Two Firefighters Next Door: A Bad Boy MFM Romance

by Jay S. Wilder

  No conversation should land anywhere near the vicinity of the neighborhood of TDE-5X, and for that reason, she shook with fear.

  Fuck.

  She tried to swallow, but her throat was too tense to even get out a word, not that she wanted to because she’d be discovered. Like a firm slap, the veracity of the situation hit her. This wasn’t some backyard game she might play with her father, resulting in well-earned soda, chips, and cookies. This was real.

  And, that was a problem. As was their discussion about the TDE-5X.

  It was time for her to get the hell out of here. Sure, she worked on the project, but she shouldn’t have a dog in whatever this fight was, if it were a fight or anything nefarious. Her intuition to flee was spot on.

  She pressed herself back into the darkness of the corridor where the sun had yet to reach and glided stealthily past the board room opening headed back to her area. She was ninety-nine percent sure the five men inside didn’t see her, so she was in the clear.

  Going Home.

  Food. Sleep.

  Forget all of this.

  It was none of her damn business.

  Nicole

  Nicole hadn’t gone far from the board room when the voices inside the board room raised a bit, as the men no doubt figured they were alone at this hour. Even though it clearly wasn’t her business, her nosiness was getting the best of her. She held herself back and listened for just a moment more.

  “As soon as the prototype is replicated, your firm will receive two demo units,” Bob Worthington said in a very official voice.

  “Our superiors at Delta Shandong appreciate your cooperation in expediting this request,” one of the Chinese men replied. “As you can imagine… we are most anxious.”

  I bet you are, Nicole noted to herself as she scowled.

  Again, the specs for this project were clear. Crystal clear, in fact. The TDE-5X was being developed for the United States federal government only, specifically under supervision from the Department of Defense and Homeland Security. A non-American shouldn’t be anywhere near it, including those men in that boardroom.

  And, why the hell did Delta Shandong sound so familiar?

  Okay. Really. I’m done.

  She needed to get a grip. She’d heard enough. More than enough, and as the only apparent witness to what was happening in that boardroom, it didn’t take a rocket scientist for her to know it was not the ideal position for her to be in. That discussion in there was way above her pay grade, so the best thing to do was ignore what she’d heard and get the hell out of there so no one could suggest she knew about it.

  Plausible deniability.

  That was what her father would have told her.

  To make a point of avoiding the area, Nicole turned on her heels and hurried back down the hall. If she hoofed it, she could be out of the building in three minutes. She turned a corner and took a long breath when her workstation was in sight.

  Good. Still no one around.

  She didn’t even stop for a minute. She’d already saved her work, backed it up to the cloud server, and locked up her computer in three clicks. Tracking the seconds in her head, she looped her hand through her work bag that hung off the back of her chair and with the same hand, slid the laptop into the carrier.

  She hunkered down a bit as she sped through the cube farm to the bank of elevators. They were in her line of sight now, so hopefully, at this time of day, she wouldn’t have to wait long.

  However, as she turned the corner past the row of secure shredder boxes… dammit! There they were.

  Bob, Luis, Mr. Wu and the other two. Even though they were still talking, they would definitely see her if she went to press the down button.

  Fuck.

  Okay, so maybe the elevator wasn’t an option. She’d take the stairs down. Nicole slowly leaned her weight into the heavy door and pressed it open as quietly as she could. Then, she let the door fall with a hushed click as she turned to bound down the six flights of stairs.

  On the bottom floor, she burst into the lobby as relief cascades over her. But she stopped short when someone discovered her sneaky exit. Four men in black suits who could make the linebackers Forty-Niners feel tiny were standing in the lobby, still-faced and not smiling. She swallowed hard and kept at her pace. It was a big building, and Terratech wasn’t the only company in the space. For all these hulking men knew, she was someone who just pulled the graveyard shift at the third-floor insurance company’s customer service line.

  Nicole straightened, kept walking forward, and said, “Good morning,” as she walked by the four men.

  One of them grunted something low at her as the other three stood their ground, one seeming to look her up one side and down while the other two were more interested in whatever they were looking at on their phones.

  Score!

  At the front of the lobby, she stretched out her access card, swiped the exit control panel, and slipped through the turnstile. She was out the front revolving doors and at the end of the block in just under four minutes. Daddy would be proud of her.

  Not that there was anything major going down… she didn’t think. The whole situation was odd. Best to get home and get some sleep. Two blocks later, she had her breathing under control. Then the paranoia started to subside. There had to be a logical reason for what she’d heard. At least, she hoped so.

  She’d have to mull over the myriad thoughts, random theories, and invented intrigues after she got some rest, a shit-ton of food, and a hot shower.

  Just then, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee danced through the air and Nicole realized she’d turned down the street in front of the 24-hour diner, one of her favorite places to indulge in a delicious, fat-filled breakfast—especially after a night of clubbing and dancing. That wasn’t the case this morning, but her stomach growled out just the same thinking of her normal chicken apple sausage, egg, and red pepper breakfast burrito. The tables outside were already filling up with early morning risers, so Nicole thought she’d run in and get something to go.

  “I’m not approving your overtime for this, Nicole,” she heard a voice call out to her.

  She would have ignored it if it weren’t for the fact that she recognized that damned voice.

  Ryan Malone.

  The fucking bastard.

  She turned and glanced over at where the sound was coming from. Ryan was sitting at one of the outside tables on the patio with his legs stretched out on the chair across from him. On his right was a flaming redheaded club kid with dark red lips, and a leather bustier, which gave off neon signals of all-night dancing and sex. On his left was a platinum blonde in a white jean mini-skirt and pink crop top that barely left anything to the imagination. Ryan lifted his dark sunglasses. It was obvious he was still drunk and stoned from the hours he spent entertaining these two sluts at the club, while Nicole did his work. In front of the three of them sat a half-filled pitcher of Bloody Mary’s with discarded celery stalks strewn about on the table.

  “Still drinking, I see?” she snarked at Ryan and his bimbos.

  “Hell no,” he said boldly. “I’m still drunk.”

  Nicole shook her head and had to laugh at him. She also had to get a picture of this to post on the team’s forum at work. No way would her co-workers believe this without proof. Ryan always played the straight-laced manager when he was within the walls of Terratech.

  Dammit, she thought as she reached into her purse for her still-dead phone. Oh, fuck it. It was a picture firmly embedded in her memory. That knowledge was enough. Besides, she wanted nothing to do with the shit-show in front of her.

  “Well, enjoy you’re… whatever.” She nodded at Ryan and moved to go inside the diner to place her order.

  “Hang on, Nicky,” he shouted out at her.

  God, she hated the nickname he decided to give her without ever asking for her input. She’d corrected him countless times and had resorted to completely ignoring him whenever he called her Nicky. This time though, she stopp
ed and stabbed her fist to her hip. She’d tolerate it because she could use the time to find out if she had imagined things with that meeting she’d just overheard in the boardroom. Had he known about it? Did he know what was going on? Who those men were? Maybe the alcohol would loosen his lips.

  “What?” Nicole said, her frustration bubbling over.

  Ryan reluctantly released his chicks and hopped down six or seven steps from the patio to the sidewalk to get to her. “You won’t request those hours as overtime, will you?”

  She threw her hands up. “Seriously? That’s why you wanted to talk to me?”

  He stumbled a bit and grabbed onto her arm to steady himself. Or, at least, that’s what it appeared, but Nicole had the sneaking suspicion he was seeking a third for his more-than-ménage party. “Come on, Niiiiiiiicky,” he slurred out. “We’re already over-budget, and I’m gonna catch a ton of shit if I keep turning in more team expenses. You know how the grownups frown on overtime.”

  She wrenched her arm out of his grasp and stepped back a step. He reached out again, though, and grazed her boob with his hand, none too shy about his drunken and high intentions.

  Nicole reeled back and gave him a sneer. “Jesus, no breakfast burrito is worth this.”

  “I’m sorry, Nicky,” he said, blinking hard into the early morning sun. “Let me buy you that burrito. It’s the least I can do.”

  “The very least,” she said and then laughed a bit. He was a dick, but completely adorable in this state, with that dark fade of stubble on his face and his deadly blue eyes, now bloodshot from overindulging. “Look. Whatever. Say, since we’re talking, do you know anything about any new involvement in our project by Chinese contractors or clients?”

  Ryan’s eyes grew large, and he instantly sobered up. “What the hell are you talking about? Of course not. You know our project is some important, secret shit.”

  Nicole shushed him. “Let’s keep it that way, boss man.”

  He nodded and then added, “Wait, why are you asking?”

  “No reason. Just wondering.”

  “That’s a weird-ass thing to wonder about. Sounds sort of ‘pacific’.”

  “Specific,” she corrected him. Like he gave a crap right now. Nicole bit her bottom lip for a second and then shrugged it off. “I’m sure I just imagined it. Lack of sleep and all.”

  Ryan looked like he bought that explanation, although Nicole still wondered what had happened back at the office and why the project manager wasn’t privy to it – drunk or not.

  “I’ll see you on Monday,” she said, trying to excuse herself.

  He moved to block her way into the diner. “Nicky, wait. Okay. So…” he took a step toward her and leaned in close. Near enough for her to smell the tomato juice and vodka freshly on his breath as he spoke. “Want to join us?”

  She tried not to laugh, but it was damn-near impossible. “What?”

  Ryan motioned his head up at the chicks sitting at his table, seeming terribly bored with the whole situation. “You, me, and the two of them… we can have drinks at my place, relax, and then… well, you know. You’d be perfect.”

  “Perfect for what?” she dared ask.

  “Me, us, Ashton, in general. She’s the redhead. Goes both ways. Says she loves going down on a brunette and I wouldn’t mind sharing.”

  Nicole stopped him with her hand raised between them. “Enough. You’ve got to be kidding me, Ryan.” Nicole spun around, abandoning her breakfast craving, and began walking away.

  Ryan chased after her and held on to her arm again when he caught up. “Nicole! Don’t be like that.” She glared at him, feeling as if fire could shoot from her nostrils anytime now. “What? It’s the weekend. You’re not into partying anymore?” He grazed his lips close to her ear and told her, “You know how much you love feeling my hands all over you. It’s been too long, Nicky. Don’t fight this. Come on, you know brunettes are one of my weak spots.”

  “Not this time,” she told him, trying hard to sound unaffected. Yeah, all right. She’d slept with him. Not even that. They’d fucked. And how? Right in the parking lot of Terratech in his BMW with her ass slammed against the steering wheel. It wasn’t one of her proudest moments, she had to admit.

  Ryan wasn’t giving up, though. “We could both use a bit of time to unwind with all we’ve accomplished on this project… all the missed lunches, late nights, and extra hours.” His lips were now in her hair, nuzzling her and giving her stomach a slight release of her lingering hunger, only not for food this time. “We both deserve it.”

  We.

  Yeah, right.

  She was the one growing roots from her fingers and ass to her desk and chair while he entertained the likes of Ashton and what’s her name.

  She dipped her chin to look at the spot where he held her arm, staring at it long enough for Ryan to release her. As good as he was in bed—and she had learned a thing or two about scorching hot sex during their three times together—she was not interested in him anymore. Not since the bastard started dumping his responsibilities on her, effectively doubling her work without thanks or compensation.

  She put her hands on his hardened chest and pushed back, causing him to stagger a step or two. “Don’t keep your dates waiting.”

  “Nicky…”

  “See you on Monday, Ryan,” she repeated and kept walking.

  To hell with this crap. She’d hit the bagel shop on the corner from her apartment.

  “They’re nothing compared to you,” he said.

  Triumphantly, she said, “I know.”

  She ignored whatever he grumbled before he was out of earshot.

  Damn that thick, skillful, fuck-her-brains-out cock of his. The memory of their heated passion in the front seat, the ripping at buttons and fabric, and the need to fuck immediately was clear as day as she continued the rest of the way home.

  Yeah, he was at the top of her asshole list, yet that little run-in, along with his tempting proposition, had her panties soaked right through.

  Hopefully, she wouldn’t regret leaving the batteries in the supply room.

  Nicole

  Sleep had ruled Nicole’s weekend along with recurring dreams of a sexy, well-hung stranger with thick lips, a strong jaw, and magical fingers. Those dreams entertained her thoroughly to the point where she winced and groaned on Monday morning when her alarm went off signaling the start of another work week.

  “I hear it, I hear it,” she called out to no one.

  She slugged through her shower and dressed casually in black slacks and a loose black shirt that draped nicely over her figure. She drew on mascara, a touch of eyeliner on her bottom lid, and a shimmer of peachy gold shadow on her lids. Pulling the brush through her hair, she considered a side braid with some sparkly clips, but shook it off, letting her hair fall naturally past her shoulders. She thought to accent her outfit with some long strands of beads, then again, Ryan might get the wrong idea, thinking she was trying to play coy and entice him by being all girly. That wasn’t really her style. Sure, she could get dressed to the nines in a cute cocktail dress and high heels, but she was much more comfortable with her hair in a ponytail, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt just hanging around the house or seeing the sites of San Francisco. It played off her best memories of being with her mom and dad when she was much younger, and they did things together like biking, hiking, picnics in whatever park was near them, or simply being a family.

  Locking up her apartment, Nicole decided to bike to the office this morning since the weather was decent. Besides, after being a slug for the past two days and having carb-laden foods delivered to her, she needed some exercise before turning her full attention back to her portion of the TDE-5X project.

  Niggling thoughts of the clandestine board room meeting filled her head as she pedaled toward Terratech. At some point, her paranoia was so intense that she felt someone was following her. With so much traffic and people rushing to their jobs, she knew it was a ridiculous thought, so she pre
ssed on.

  When she arrived at the building, she tucked her bike away in the underground garage back in the area close to where they stored the garbage cans. She didn’t have a lock for the cycle, so this was the next best thing – the rancid stank from the building's trash.

  “Morning, Nicole,” Madison, the receptionist sang out to her when she stepped off the elevator.

  “Hey there,” Nicole returned. “Did you have a nice weekend?”

  Madison’s eyes widened, and she smiled. “I got soooo wasted. I think I’m still hungover.”

  Nicole waggled her eyebrows at her co-worker. “Water and lots of it.”

  “You know it.”

  That’s when the thought hit Nicole. Where was her fucking water bottle? She’d had it with her when she went to the kitchen early in the morning when she encountered the men in the boardroom. But, where was it now? She usually took it home with her over the weekend to toss it in the dishwasher, not this time.

  Just then, Nicole was greeted outside of the receptionist’s desk by some unknown military security guard. He stood a few feet away from the elevator door, obviously on the lookout for someone. He was a broad-shouldered man with a clean-shaven head, wearing a black suit with a black tie and sunglasses the same color as the window tint on standard issue CIA government vehicles. Nicole wasn’t born yesterday. She could make guys like that from a mile away. The security guards at Terratech were not such intimidating figures—Rent-a-Cop types with only one bullet in their gun, a la Barney Fife. They were probably more afraid of their own shadow than anything else. Besides, Terratech had cameras and security codes everywhere, so there really wasn’t a need for brute, heavy-handed force.

  Until today, obviously. Gone were Stanley and Adam, the regular guys who talked hockey, baseball, and football. And, in their place was Mr. Fence Post. He was the real deal. He rotated his head in her direction. Although he wore dark sunglasses, Nicole knew she was the one he wanted a word with. She’d play dumb as long as she could.

  She wanted to continue the nonchalant and friendly banter with Madison, but her tongue was a big old tangled mess. It was best not to say anything at all, so she returned her thoughts to the issue of her water bottle. Yes, the water bottle.