“Yeah, their interns stay in the office next to theirs. But, you are the only one that made the cut this time. I’m Amy, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you.” She seemed really nice. She was average height with brown hair pulled back into a bun, and wore a simple black skirt suit. I suppose the dress code was really professional.
We reached the end of the hall and came to a sort of common room. There were two doors adjacent to each other, and the office was closed off with black shutter blinds. The center room had sleek, gray leather couches and a mini kitchen with a coffee and doughnut bar. I love doughnuts, this wouldn’t be good for me. I only had a moment to admire the space before she tugged me to the side, where another door was on the opposite end. The rooms shared walls, and I wondered how thin they were.
“This is it.” She opened the door to a wide space.
There were two large desks with two desktops on them. There was a space off to the side with a leather couch similar to the one in the main room.
“It’s nice.” I set my bag down on the table in front of the couch. I wasn’t sure which desk I wanted to claim yet anyway.
“Yeah, they treat us well here. Speaking of, I will go and tell them you are here.” She smiled kindly and left.
My heart did a few pitter patters before I realized I would be seeing them. Get a hold of yourself!
I scolded myself. But it was nearly impossible. Those two were so sexy and imposing, I could not imagine being in their presence in such a small and enclosed space. At the school, there were passersby everywhere. And the restaurant was packed. I barely made it out of their apartment before acting out my lifelong fantasy of being shared by two sexy alpha males.
I was in deep shit.
I quickly checked myself; my hair and clothes before I deemed myself acceptable. Just as my palms started sweating there was a heavy knock on the door. I felt my heart in my stomach as my throat clenched.
I cleared my throat, “come in.” I sighed in relief when my voice had come out at least a little bit normal.
They appeared one after the other. Shoulders broad, faces calm and chiseled by the gods. Jake was rocking a one-day shadow, his dress shirt slightly undone and tie loosened while Logan had a clean-shaven face, his jawline clenched and his blue tie bouncing off of his eyes. I stood, knees wobbly and all as I took them in. Jake shut the door behind him and smiled kindly at me. His eyes were dark as he looked at me, he didn’t make a secret of looking my body up and down.
“Hello, sit please.” Logan gestured to the couch I was already sitting on before.
I sat down nervously, thinking they would sit on the love seats but instead, they sat on either side of me. I was surrounded by their manliness and intoxicating musk. I couldn’t tell whose was who, but I smelled a light cologne with fresh soap and detergent, and then a rougher cinnamon scent with a sharper cologne. I was almost dizzy.
“How was your day?” Jake asked, on the other end of the couch he sat with his legs open, as if he were inviting me in…
“It was good. Long, but good.”
I felt Logan chuckle. I turned to him, and he smiled kindly.
“I thought you may want to go over some things.” I hadn’t noticed the folder he was holding until he set it on the table.
I nodded, “yes, of course.”
I scooted closer to the table, and then it was impossible to breathe. They both came closer, so much so their legs touched either side of mine. Trapping me. They were so warm, no; hot. Their touch was burning a hole in my dress.
“We thought we should start with the basics. Maybe you could shadow us for a bit, since we are working on a new development. You can see how we do things from start to finish. Once we meet with legal and financial and all that boring stuff, we can make way with your start-up.”
I stifled a giddy smile. It all seemed so real. Legal, financial, my start-up. I knew I was right to insist they didn’t buy me off, what was really crazy was that they didn’t press about it or throw around big numbers to try and sway me. I felt respected, and that meant more than anything.
But I also felt like I would explode if I didn’t touch one of them. Or one of them didn’t touch me. If I wasn’t sure before, I knew it then. I needed their hands on me. I needed their touch, I needed them. I wasn’t sure how long I could last.
“If you have any questions, come by anytime. Our doors are always open.” Jake said.
I turned to him; his eyes were hooded over with desire. He wanted me. I turned to Logan; he had the same look. Only he tried to hide it. Could it be because he was a professor? I guessed so.
“Thank you.” I cleared my throat, and smoothed my clammy palms over my dress.
They smiled and stood. I missed their warmth immediately.
“If you stick around for a bit, we can give you an official tour,” Logan added before he shut the door behind him.
A tour? No way I would make it through that. My mind had gone elsewhere the entire time they were here. Thinking of their hands on me, or their lips exploring me. My pussy clenched the entire time and I felt an undeniable pool of wetness between my legs. I leaned against the back of the couch, shuddering from anything but the cold. I needed a relief, something.