She thought about Raymond. The man was suave. Definitely older than her, but she was always more mature. Life’s curveballs sure did make her grow up fast and take the hits as they came. She wondered how Bryer was doing and if he got to sleep okay. He was so upset about feeling weak and missing the kickball game.
The tears filled her eyes and as she gathered the papers to look over the rest of the list. The moment she felt the hand on her waist, she jerked to the right and there was Flynn. Piercing blue eyes, jet-black hair, and the aroma of masculine cologne attacked her body.
“Hey,” she stated, sounding breathless. He did that to her. He made her whole body feel like a jolt of an electric shock hit it hard.
She looked down at the paper, and his hand rested on her hip bone. Her pussy clenched and her legs suddenly felt unstable. Goddamn it. I can’t take this.
“Hey yourself. You getting ready to leave or can you stay and have a drink with Jett and I?” he asked.
She turned toward him, absolutely shocked by his words.
“A drink with you? Why?” she asked, suddenly on the defensive.
His eyes widened slightly, and then Flynn took on that look of charm and superiority.
“Because I’m your boss, and we’d like to talk with you.”
Of course. They’re my bosses and want to talk to me. Why the hell did I get excited? Why would I think it meant more? Why do I keep doing this to myself? They don’t want me. Not like I want them.
She cleared her throat. “Okay, I need to talk to you about this order anyway.”
“What seems to be the problem?” he asked, as he leaned against her, looking over her shoulder, and wrapping his arm around her waist.
She felt her voice get caught in her throat. What was he up to? Why was Flynn doing this? Why now? She needed some space. She couldn’t think with his body pressed against hers. Her mind couldn’t focus, but instead she imagined them naked. Him standing behind her, his dick deep in her pussy, making her scream his name.
“Flynn, you didn’t even check this over. You have to be more careful.” She stepped out of his hold and to the side. She pointed at the line, the items he missed.
He looked down at her, and his size, his masculinity did a number on her nerves.
“I trust you, Adelina. Don’t you know that?” he asked softly.
She was dumbfounded by his whispering words, the way his striking blue eyes roamed over her body. Why was he being like this?
“Well, you need to be more careful. What if I’m not here or I leave one day, then what?”
“Leave?” he asked, reaching for her arm and caressing it. “You can’t leave. Why would you?”
She took a deep breath and released it. “I didn’t say that I am. I’m just saying that you need to be aware of what’s going on so you can handle it. Someone could rip you off.”
“Not gonna happen. Now come on. Join Jett and I.”
Reluctantly she followed him toward a table near the back. The place was slowly closing down. Just a few more stragglers.
As she approached the table, she noticed Murph talking to Jett. Then Jett looked at her. His dark blue eyes were a deep contrast to the black shirt he wore tonight. Both he and Flynn had such serious, sometimes cold eyes. Their jet black hair, tan complexions and ability to unnerve most people with just their stare alone, was powerful. Like right now. Jett looked lethal. Her whole body reacted. When he looked at her like that, she wanted to raise her hands up into the air, throw her head back, and moan “Take me.” Jesus, I need some serious help.
Murph locked gazes with her, and he shrugged his shoulders then whispered the word, “Sorry.” She had no idea what that meant, but it didn’t sit right at all with her.
“Adelina, please, sit down.” Jett motioned with his hand for her to take a seat at the table. His tone and his expression were dark, and she immediately knew that he was up to something. She could read it in his eyes. He held her gaze as she
looked up at him. A bottle of wine sat on the table, along with three glasses. Flynn poured them each a glass and then handed her one.
“To another great night. You’re appreciated, Adelina, you know that, don’t you?” Jett asked, as he made the toast. She clinked her glass against theirs and held tightly as she took a sip. Her belly ached.
“Thank you, Jett. I appreciate that. So what’s going on?” she asked. She wanted to get down to it. Being this close to and sharing glasses of wine with the two men she fantasized about fucking for the last year was too difficult to handle.
Jett leaned back into his chair, his debonair expression and confidence suited him well.
“So, how is life?” he asked. Small talk? Interesting.