I didn’t believe Chris until the director called us to the office. The way the workers looked at me like I was an angel that descended from the sky as I strode to the director’s office, was quite unnerving.
I was feeling super nervous as I walked over to the director’s office. Chris wasn’t with me. I was the only one the director asked for, so she couldn’t go with me even if she wanted to.
My hands shook as I reached forward to knock on the door. My throat felt dry when the director asked me to step in. My heart hammered against my ribcage as I stepped in, only to freeze when I saw my lovers, sitting on the chairs I once sat with Chris, their entire focus on me.
The hotness of their gazes on my body made it impossible for me to move. I remained rooted to the ground, checking them out.
It was the first time I’d seen them in suits. They looked different. With their hair slicked back with gel, they looked like actors on their way to a gala.
Had the director not asked me to step forward, I might have stood there for eternity, staring at them as I imagined something I wasn’t supposed to. At least, not in front of the director.
I couldn’t possibly be thinking of having them fuck me while putting on their suits! God. What the fucking hell is wrong with me?
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I was a bundle of nerves throughout the interview. Though they weren’t their cheerful selves and looked as serious as they were on the first day I met them. Looking at them, no one would think they were the same playful men I had gotten used to, the ones who always said embarrassing things with straight faces.
They didn’t act too familiar with me during the interview. There was this hooded gaze they had. As if they were trying to keep their distance from the rest of the world.
Watching them, I longed to see them grin as they banter with me, but there was this intense joy I felt at the thought that I was the only one who had seen them smile.
They left after their interview, taking with them the hearts of the women in the office. Their names were on the mouths of all the women, especially Imelda, who looked like she was thinking of snatching the case from me.
“Girl, you didn’t tell me they were this hot!” Chris accused. “God, I want to take a bite from their gorgeous hot as hell arses.” She leaned in to whisper, “Those men seem like they know their way around in the bedroom. I bet they are beasts in bed!”
Had I been drinking, I would have choked on it. I flushed at her words but sought to hide the reaction, knowing she might pick up on it should I not conceal it fast. I doubt there are things I could keep from her.
“What if they are not?” I tried not to show how I felt about the question, opting to act like I had no interest in it.
“What the hell, girl? Are you trying to tell me you haven’t had a bite from their delicious take-me-to-hell body?!”
Her outbursts caused the curious women in the room to turn to us. I could tell they were listening to our conversations, but acting like they weren’t.
“Why should I?” I grumbled under my breath, still keeping to my act. “They don’t look approachable. Most times, I feel like I might piss my pants should they do much as glance my way.”
I didn’t lie about this, though. Most of the time, I got this feeling when looking at them, especially Blue. Though they now treated me like I wanted when we started having sex, I could tell Blue was holding back. He always had this dark gaze in his eyes, one that made it seem like he was thinking of tying me to his bed and fucking me until I bled.
It should have scared me to my shell, but it didn’t, which was why I believed something must be wrong with me. They were affecting me and I didn’t know if it was for the good or bad. I knew I had to distance myself from them, to check on my sanity, but I couldn’t bring myself to think of a life without them.
I can’t even tell what the fuck that made me.
She sighed, looking dreamy with her eyes glittering. “I bet they are rough in bed. They have these daddy vibes. I wager they have a playroom!”
I widened my eyes at that, almost choking on my damned saliva. “How did you know?”
She shrugged, leaning down to whisper. “I have this gift.”
Her reply caused me to roll my eyes. “Gifts of what? Telling how violent men can be?” I scoffed.
She grinned at me, not looking offended. “If you are doubting me, darling, you can check. I bet you will rush over to tell me I was right. Well, not rush over, actually. You will limp over to do that while having this satisfied look on your face from having your pussy fucked and your arse cherry popped.”
My cheeks turned red at her shameless words. I looked around to be certain no one was watching us before I leaned close to whisper. “How can you say things like that with a straight face?!” I hissed, wondering how I got such a friend.
“Oh, Bella. You are such a pure little angel.” She pinched my cheeks, looking at me with an expression of sympathy on her face. “I bet you are still a virgin. What a pity, the convent would have better suited you than this.”
I looked at her with an amused smile on my face. If only she knew what this ‘innocent’ woman had done. I wagered she would take to her heels.
But it’s better this way. At least none of them would know I was close to the brothers, my clients.