Page 29 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
“It’s very informal in here.” Jordan motioned toward the left of the room. “The coffee bar is over there.” His hand dropped lower. “And a wine refrigerator on the floor. They like to celebrate their big deals.”
Good to know.
Jordan stood suddenly and held up a finger before tapping his ear. It took a second for me to realize he was greeting a caller, which meant he must have forwarded the phones to his earpiece? I wasn’t sure how all that worked.
While he spoke coolly and professionally, I watched. Before I could ask any questions, he waved quickly, then disappeared out of the room, continuing to have a conversation with someone on the other end of the call.
“Okay,” I said to myself as I stared around the room. “I should get the coffee ready.”
As I did, several questions blasted me all at once and I wished Jordan was still there so I could speak them aloud.
Would they want me to leave so they could have their meeting?
Would they want me to stay in here? To serve coffee?
Or would they want me to stay and take notes?
Should I get something to write with or bring my laptop?
Crap.
I hadn’t the slightest clue how this could get so complicated, but it seemed I was getting flustered. Obviously more so than I thought, because the next thing I knew, Ben and Justin were stepping into the room and I’d clearly lost track of time.
Ben made his way over to me—or rather the coffee bar—immediately. He gifted me with a sexy grin, flashing his pearly whites, before pouring a cup and adding two Sweet ’n Lows. That was how he took his coffee. No creamer.
When he stepped back, I found myself in his way and he suddenly brushed up against me. It caused me to automatically suck in a breath. One, I didn’t expect it. Two, I didn’t realize exactly how big the man was until right then. I’d always considered him the smallest of the four, but he made me feel incredibly tiny. And three, he smelled so freaking good it was hard not to want to inhale when he was around.
“Excuse me,” he whispered softly, his warm hand sliding down my arm.
Was that…? Was he…?
It felt almost too casual a move for my boss to make on me, but maybe I had imagined it. After all, I was a little light-headed from the initial physical contact.
Justin was the next one to pass me and he, too, touched my arm. A frisson of heat speared my core as I tried to process what had just happened. Before I could get my bearings, Landon and Langston were there, practically sandwiching me between them as one got coffee, then the other. They took theirs black, so it didn’t take but a second. Still, their proximity had me trying not to breathe. Or pass out.
When Langston’s hand brushed my hip, my eyes flew up to his face. Way up. He flashed a rare grin and a quick wink and I was suddenly confused about where I was.
Maybe I was still at home, in my bed. This was a dream, right? Had to be. I mean, I did have a pretty nice fantasy on Saturday night that involved four sexy men and my vibrator. Well, the vibrator wasn’t in the fantasy. It was the cure for the fantasy.
Surely that was the case. I was still asleep and that was the only reason all four of my bosses had casually touched me, inciting sparks beneath my skin.
I subtly reached up and pinched myself.
Ouch.
Okay, not dreaming.
When all four men took a seat, I turned toward the exit. Since they had a meeting, maybe I could go into the bathroom and…
“We’d like you to stay,” Justin said, halting my progress toward the door.
I spun around and faced them, my short skirt flaring out and a cool wash of air hitting my upper thighs. At least one, if not all of them, noticed the move and I found four pairs of eyes drifting south, then quickly back up.
“Should I…um…get my laptop?”
Ben shook his head. “No need. But feel free to get some coffee if you’d like.”
I swallowed hard.
I didn’t want coffee, but I needed a minute to compose myself.
So coffee it was.
Twelve
“EVERY MONDAY, GOING FORWARD, WE’LL have a standing meeting. You can add it to our calendars. We’ll use this time to discuss the events of the previous week, as well as what’s on the horizon,” Justin explained, speaking directly to me.
“We’ll want you to join us,” Ben added.
That made perfect sense, so I offered a smile with a respectful, “Yes, sir.”
His glowing eyes darkened and I realized that anytime I said sir, these men seemed to get off on it. It made me want to use that phrase all day, every day. And I’d given that some serious thought as well. Especially after I read the book Langston had let me borrow. His Name Is Sir had been an enlightening tale of wickedly delicious sex. I’d devoured every word, finding myself far more interested in a lifestyle I knew absolutely nothing about. It had spurred me to read more, so not only had I continued to read TJ Arlington’s books, but I had discreetly found the names of other authors Langston represented and purposely sought their work on my iPad. Let’s just say, not only was I intrigued but my vibrator had gotten plenty of use these past few weeks.
