Page 42 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
“Hello?”
“Miss Wagner?”
“Yes.”
“This is your driver. We’re ready when you are.”
“Thank you. I’ll be right down.”
And now I was ridiculously nervous, but somehow, I managed to make my way to the ground floor, then out into the darkness. Sure enough, there was a stretch limousine idling in front of my building. Better than that, Landon and Langston were both standing outside of it, waiting for me.
I was pretty sure my heart did a little stutter in my chest when I noticed they’d both changed, their suits immaculate and fitted to their impressive bodies. It made me all the more eager to know what they looked like without the suits.
“Good evening,” Landon greeted when I approached.
“Good evening.” I smiled.
“You look stunning,” he added as he leaned in and kissed me. His lips were firm against my mouth.
“Thank you,” I whispered, slightly breathless from his mouth on mine.
Langston was a little more hands-on. His palms traveled from my wrists up to my neck before his lips lightly brushed mine. “My brother’s right. You do look stunning.”
I appreciated the way they treated me as though this really was a date and not an extension of our office agreement. Truth be told, I hadn’t expected to see any of them outside of the office, so this was a nice surprise.
“Are you ready?” Langston asked, tilting my head back as he leaned in once more and pressed his lips to mine.
When he released me, I nodded. For a brief second, I wondered whether anyone saw us. More accurately, I wondered if anyone saw the fact that I was kissing two men.
I shrugged it off because it didn’t bother me. At some point, it might, but right then, I was more worried about spending the evening with the two of them. I couldn’t deny that I was nervous. Although I knew them, I didn’t really know them. Which meant this was going to likely be awkward.
Once the three of us were in the car, the privacy window went up.
“Did you like the gift?” Landon inquired.
Heat infused my face as I became aware once again of the plug currently filling my ass. “I did. Thank you.”
“Turn around,” Landon instructed, his voice firm.
I frowned, confused about what he meant.
His tone became slightly less insistent when he said, “If you don’t mind, I’d like you to bend over and show me the plug.”
My face flamed with embarrassment, but strangely enough, my body did as he requested. I turned around, then felt my dress being lifted. Strong hands urged me to lean forward, baring my ass for them.
“Very nice,” Landon said approvingly, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks gently.
More heat slammed into me.
When my dress was lowered to cover my butt, I turned around and sat on the seat. I felt the pressure of the plug inside me. I’d thought it would be painful, but it wasn’t. Oh, sure, I was completely aware that it was there, but it didn’t hurt. Just uncomfortable.
“Are you hungry?” Landon asked.
“Starving.” It was no less than the truth. I hadn’t eaten since lunch, which seemed so long ago.
“Then we should get you fed,” Langston noted.
I smiled at both men, feeling a tad uncomfortable. I mean, I did work for them, so going to dinner wasn’t exactly in the job requirements. Then again, much of what had taken place wasn’t in the job requirements. At least none that I would’ve signed on for initially.
“How long have you lived in the area?” Landon prompted.
“All my life.” I smiled. “My mother and stepfather live about twenty minutes away in the house I grew up in. When I graduated from high school at seventeen, I moved into dorms for college, desperate to get out of their house.”
“You were young when you graduated,” he acknowledged.
“My birthday’s in June. I turned eighteen shortly after graduation.”
“Eager to run off to college, then?”
I chuckled. “More like I was eager to get out of my parents’ house.”
“Were they difficult to live with?” Landon probed.
“It wasn’t so much that as it was I was lonely. My mother wasn’t the hands-on type.” I forced a smile. I didn’t particularly care to talk about my mother. “Needless to say, college was an adventure for me. I had dozens of friends and, truthfully, graduating was the hardest part. I got my degree in three years, having taken summer classes so I didn’t have to go home.”
“Impressive. What made you decide on an accounting degree?”
“That was my mother’s choice. I would’ve preferred something else.” I chuckled again. “Anything else, actually. But I learned early on not to challenge her.” My smile wasn’t quite so forced as I continued, “Once I was finished, I knew I had to come home. More so because my stepfather asked me to. He wanted me to be close, in case I needed anything. I opted for not too close.”
