“Oohh. I wonder if the man that took your virginity found out about the two men that devirginized your ass.”
Chiara swallowed hard. Emanuel would know that she had sex. He had been pushing her to date and find someone. That was easy for him and his brother. They were chick magnets.
“What are you going to do?”
“Call him back. It’s no big deal,” Chiara said.
So why do I feel guilty for not calling Emanuel and telling him about Cash and Zane?
Heather stood up. “Now that you’re into doubles, maybe you can do both Emanuel and his brother.”
“Oh God, Heather. Sometimes I really wonder about you.”
“Hey, don’t give me any shit. If it weren’t for me, your twat would still be dried up like some old maid instead of a healthy, sexually active, twenty-six-year-old bachelorette. Call me. After you meet with the virginity master.”
Heather walked out, closing the door behind her. Chiara laughed at Heather’s overboard mouth, and picked up the phone and called Emanuel. But she wasn’t going to tell him anything. As she started to press the numbers into her cell phone, she received another text message. She looked at it.
Meet me for lunch at Bravado’s. It’s been weeks. We need to talk. Love ya. Oh…12:30 sharp.
Emanuel.
She smiled as she texted him back. This would be a nice diversion to her crazy emotions. Emanuel always settled her down. Even his brother helped do that, too. Whenever she ranted about how her father wasn’t listening to her, or that he seemed to distance himself from her more and more, they were there to care for her. Emanuel had especially been there to hold her and comfort her when her mom passed away. He was a great friend, just like Heather.
Okay, I’ll be there. Love ya back. ?
She suddenly felt a bit happier as she focused on her work and what needed to be done.
* * * *
Cash and Zane were engaged in a board meeting with their staff about the Costiano company buyout and two other businesses in the city they were interested in. Zane, personally, could care less right now. His mind kept steering back to Chiara.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. That soft, silky skin, her large, plump breasts, and the way she purred and softly moaned while he and Cash had their way with her body. It had been a night of passion and unity, and it scared the hell out of him.
Zane listened to the staff’s final statements of what their next steps were. Cash nodded his head, and added a few other details. When he looked at Zane to ask if he had anything to add, of course Zane didn’t. He was too busy thinking about Chiara. This was insane.
“Anything to add?”
“No. I think you covered it all. If I think of something, I’ll send out a special text,” Zane added, as the staff rose from their seats.
“Oh, Cash, Zane, you have that lunch meeting with the lawyers at 1:00,” Stacy, their assistant, told them.
“Thanks, Stacy. We’ll get there in time,” Cash said then looked at his watch.
“Stacy, have the limo ready to pick us up in twenty minutes. Zane and I have a bunch of these reports to look over on the way.”
“No problem, sir.” She smiled then looked at Zane.
“Must have been someone amazing you were with this weekend.”
Zane looked at her. Stacy never made any comments about their personal lives or the women they were with.
“What?” Zane asked.
“Oh, nothing, Zane. I can just tell that the two of you seem different.”
“Different how so?” Cash asked, as he gathered the documents he needed for the lawyers’ meeting.
“Well, first of all, you’re not all cranky, ordering everyone around, and you seem…more relaxed. Approachable. That is so not the two of you,” Stacy said then squinted her eyes as if really taking the time to analyze them.