Page 21 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
“I don’t think there’s anything aggressive about that girl,” Langston said.
I nodded my head while I unabashedly admired Ben, making sure he saw me doing it. Ben and I had been getting closer as the days passed. For about a year now, we’d begun openly seeing one another outside of the club. Initially, I’d kept all of our interactions in public for fear I would get too close to him.
However, I hadn’t been lying when I told Luci that I wasn’t dating anyone. That wasn’t the right word for what Ben and I had going on. Not in my opinion, anyway.
Regardless, I’d gotten close to him. It was one of those things, I figured. It was going to happen, no matter how hard I tried to do the opposite. And I was getting too damned old to pretend otherwise.
“I noticed that,” Landon added, his crude gaze darting from one man to another. “And she shows no favoritism.”
“Which is a plus,” Langston tacked on.
I knew Langston had a thing for Luci. I’d known it the moment I saw him look at her. There was something distinctly innocent about her and that was exactly what Langston was looking for. He and Landon both. They wanted a submissive who they could share permanently. The same as Ben and me. Although I was Ben’s Dom, my pup was a switch and he was looking for a submissive that we could both top, while still giving me the freedom to top him whenever I felt like it.
The truth was, Landon, Langston, Ben, and I wanted someone we could share in the office. A woman we could get to know on a more intimate level yet still maintain a certain sense of professionalism.
Although Luci seemed like the perfect candidate for that position, I feared we were all going to want more from her. I saw the way Landon looked at her, too. He was enthralled, but I couldn’t very well blame him.
“What I want to know is where she comes up with these outfits,” Landon said, chuckling. “The girl makes me hard just looking at her.”
I smiled. I knew the feeling well.
“I like that she rarely wears pants,” Ben said, his perfect teeth flashing as he grinned. “It definitely spurs my imagination.”
We were unquestionably getting off topic here, so I decided to bring it back around. “I think we continue on the way that we are. If any issues arise, we’ll discuss them one off. However, we’ll move forward as we have been. At the one-month mark, or close to, we’ll implement the Monday meetings and see where it goes from there.”
My three partners all agreed.
And it had me wondering just how long we would continue to be in agreement.
Luciana Wagner was a woman I didn’t think any of us were prepared for.
Didn’t mean we weren’t going to see where it led.
Nine
“IS IT JUST ME, OR do you appear to be running out of the building?” Jordan teased when I made my way to the elevator right at five thirty on Thursday.
I smiled as he joined me. “I don’t run. Ever.”
“Not in those heels,” he teased.
I laughed. “No, not ever. It would likely take a zombie apocalypse to get me to jog, much less run.”
We were both chuckling when someone cleared their throat behind us. I peered over my shoulder to see Landon making his way toward us. Apparently, he was heading out, too.
Funny, for the past couple of weeks, it seemed that at least one of my bosses left at the same time I did.
“What about now?” Jordan chuckled, his voice low enough I heard him.
I cut my eyes to his face and widened them, silently urging him to be quiet.
“So, what’s the big rush tonight?” he continued, as though I hadn’t willed him to shut up.
I sighed. “I…I kinda have a date.”
“Oh, do tell.” It was as though my words supercharged his excitement and his eyes sparkled.
“Nothing fancy. There’s this guy in my yoga class. He’s asked me out at least three times. I finally gave in.”
“How romantic.” His tone said he thought it was quite the opposite.
“I didn’t want to. But he’s relentless. I figured I’d say yes to shut him up. We agreed to meet at a restaurant near the yoga studio. Super casual.”
Jordan’s gaze slid over me as the door to the elevator opened. “Are you wearing that?”
He didn’t sound as though that was a bad thing.
“Actually, yes. It was either this or yoga pants.”
My newfound friend chuckled. “Going all out, are you?”
I honestly didn’t want to be going on this date, but Will—the guy in my class—wouldn’t stop pestering me about it. He was a nice guy and all, even kind of cute, but certainly not my type. For one, I wasn’t the only one he’d hit on. However, it was possible I was the only one who had accepted.
