Bre was probably equally excited to have kissed Dex, but her focus would be more on the next steps. She had an incredible appetite, one that I was only just beginning to discover. She considered me a confidant as well. And after listening to her talk about Flynn, I felt that we had settled into a kind of “friends with benefits” arrangement.
But Flynn? Why had he called? I hadn’t given him my phone number, so how had he learned my digits? Had Bre given him the information? I didn’t think so. She seemed upset when I told her that Flynn had been to visit me. I didn’t think she would go out and trade contact information with him.
I didn’t have a lot of time to look at the messages, but it seemed like all of them wanted to meet. How I’d come to be the fulcrum of the little group, I wasn’t sure. Of course, I was still working on Bre and Dex to see if I could arrange a threesome. It was my dream come true. Bre was hot and young, while Dex was a person I really cared about. I had been trying to get him in bed for years and years. It seemed like I was closer than I had ever been with Bre as an incentive.
I was supposed to be concentrating on my lecture, but my mind was elsewhere. As soon as class was over, I dove for my phone. A few of the students were waiting to see me, so I put the device down again. I still hadn’t read all the texts, but that was just going to have to wait.
I was able to explain one key concept to two young women. A third had a different question, so I asked her to come back during office hours. One young man wanted to talk to me about his grade. Again, I asked him to come see me during office hours. As part of the job, I was required to have drop-in hours for students to come see me after class. It was a few hours on Thursday and Friday afternoons. Often, I just sat in my office, working on lesson plans until someone came in.
I was finally able to clear all the students out of the room so that I could pay attention to my text messages in peace. The first one was from Dex, bragging about his kiss. He asked if we could meet on Sunday.
The next one was from Bre, raging about the kiss and letting me know that there was something else she needed to talk to me about. The subject was Flynn. I frowned. I hoped it wasn’t more bad news. Flynn wasn’t my favorite person at the moment. He was too stodgy, too arrogant, too convinced that his way was the right way. I thought he needed to relax his grip and let Bre do her own thing.
She didn’t sound angry, but it was hard to tell through a text. I decided to answer her first. I was going to go with my first instinct and try to get all three of us together. If I could arrange my own sexual conquest, then fuck Flynn and the headache he represented. I wasn’t above being selfish if it was for the greater good.
I’d love to hear all about Flynn, I told Breanna.What about Sunday?
Sunday’s great!She wrote back.What about Dex?
I like where your head is at,I teased.I’ll text him right now.I switched over to Dex’s number.Dude, she asked about you. Are you good for Sunday?
Yes!
I switched back to Breanna’s thread.Dex says yes, he can do Sunday.
What about Flynn?she asked.
Flynn’s on his own, I replied.
She sent a sad face, to which I replied with two eggplants and a donut. She sent back a laughing emoji. So it was all set. Sunday we were going to have a wild party. I couldn’t wait. It was a pity that the woman only had one day off. I would have to talk to Flynn about that. Maybe he could make an exception where I was concerned. An additional “fuck Connor” vacation. It would be helpful, but not likely.
I hesitated before opening up Flynn’s contact. His was much more terse, definitely not asking for a piece of my ass.
Connor. This is Flynn. I’d like to meet.That was it.
What could possibly have crawled up his butt that he wanted to talk to me again? I thought we had sorted things quite nicely the last time we met. I told him that Bre was free to choose who to sleep with, and that forcing her to pick just one of us was a bad idea. Maybe he had taken my advice, maybe not.
Bre had something she wanted to share about her boss. Maybe I had been helpful in pushing for a resolution of their sexual tension. Wouldn’t that be something if Big Bad Flynn had little old me to thank for getting past his hang-ups so that he could pursue Bre? I knew that if there was a problem between the two of them, Flynn was the likely source of the anxiety. Bre was a free spirit, someone who was just beginning to explore her sexual identity. Flynn, on the other hand, was gruff and closed-minded. Not someone that I particularly wanted to spend time with.
I supposed I should hear the guy out. If there was anything I could do to help Bre with her situation, that would be worth another conversation with Flynn. I wouldn’t give him the time of day if he wasn’t important to my new friend.
I answered him hesitantly.I can meet with you any day but Sunday.
Monday?Flynn asked.
Sure,I agreed.
Flynn sent a calendar invite, which was something I didn’t even know you could do over text. He was certainly corporate, with all the money and power to show for it. I put it out of my mind. There were more important considerations to be had, including how I was going to prepare for my love fest on Sunday.
I decided a shave and a haircut were in order. I wanted to make a good impression. Gathering up my things into my briefcase, I left the lecture hall. I was looking forward to Sunday like no one’s business. It was enough to dispel any lingering doubts I had about Monday’s appointment. First things first.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
BREANNA
I dried my tears after confessing my doubts to Flynn. I wanted all three of the men who were interested in me, and that was okay. There was nothing wrong with me or with them. It was just a different arrangement.
I didn’t want to get so wrapped up in what I was doing that I forgot about Seanan. She was so much fun to be around; her joy knew no bounds. I wanted to throw myself into my job, to make sure that she had everything she needed. And what she really needed was a friend and a mother. I couldn’t exactly be her mother, but as her nanny, I was the next best thing.