Kevin
Everything about Carly is intoxicating. Whether she is at the club dressed for the kill and oh-so-fuckable, or whether she’s in the office wearing appropriate clothes, everything about her is delicious.
Seeing her at the club made me hot for her. Just thinking about her, how she feels when she is on my cock, with her pussy or her tight ass… I shiver when I think about it.
And Scott is just as taken with her. He got a boner the moment he saw her. And I don’t blame him. A tiny part of me wants her all to myself but the threesome was so fucking hot I don’t mind at all where we stand, now. Scott and I are so close, too, it’s a different game altogether.
My phone rings and I answer, ready for the conference call with Franklin Hull and three of the other investors. We agreed on these once a month to keep up to date with what’s happening. It’s our first call. What a way to kick off our working relationship – with a threat about withdrawing already in the mix and tips about my fucking my secretary.
“Kevin,” Hull’s voice sounds loud over the phone. He sounds serious, but then, he always does. “I don’t like the way we’re starting this off.”
“What do you mean, Franklin?” I ask. He’s probably referring to the anonymous tip he got. “I’ve taken steps to…”
“We’ve been threatened with a sex tape,” he says, cutting me off. My blood drains from my face and I’m grateful he can’t see me. I swallow.
“A sex tape?” I ask. My voice sounds a lot less panicked than I feel. Point for me.
“A sex tape, with you and that secretary of yours. They’re threatening to leak it.
“Under what circumstances?” I ask. Is this some kind of ransom situation?
“No matter,” another investor, Bill Hayes, says. “This looks bad for us. How can we pump money into a business that has such bad publicity following it around?”
My stomach turns to stone. I can’t lose the funding. This is bad news. Terrible news.
“I’m sure it’s just a stunt for attention,” I say. “Naturally, I’ll do everything I can to get to the bottom of this.”
“You do that,” Hull says. “Our patience is running thin. I don’t need to tell you that image is everything, Meyers.”
Meyers, not Kevin. I’m in deep shit.
They end the call. As soon as I’m off the line, I groan. What the hell is going on here? I’m pretty sure this is personal. Carly’s sister is my first suspect if I must think about it, but blaming the woman when I hardly know her is just as unfair as her doing something like this to me.
I take a deep breath and try to calm down. I’m starting to panic, now. Verbal accusations about sexual encounters aren’t nearly as threatening as an actual sex tape being leaked. A tape suggests evidence that is impossible to lie about.
I dial Scott’s number and he answers on the second ring.
“What’s up?” he asks.
“I just got off the phone with the investors. Hull says there’s a tape.”
“What?”
“A sex tape, Scott. They’re threatening the investors, telling them they’ll leak it.”
Scott is quiet for a while.
“Are you there?” I ask.
“How the fuck?” he asks.
I shake my head even though he can’t see me. “Whatever it is, I have to get to the bottom of this. If it comes out and it’s real, it’s not only our careers but our personal lives, too.”
Scott continues swearing, letting out a line of colorful words. I wait for him to get through them all.
“How are we going to get to the bottom of this? I can only think of one person that might be behind this.”
“Carly’s sister,” I say. “I thought of that, too.”
“So? What are we going to do about it?”
I sigh. “I don’t know. I’m not going to confront Carly about this – it won’t be fair because it’s not her fault – but she should know. And if this goes any further we might have to cut things off with her.”
“No,” Scott says right away, so quick that I frown.
“Forget about the bet, Scott,” I say. “And it’s just sex,” I continue, even though I know it’s not entirely true.
He hesitates before he says, “it’s just as detrimental to her image as to ours, we should rather try to fix it.”
The hesitation made me think that he thought something else, first. I’m not going to ask. He is right, of course. This will affect all of us and I don’t know if we will be able to bounce back from it. Carly might be able to – a PA isn’t in the same circles as we are. But she wants more than just being a PA – how can I crush these dreams of her? Of course, Scott and I… I will fall the hardest of all, of course.
The rest of the day’s work is slow. I struggle to concentrate and I get very little done. By the time I finally finish, it is after nine. Everyone else has left. The office is dark and quiet and I’m the only one locking up to leave. I glance at Carly’s desk when I walk passed. She is a good PA, no matter what we do behind closed doors. She doesn’t deserve to fall from grace like this because I was set on fucking her. She deserves so much more and I want to see her succeed.
My heart is heavy when I make my way down to my car. I put it in gear and pull out of my parking spot. When I come to the intersection, I take a left instead of a right and drive to Carly’s apartment.
The light is on when I look up at her window. When I knock on the door she opens it, dressed in shorts that look like she’s ready for bed and a t-shirt with Daisy Duck on it. Her hair hangs loose around her shoulders and she’s not wearing makeup at all.
“Kevin,” she says, surprised. She steps to the side so I can walk into the apartment. “Is everything okay?”
I shake my head and sit down on the couch. Carly comes to sit next to me. I notice her legs – long and slender and smooth. I want to reach out and touch her, feel her skin beneath my fingertips. But I’m not here for that and I will get distracted if I do.
“I had a call from the investors today,” I say. “The conference call.”
She nods.
“They have a sex tape.”
Carly blinks at me, confused.
“Of us?” she asks.
I nod and watched as she makes the connections by herself. Her face changes from confused to shocked to panicked.
“Oh, my God, Kevin. Is it real?”
I sigh and scrub my face with my hands. “I don’t know. We can’t afford to ignore it.”
Carly nods. We sit in silence for a while. When I glance her, she’s staring at the carpet, chewing her lower lip. She’s nervous.
“I don’t know what do. We must figure out what’s going on, if any of this is true. It can be that someone is just looking for attention but this time it’s a bit close to home.”
Carly nods. “It’s not as simple as the anonymous phone call. This can be… real.”
I take a deep breath and blow it out slowly. She’s right. It can be real.
“And if it is,” she continues. “We’re in big trouble.”
I nod again. I feel down about it. I don’t know what I can do to stop it. I’ve been stressing about it so much all day, it’s hard to think about anything other than the mess we’re in.
“I’ll see what I can find out,” Carly says. She sounds more determined than shocked, which is more than I can say for myself. She looks at me and her eyes are drowning deep. “I won’t let this happen. I won’t let you go under.”
I smile at her and raise my hand to her cheek. Her skin is soft, like the skin of a rose, and her eyes are serious.
“You’re so caring,” I say.
She shrugs. “I know what it means to you. And this thing, the accusations and the alleged tape… it’s wrong. It’s just wrong to bring someone down that way. I want to do some digging, get to the bottom of it.”
Her eyes bore into mine, her face beautiful when she’s this passionate, this determined. I lean forward and press my lips against hers. Her lips are soft. She kisses me back, our lips careful on each other. When I push my tongue into her mouth she opens for me and I explore her mouth, tasting her. I pull her against me and she sighs against my lips.
Desire unfurls inside me, but it’s warm and gentle, very unlike the savage hunger that I’ve felt with her before.
Scott flashes in my mind’s eye. What will he think of this? What will I think if he’s the one doing this?
I break the kiss and pull back. I’m already hard in my pants and when Carly looks at me, her brown eyes are dilated. She feels it, too. She wants me like I want her. But I’m not going to do this. I clear my throat.
“I have to get going,” I say.
“You can stay,” she says softly.
I almost agree, but I shake my head instead.
“I’m sorry, princess. Not tonight. It’s been a rough day.”
Carly nods and she stands up when I do. She walks me to the door and opens it for me.
“I’ll see you in the office, tomorrow,” I say. She nods. I lift my hand and brush the back of my hand against her cheek before I leave her apartment. The door clicks shut behind me.
What am I doing? Why am I walking away? Because Scott will care that I’m here. Or at least, I would care if the roles are reversed. Scott and I fucked the same girls before. It wasn’t ever a problem. But this isn’t just about fucking anymore. This is about Carly. And Scott is on the picture, and if it were reversed I would hate if he were here, kissing her the way I did, thinking of her the way I was.
Because it’s not just about the sex, now. And we aren’t doing this, it isn’t part of the deal.
I glance up at Carly’s window and see the light go out. She’s going to bed and I’m not going there with her. I sigh and pull into the road.
When did it become about more than sex and bets? Maybe I’m just in a bad place because my company is in danger, because I feel like my hands are tied.
That must be it. This can’t be about emotions, because I don’t care about Carly. Not like that. Sure, she is a hell of a good fuck. And the threesome with Scott was something else. But other than that, she is just my PA and I care for her as a person and a great assistant.
The emotions I feel aren’t anything more than that.
Are they?