want them…Doesn’t mean they want me so badly.
As I close my eyes, so exhausted, all I can see is their faces. All three, not just one face. So odd, three men? All looking at me like I’m a lollipop of their favorite flavor that they want to lick very thoroughly.
Oh, to be licked by any of the three too. What would it be like? To have them all on me at the same time? Their yummy mouths, strong hands, hard bodies, licking me, kissing me, eating me, fingering me, their hard cocks in me while whispering how I belong to them—
I scramble up on the couch in a true panic and stare at the wall.
WHAT? A foursome? Me? With three men? No, no, no. Why on earth would I think such a thing?
I mean I’ve kept my scruples all these years, kept my virginity in fact. Scoffing at my friends who would just jump into bed with some guy, give it away, and take less than they deserve in return. Just to be ignored later and dumped.
I am not a whore, no far from it. So, why would I be thinking of having 3 men at one time? I rub my face with both hands in utter frustration. I haven’t even had one at one time!
Getting up, I run to my room. I tear through my chest of drawers. Finding it, I grab my pen and sit on the bed. The journal I got from my sister for Christmas. She’d said with a shrug, “You never know if you get a bad crush on a guy, you can write about it.”
I did roll my eyes at her at the time. I laugh now, as I ask…how about 3 crushes? No, it really isn’t funny. Coworkers and a boss? Crap! It would be a disaster.
I could write out everything they make me feel every day. Get it out and I can handle it better. So if I do get urges, want a fantasy, I will just write it down when I get home. My mom always said writing stuff out would help you tough it out. And boy, would this be tough. Working with and seeing all three every day of the work week. If I am willing to become some nympho who takes on three men, I better do something to help stave off these wild ass thoughts.
Where to begin? So I can sleep tonight and not have a damn wet dream or three?
First off, will be Trevor as I met him first.
I sit and stare off into memory and just immerse myself in all that I took in while in that elevator with him.
My pen flies across the paper again.
With startling blue eyes, a rich laugh and he likes to joke. I bet in bed, he likes just about anything too.
I smile and continue to write
I wonder what kind of things, he does like? OH! I bet he loves to go down on women. Yes, I can just see his face and that velvety tongue lapping me up. I also bet he has the hottest mouth a woman ever felt. With a twinkle in those baby blues as he drives me wild while fucking me hard with his tongue. I end up coming so hard and when I do, he shimmies his muscled body up and plunges his thick, hard cock into me. I come and my pussy squeezes him so hard, he comes.
I stop writing and shiver.
Good god, I bet that is just the way he does it too.
I find my focus after trying to slow my breathing. Okay, pen down to paper again.
Next, I met Micah. Sweet, sensual Micah. His deep green eyes locking with mine as he fucks me slowly, and so sweetly. I bet he lasts a long time as he draws out the heat while making me soaking wet and begging for it, hitting me deep with every long thrust. All while rubbing his satiny skin against me in a whole body caress. Watching my face as I come. Then kissing my breath from my body as I do come.
Again, my heart is pounding as I stop writing. Dammit, I just know that is what he would do. It is all in those beautiful eyes of his.
And finally, Jake.
Now my pen stops as it hovers over the page. I am almost breathless as I get a clear and surprising feeling of him.
I tap my pen down and begin.
Jake Maxwell. Oh, wow. Such power. I bet he takes over and controls a woman’s body to such a point that they can barely whimper. Takes you by storm until you do not even know who the hell you are. Stretches it out, demands what he wants, making you obey as you literally drip your own juices down your legs in reaction to his commands and love every god dammed minute of it. Telling you, he owns your pussy and pumping you full without mercy, all while locking his deep dark eyes onto yours, pinning you.
Gulping, and squirming on the bed, I stop writing.
How do I know Jake is an alpha? Yes, I read hot romance books and I know what that means.
I write a bit more…
He just teased me while pretending to be the client today, and didn’t really give anything away. But somehow, it is also in his eyes. I just know deep down, he would control your body and make you love it…
I drop the pen to the bed.
Oh, man…This might have been a bad idea. A very bad idea. I drop the journal, run to my nightstand, and get out my largest vibrator, then I run to the shower.
Damn, just so I can sleep or even be near sanity, I will have to make myself come exactly—THREE times.