ks so much. I have things I need to take care of in the morning.”
Okay, so now I’m starting to panic and I so shouldn’t, but stress is getting to me. I’m starting to feel like I’m that girl I used to be — the one that gets cheated on and has a shitty boss, and I just can’t be that girl anymore. So why does part of me want to run away, or at least retreat into my mind? I need to be able to calm myself, gather myself, and basically be as badass as if Abby wrote me.
Parker shoots me a look that makes me feel strong as I should be, not weak like I’m afraid to be. Mason and Derek look like they might be considering grabbing one end of me and proposing another round.
I…so don’t think I can have another orgasm for maybe, like, a year? I mean I think my lips might go numb, and I only sorta mean the ones on my face.
Parker walks up to me and helps me with my zipper, his other hand resting on my hip. It feels so natural that for a second I imagine he’s my boyfriend. The thing is though … I’d want them all to be my boyfriend, and that’s just not how it works, right?
Of course not! That would be just too wild. I couldn’t pick just one of them, but if I wanted anything more than sex, well I’m sure I’d have to.
Though I’m replaying the events before the erotic buffet. They all seemed very eager to share.
There was no competitiveness between them when they were fucking me.
Hmm, it makes you think…but I told them that I wanted casual sex, and that’s the truth. I don’t want to be tied down or controlled. Okay, maybe during sex. But I’m finally spreading my wings and living my life as my own, well, life to live. Could I possibly have both?
As soon as I walk out of this room and into my bathroom, that kind of clear “now we’re through” move, this night basically never happened and I’m going to forget all about it. Or, at least I think I’ll try. Or maybe...maybe I just won’t have to deal with the questions that don’t have answers. Or fight for those answers. The uncertainty of not knowing what they want makes me nervous. I realize that I can’t lose them all.
Walking is erotic right now. My nipples brushing against the fabric of my bra, the feel of blood rushing into my legs, or just how perfectly sore my pussy is? Every little thing makes me want to race back to that bedroom and forget the real world for another night, rather than hide in my bathroom in a shower.
But three perfect men? That’s not reality at all. That’s pure fantasy. I have other shit to handle.
Chapter 11
Mason
The limo glides down Fifth Avenue toward Times Square and I sigh looking out the window briefly before turning back to my audience.
Those people on the street...walking, shopping, smoking, talking. You think they have any idea what's going on in this limo? What kind of plans are being hatched in this sleek Mercedes-Benz Maybach limited edition stretch limousine?
I doubt it.
They can’t see inside the tinted windows.
They don’t see the look of worry on my fucking face as I turn toward Derek, Cara, and Parker. Cara is sitting next to Derek on one side of the limo. Parker is sitting on the seats on the other side. I’m sitting on the backseat.
This is crucial. We need to know exactly what’s going to be happening if we’re going to pull this off.
I hold up the micro flash USB drive again and look at Derek.
“When you get into Sienna’s office, Derek, you’re going to see one single laptop on her desk,” I say. He nods at me. “It’s important that you go turn it on and then stick in this USB drive,” I tell him.
Derek nods. But then he asks me a question.
“Her computer is probably going to have a password, Mason,” he says.
I nod my head in response and say, “It will. But this USB drive won’t care. It’s designed especially to go into whatever system it’s in and extract data – encryption and all. Leave it in for over 30 seconds and it will start to download. Its progress will be shown on the screen, superseding anything else. You got that?” I finish with a question.
“How do we know that Sienna’s all-important laptop will even be in her office?” Parker asks.
That’s not actually a bad question.
“Right, wouldn’t she be taking it with her to Shameless?” Derek chimes in.
See, Sienna is gone the next three days to the Shameless Book Signing in Tampa, Florida. We planned this as such. We knew that a Top Rainforest.com author wouldn’t go around broadcasting her intentions to take down Naughty Angel Publishing. There is only one way we’re going to get the evidence we need based on what Cara overheard.
We’re going to have to break in. And steal it.