BELLA’S POINT OF VIEW
Something strange happened two days ago, one that made me backtrack, wondering if I had imagined it. Imelda, who has never spoken gently with me, the lady who hated my guts for no reason, stopped me on my way to lunch. I expected her to start her normal talks, to accuse me of what I didn’t do, but she did none of that.
The shocking thing was, she asked to be friends. Yup. Imelda, the bitch with a capital B, asked me to be friends with her. If that wasn’t stunning enough, she bought lunch for me yesterday. Though I didn’t eat it.
Chris believed she had something up her sleeve, same with Blue. Fred only ordered me to be careful. None of them trusted her reversal of character, and neither did I. It was unusual for someone who had always been on my neck, to change. It was almost as if she had an ulterior motive.
I was called back to the present by a ding from my phone. Frowning, I raised it, blushing when I read the message. The heat started from my neck and spread over my face.
“What are they thinking?!” I hissed as I re-read the message.
Blue: Come to our office. With your undies in your hand.
I would be a liar if I said the message didn’t turn me on, but I couldn’t ignore the fact we were in the freaking office. Why would they ask me to walk across the hall to get to them, with my panties in my hand?
Fred: You have 2 minutes to comply, else we will come in here and take you. Thrown across my shoulder, of course.
A shiver went through my body at those words. I knew they would do good on their threat. Ever since the office learned we were dating, they had been super clingy. Throwing me across their shoulders was a piece of cake.
Gulping, I got up from my seat. My hands shook as I raised my skirt. It was at that moment that I understood why Blue asked me to wear a flared skirt today.
In case I failed to mention, I officially moved in with them two days ago. They had me return to my flat, to pick up some essentials. Though I didn’t draw up the contract, I knew I wasn’t returning there, not with how clingy they were.
This morning, I had opted for black slacks, but Blue pointed out that I would look better in a skirt, and I followed his advice. Not realizing he had some tricks up his sleeve. He just wanted me in a skirt, knowing it would be easier for them to access my body.
With the black lingerie out of the way, I clenched it tight and strode towards my door. I tried to look as composed as I could, so no one would know the war going through my mind as I stepped out of my office.
As I walked over to their office, my gaze darted around, to be certain no one was around. I was trying to avoid as much gossip as I could, knowing how much they loved things like that. It was my luck that Chris went out for an exclusive interview with the son of the president – Blue helped her with it. Had she been around, she would have caught me before I could take a step into their office.
Puffing out a breath, I opened the door and stepped in as my eyes went to them. Their office was simple. There were three single couches and a golden desk in the middle.
A large Mahogany table took almost half of the room, and on the other side sat my lovers. Blue smirked when he saw me, while Fred played with his necktie.
The grey shirt they were putting on was opened up to the fifth button and their neckties were on the desk instead of their neck. Their jackets were hanging on the hooks with the cardigan they said they would wear to the board meeting.
I tore my gaze from their suits to face them. “This is working hours, you know, right?” I demanded as I stepped forward.
Fred grinned at my question, amused. “What are you doing here? It’s work hours, yet you are here, Bunny. What do you want?”
“You asked for me, didn’t you?”
“You could have refused.” Fred made it sound like I had a choice when their texts said otherwise.
I gritted my teeth at him. “Didn’t you threaten to throw me across your shoulder?”
“I did.” He relaxed in his chair. “I was eagerly awaiting that, you know?”
“You aren’t in luck then.” I raised my lingerie and let it dangle. “This was what you asked for, right?” I pursed my lips, trying not to laugh when their gazes locked with my panties.
“Does that mean you are naked down there?” Blue’s eyes shone as he got up from his chair.
“What do you think?”
“Raise your skirt,” Fred whispered. “We want to know if you did as we asked.”
“Why don’t you come close and check?” I folded my arms.
“Is that a challenge?” Blue’s eyes glittered. I knew the look on his face all too well.
“Take it as you will.” I took a step towards their table as they watched me. They fixed their predatory gaze on me, watching my steps.
I continued towards them until I got to their desk. “Here you go. What do you wish to do with it?” I dropped my panties on the table and watched them.
“What do you think we want to do with it?” Fred walked around the table and got to my side. “Why do you think we called you here?”
He stopped in front of me and reached out. I stepped back before he could touch me, smirking when he gave me a frustrated look.
“What’s wrong? Have you forgotten where we are? This isn’t home, it’s -”
A yelp left me when he closed the distance between us in a flash and had me on the table as he stood between my thighs.
“How many times have I asked you not to use your powers on me?!” I yelled at him, glaring. “You are cheating!”
“If cheating gives me satisfaction, then I don’t mind.”
“Haven’t you always wondered how thrilling it would be to have sex in the office?” Blue inquired as he came over to my side.
“Sex? I thought….”
Fred placed his index finger across my lips, silencing me. “What did you think we called you here for? To sniff your panties? Now, that’s amusing, love, because we aren’t playing with you.”
“We have always wanted to fuck you in the office.” Blue reached out to rub my lower lip.