His gaze finally leaves the mirror and his eyes meet mine. He doesn’t even try to hide it when he adjusts himself. We stay like that, suspended in lust for some time. He’s the first to break eye contact. It’s probably for the best. I don’t have that kind of self-control. In fact, I was seconds from asking him to fuck me right here and now. He did, after all, say if I needed anything to just let him know.
“I should probably get in the shower before the rest of them hog it,” he says.
“That’s a good idea. By the looks of things, you’ll be needing a cold one,” I say with a smile.
He glances down at the mound in his pants. “Yeah, I don’t think that thing is going down on its own anytime soon.”
He gives me a sideways grin and leaves. I sprawl out on the bed and bask in the comfort of its cushiony pillow top. Part of the fun of this job is going to be teasing these sexy men. They don’t seem to mind one bit, though.
Over the next few weeks, I work harder than I’ve ever worked to prove I’m worth the hire. Mostly, I try to impress Winston who is still somewhat cold to me compared to the others. I’d like to say that’s just his personality, but I’ve seen him with other people. He’s warm and inviting. He’s not rude to me, not by any means, but there’s this invisible wall between us that I can’t seem to break through.
The others, on the other hand, are fun and they like to flirt with me. Not a day goes by that actually feels like work. They even stop by the apartment after work most days for coffee and just to hang out. I admit, I like the attention they give me. I’m not blind to the fact that each and every one of them eye-fucks me. Even Winston does in his subtle way. At work, I dress professionally, but at home, I like to parade around in skimpy shorts and tank tops. None of them has said anything about it, but they look at me like a pack of hungry dogs circling a steak.
At work, I like to keep things as professional as possible. I wear the appropriate length skirts and sweaters, form fitting, but not revealing, and my hair is usually pulled back. Only my high-heels are what some might consider over-the-top sexy, but there’s no way anyone is going to keep me from my stilettos. As long as they’re paired with the right outfit, they don’t look slutty by any standards.
It’s been a long day at the office. My eyes are beat. Looking at the blue light of my tablet all day has given me a low-grade headache and blurry vision. I need a break. Getting up from my desk, I go to the break room to grab my fifth cup of coffee of the day. On my way, I hear shuffling behind me. When I turn around, it’s Trey. He’s wearing baggy jeans and a t-shirt. His hair is shaggy and there’s a day-old scruff of a beard on his face. He looks exhausted. Probably because he’s more of a night-owl and has been working day and night coding. Even though he looks a bit run-down, he makes it look hot. I guess it’s that whole bad boy vibe he gives off.
He’s highly intelligent. You wouldn’t know it by looking at him. At first glance, one might think he spends his time around skate parks or in dive bars playing pool. But he’s actually really dedicated to his job and knows his way around any computer system you throw at him. He’s also a wealth of knowledge. Anytime anyone has question, he has the answer. He even knows random things no one else knows. He’d be amazing on Jeopardy. I bet his IQ is off the charts.
He slowly approaches me. I back up until I’m against the counter. He keeps approaching until there are only a few inches between us. With all his baggy clothes, he doesn’t seem that large, but up close, he towers over me. He has beautiful tattooed arms, muscular, but not over-kill. When does he possibly have the time to work out? When do any of them have time for anything? It seems like any time they’re not working, they’re hanging out with me at the house.
“How have your first couple of weeks at work treated you?” he asks.
“Perfect. I love my job.”
He comes even closer. Close enough so I can feel his body heat and his breath in my hair. He smells like the cinnamon gum he’s always chewing.
“You’ve really changed this place,” he says. “It seems brighter here somehow. Even Winston isn’t such a stiff these days. I can see why everyone is into you.”
At first I was just basking in the compliments. It’s flattering to hear him talk about everyone being happier with me around, but they’re into me? I don’t even know what to say about that. I’m into them, too. Each of the men I work with has their own unique special quality about them. If they all came together like a Transformer, they would make the perfect man.
Trey leans toward me. My heart races. Is he going to kiss me? I hold in my breath and brace myself for it. If he kisses me, I don’t think I’d be able to stop. I would want more. I want him so badly right now my head might explode. It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex with anything other than my dildo and I need it. I start to close my eyes, but instead of kissing me, he reaches over me and turns off the coffee pot.
“Your cup was about to spill over,” he says with the most infuriating, sexy smile.
My breath rushes from my lungs. He walks out like nothing happened. I have to hold onto the countertop to keep my knees from buckling. Then I laugh at myself for getting so worked up. I really need to get laid. I can’t help but think that there are five gorgeous men sitting out there who are perfect for the job. I’d be thrilled to be with any one of them. But they are my bosses and I probably shouldn’t think that way. It doesn’t hurt to fantasize, though.
Three
Ever since Trey told me all of my bosses are into me, I start to notice things I might not have noticed before. Nearly every morning Winston brings me a donut from a shop that is nowhere near the office or where we live. He says it’s for a pick-me-up, but he hasn’t brought one for anyone else. Feeding me seems to be his way of flirting, because there is always some kind of new chocolate or pastry landing on my desk. He’s definitely not as cold as he once was.
I notice Jason flirting with me at meetings. Derrek sends me flowers to make my apartment feel more like a home than a temporary arrangement. Trey is openly flirty with me in all capacities, and then there’s Beck. He’s been watching me. At first I thought that it was to keep track of my performance at work, but I’m starting to think it’s more than that.
I fumble like an idiot whenever I’m around him. I never know the right words to say, and yet he’s always telling me how smart and competent I am. I don’t feel that way. I feel like an air-headed school girl with a huge crush on her teacher.
When I get back to my office and he calls me over to his desk, my heart instantly jolts and I’m nervous. His desk has a partition so we’re somewhat hidden from the others. He leans back in his hair, holding some brightly colored squishy toy in his hands.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, picking at a corner of my fingernail. I don’t know what to do with my hands. Or my feet. I start to shift my weight. Why am I so awkward around him?
He chuckles. The sound of his beautiful deep voice makes me both relaxed and a nervous wreck at the same time, which doesn’t sound like it would make sense, but it’s how my body feels. It’s all very confusing.
“Everything is perfect,” he says.
God, he’s hot. Those green eyes under his thick lashes make me want to melt. My thoughts always end up dirty whenever I’m around him. Like now, how I picture myself straddling the chair. Those large, strong hands cupping my ass as he kisses me with those lush full lips.
“Okay,” I say, the word practically a squeak when my voice cuts out. I clear my throat to get it back.
“I was wondering if you’d like to go get a drink with me after work,” he says.