Sitting in my Dad’s office, I just felt my body starting to get all hot and tingly and I knew I had to get out of there. The meeting hadn’t even been interesting to me to begin with, but when I started to feel Zane and Whit’s eyes on me, I got very turned on. I tried my hardest to sit through all the talking. I wanted to look as professional as possible. That’s something I’ve always tried to keep up – appearances. But my body was betraying me! Whit and Zane had eventually stopped looking at me, but I could still feel them in the room. Their presence was just so… hot and heavy, I had to leave.
I ran to the bathroom like an insane person. Once I got there, I locked the door behind me. Now I’m leaning against the door, trying to catch my breath. Thank god, the bathrooms on this floor are singles. I don’t think I could stand the awkwardness of someone walking in on me this hot and bothered. It would be beyond embarrassing to have to deal with anyone in this state.
I push myself off the door and look at myself in the mirror. There’s a sheen of sweat on my face and some of my hair is matted. I make a tighter bun, getting as many of the loose strands out of my face as I can. I grab some paper towels to dab some of the sweat away. Fuck! Could Zane and Whit tell how nervous I was… or how wet? I was worried I’d leave a spot on the couch – that’s how fucking turned on I was. It was overwhelming. Every time one of them looked at me, I got more and more aroused. No one was saying anything directly to me, but something about their faces set me off. I wasn’t sure if they were feeling the same way. I do know, at one point, both of them had let their eyes roam all over my body. I made a point to not look at them, so I’m guessing they thought I didn’t notice, but I noticed. There was no way for me not to. Their stares burned holes into me. And I wanted it to be their hands, not their eyes exploring me.
When they first walked in, Whit and Zane had stayed by the door for what felt like hours, just staring at me. I wanted them to talk to me, but I have no idea what I would have said back. Nothing intelligent that is for sure. A garble of nonsense would have spewed from my mouth and I would have sounded like a freaking idiot – a freaking idiot with, at most, half a brain.
They were also a lot sexier than I remembered. This made me feel kind of aggressive towards them. I mean, they had the audacity to become even more attractive! I used to have these little fantasies about kissing them – I could never choose who I liked more, so I would just kiss them both. I mean, not really, because it was in my head, so it was all so… inconsequential. Those fantasies have definitely – and suddenly – matured. Now I want their hands all over me, tugging and pulling at my body, ripping my clothes off, filling my holes… Jesus fucking Christ! Not here and not today. I’m here to intern for the summer and learn all about Bingham Law Offices. I’m not here to explore some sexual dream or whatever. I’m not here to learn more about what may be some of the hottest men with the hottest bodies… I’m a god damn law intern and as such, I need to have a professional attitude. I’m completely capable of working here and not being a puddle of hormones.
Dad and I had a long talk last night. I mean, it felt like he did most of the talking and I did most of the nodding, but … and I have to start right away… This is going to be torture. I’m so weak…
No! I’m not weak! I’m Chloe mother fucking Bingham. I can do this. I can get through three months with two of the sexiest men in existence without losing my shit. Even if I’m thinking about how big their dicks are or what they taste like or how much I’d love to have their tongue in my mouth. Maybe I’ll go through panties like a werewolf goes through t-shirts, but that doesn’t mean I can’t keep it all to myself. I just have to not act on it. I can easily not have sex with either one of them. It’s as simple as saying it. I will not have sex with Zane Anderson or Whitman Delacroix. Done deal. It’s literally what I’m doing right now – not having sex with them. It’s not like either one of them really wants me. Just because someone looks at you with a stare that could melt ice doesn’t mean they want to fuck you…right?!
I give myself one more look in the mirror. I feel a little calmer and I look less… turned on, I think… It’s all I can ask for; the mere appearance of composure. As the saying goes, fake it till you make it.
One more deep breath and then out of the bathroom. I go down the hall towards where Zane and Whit’s offices are. I’m not sure who I should talk to first. My Dad said I’d be working with both of them, but he didn’t say how it would work, exactly. He’s probably leaving the details to the boys. I wonder what they’ll have me doing? Filing, maybe. Collating? Whatever that is. Sucking their dicks? That last one is probably a no… It’s more likely that boring office stuff is going to be the flavor of the week… every week… for three months… of my life. What fun.
As I get closer to Zane’s door – his is the first one that I saw – I hear voices coming from inside. The door is slightly ajar, but their voices are low, and I can’t quite make out what they are saying, but I hear my name which means they must be talking about me. I hope it’s all good stuff. Or sexy stuff, maybe? It’s probably just regular work-related stuff about my internship.