We head to Bella’s office and find her on the phone. Her eyes are sharp. “I don’t appreciate repeating myself, sir … No, as I said, I am the only manager you’ll speak with. And I don’t tolerate that kind of language. Work on the attitude and call back, perhaps then you’ll be able to talk to Mr. Langston.”
She hangs up, looks at us, and pales slightly. Since the white button-up she has on stays lighter than her skin, I’m not worried about her fainting. The khaki skirt is a smart match, just like the black heels she has on. She brushes her dark hair away from her face.
“Roman, I was just …”
“You handle customers well,” Matthew says gently. “We have no need for people who don’t have common courtesy.”
She smiles and then sits in her chair, pulling it tightly to her desk. I smirk ever so slightly and see her go from pale to interested in a second. That hunger in her eyes reminds me of how good she can be.
“How busy are you right now, Bella?”
“Not very.” She hedges. “Why?”
“You know Matthew. However, Gunner, Miles, and I have been eating up all your attention. Is that fair?”
She narrows her eyes. I’m sure she’s about to sass me, but I roll up my sleeves to my elbow and she nods once. “Considering this is a work environment first, I didn’t think of that.”
“She’s diligent,” Matthew says with a gentle smile.
I close the distance between Bella and I. Kissing her neck once, I lift my lips to her ear. “You got Miles’s cock buried deep inside you, but I think you’re eager for more. I remember how you looked at me once you were done.”
“Because you’re holding out on me, Roman.”
“I am. You have to earn my cock,” I remind her. “I think Matthew would appreciate some of your attention, don’t you?”
Her eyes raise to Matthew. She looks at him differently. It’s like she’s waiting for him to jump her as easily as Miles or I have. I walk back to my friend. “You’ve been wound too tightly.”
“That’s what stress balls are for, not women,” Matthew says, but his eyes linger on Bella as she stands. “How are you settling in, Bella?”
“Depends on what position you’re asking about.” She walks to Matthew and wraps his tie around her hand, pulling him close. “Some positions are more fun than others.”
“I’m sure. You’re in high demand,” He says, no hint on whether he’s flirting or being serious.
Bella blinks a few times, then tugs his tie tighter, pulling him down onto her level. “Perhaps I need some hands-on lessons from you. I can make room in my schedule.”
Matthew goes red. “I um … I’d appreciate that.”
“I have time now. I’m very efficient,” She purrs, then stands on her toes, one foot kicked up as she whispers something in Matthew’s ear. When she draws back, I swear, he looks like someone just cursed next to him in church. “What do you think?”
He slowly unwinds his tie from her fist and cups her cheek in his hand. “You don’t have to do that, Bella. If you’d like, I can take you on a date. I’m free tonight for dinner or tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow, Bella will be coming over to our place.” I hate it, even as I say it. Miles is more optimistic than I am about how this will end. “As long as her schedule allows it.”
“If Sugar Daddy says I’m going, I’m going. Especially since I’ll need at least one new bra.” She says with sass and a wink.
I catch her trailing hand, twist her under my arm, then pull her back against me. Matthew looks at us enviously. I know he tries hard to be a gentleman. We’ve shared a woman for the night, but he has his own way of doing things. Not to mention he believes in fine lines between business and pleasure.
Lines I love to cross. I kiss Bella’s temple. “Did Matthew turn you down?”
“You heard him just fine, sir,” Bella replies. “I don’t force myself on people.”
I shake my head slightly. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing, beautiful Bella.”
She hums in her throat and undoes another button on her shirt. Since I suggested she shouldn’t wear bras at work, she hasn’t. Proof she understands obedience. I reach into her shirt and cup her breast, stroking until her nipple hardens against my hand.
Matthew’s throat bobs and I see a flash of lust in his eyes. “You can’t tell me you don’t want to kiss her, Matthew.”
“Of course I do. I have eyes.”