by Tl Reeve
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Their Secretary
Copyright © 2015 by TL Reeve
ISBN: 978-1-61333-812-4
Cover art by Fiona Jayde
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Their Secretary
A 1Night Stand Story
By
TL Reeve
Chapter One
“So, what are you going to do if this date doesn’t work out? Are you going to move away?” Malerie asked from her perch on the bed.
“I wish it were different, Mal. I do. I wish I could turn these feelings I have for Colton and Tyce off, but I can’t,” Piper muttered. “My hope is Madame Evangeline will help me forget about them and move on. After the date is over, we’ll see. But I know for sure I cannot spend another day in their office. It’s too…personal in there. There are too many emotions coursing through the place.”
“You can’t say running away will make this better for you, can you?” Her best friend’s hazel eyes pleaded with her. “Don’t you think Colt and Tyce will miss you?” God love her, ever the optimist, but Piper knew better.
“I doubt it.” Thick waves of jealousy, along with a healthy dose of lust and longing, washed over her as memories from the day she caught Colton kissing Tyce filtered through her mind.
It didn’t seem unusual for the pair to share an office. They were, after all, partners in the small accounting firm. So, saving space seemed natural. However, when she walked in with the Douglas case and caught them in such an intimate moment, all the dots connected.
After seeing such a moving embrace, she often wondered what else they did while she wasn’t looking or was away. Or when she came into the office to hand over some information Colton required, and Tyce, who she had seen enter, had disappeared. Could he have been under the desk, sucking Colt’s cock? All her musings accomplished was tearing her heart out a bit more and twisting the knife in her chest even deeper. She admonished herself for her unhealthy habit of imagining her bosses in compromising positions. But, no matter how many times she told herself it was wrong to pine away, she wanted to be the one under their desks, sucking their dicks and drinking them down. She wanted them to make her scream, even though it would never happen.
It was easier to walk away and start over than to sit at her desk imagining all sorts of salacious things about her bosses. She didn’t even know if they liked her. For all she knew, they were concerned only about her work product and not her personality. It wouldn’t be the first time. She didn’t fit the “perfect” mold by any means. At a healthy size fourteen, she had enough cushion for the pushin’. Or whatever the vernacular for her size was. They were gay anyway. Which meant off limits.
“Well, I think you’re making a big mistake. You should stick around, Piper.” Mal sat up on her bed and stretched. “What time does your flight leave in the morning?”
“I wish I could stay, Mal. I do. But, it’s not healthy for me to be there. I’m an emotional wreck while I’m at work.” Piper zipped her bag and placed it by the door. “As for my flight, I leave at nine.”
“Do you need a ride to the airport?”
“No. I’ve already ordered a cab for the morning. Thanks for the offer.” She hugged her best friend. “This is the answer to all of my problems. I know it. Please don’t look at me like that.” Her best friend had perfected the wounded animal look over the years.
“Like what?” she asked, quirking a brow.
“The look on your face says you feel sorry for me. Put the sad puppy eyes away. I’ll be fine,” Piper said, reassuring herself as much as Malerie.
“You should be able to count on someone to take care of you.”
“I don’t need anyone. I’m fine on my own. Do I wish for something more? Yes. I do. But, I’m okay.” Tell yourself that lie one more time. Maybe you’ll believe it. She wouldn’t dwell on any of it, not with a date to plan for. As soon as Mal left, she needed to go to bed and sleep off her self-pity. By the time she got up in the morning, she’d feel better.
“Fine. You don’t need anyone.” Mal kissed Piper’s cheek. “Have fun and call me when you come home. If you have a good time, I might take this 1Night Stand thing out for a spin.”
As the door closed behind her friend, Piper let out a breath. Sleep, she needed sleep. Instead, her phone chimed. She slid her finger across the screen.
Tomorrow is the day. Remember to go into it with an open mind and open heart. You are worth so much more than you give yourself credit. Enjoy your flight and your adventure.
Only Madame Eve could put her trip into perspective. She typed a quick thank-you text and went to bed. Tomorrow was a new day and a new beginning. Got to stay optimistic, girl. Don’t let the past ruin your future.
She never intended to use Madame Eve’s site, nor had she ever considered a one-night stand to be something that would appeal to her. But, after seeing Colt and Tyce in a loving embrace, she’d cried her eyes out then gotten drunk. After a shot of liquid courage, she’d yelled at her pitiful reflection in her bathroom mirror then stormed out and sat down at her computer. With bleary eyes, she’d pulled up the 1Night Stand website and filled out the information. When it came time to answer the questions about what she wanted, she gave the most honest, if rambling, answer she could give.
What do I want? I want the two men whom I can never have. I’m not allowed, Madame Eve, to ever consider the idea of seeing them in my bed. They are taken by each other.
My wish is for one night with two men who could love me as much as these two love each other. My heart squeezes at the thought I could end up alone because I have spent my time yearning for two people who never saw me. I still crave one night with them. I may not be able to do more than take care of myself—which I’m well versed in—and witness the pleasure both men can give each other. That, Madame Eve, would
be a perfect night for me. I want to see what true love means.
Never in a million years would she have believed she’d get a response in less than twenty-four hours. Her date would take place in two weeks at a place called The Carnivore Club. The place was also a resort. Maybe she’d also get to relax. Enjoy some me, time. Perfect.
***
The next morning, Piper got up early and got ready to leave. She shouldn’t have refused Malerie’s offer to take her to the airport. Nervous butterflies tickled her stomach and made it hard to eat a bite of her breakfast. Maybe she should text Madame Eve she’d had a change of mind. The fee she’d sent in with the questionnaire, though pricey, didn’t mean a thing if she couldn’t force one foot in front of the other. But, before she opened her laptop, the cab honked outside.
Shit. I can’t do this. What if my date doesn’t like me? What if I don’t like him? I didn’t even get a picture. I didn’t get anything. I’m screwed.
The horn honked in an annoying pattern, and she had to get going. She took a deep breath, let it out, and picked up her luggage. Stepping out of the apartment building, she apologized to the cabbie for making him wait and placed her stuff in the trunk. If she was committed to going on this date, she might as well make the most of it. Of course, she could open her laptop and cancel everything at any point before she went through security—or even after—but some part of her told her she needed to go through with the date. Who knows, you might find your Prince Charming. Or at least have a bit of fun.
Fun. A three-letter word she knew little about. Her existence consisted more of working and proving herself than any actual fun. Piper’s father and mother demanded perfection her whole life. They lived in the richest part of Manhattan, had drivers, more money than they knew what to do with, and had raised her to be a socialite, but she’d never fit their mold. She wasn’t perfect.
She needed to lose weight. Stand taller. Go to a better school. Get a better degree. Her mother’s words rang out in her mind. A proper lady should fit into her clothes as though they are a second skin. Her job, if she has one, must be in a respectable profession such as law, medicine, or perhaps finance, and her home always kept in pristine condition. Instead of following the path laid out for her, she’d used her time in college to plan her own future.
By her sophomore year, she’d given up reliance on her parents’ money, using scholarships and work-study to pay her tuition and expenses. She studied day and night, and, though she had no social life to speak of, she gained her independence. Piper took pride in the ability to provide for herself and to make her own decisions without worrying about what society would think.
But at the same time, her pride kept her from what she craved. If she wanted something meaningful from Colton and Tyce, she needed to swallow her insecurities and tell them exactly what she wanted…them. But her sense of self-preservation kept her from opening up. Memories of the day she witnessed their embrace filled her mind once more. In her fantasy, she placed herself between them. They turned, eyes filled with adoration, heat, and lust upon her.
She couldn’t make out their murmured words, but the pure emotion of what they said filled her with warmth. From her toes to the top of her head, she vibrated with such need she could scarcely hold herself still. Her panties damp from the intense throb of anticipation flowing through her, Piper shifted from foot to foot, trying to ease the ache. What held her back from asking Colton to pleasure her? What stopped her from placing Tyce’s hand between her thighs and showing him what she wanted? In her mind, they stood frozen in time, waiting for her to make the next move.
You can do this, Piper. Take the final leap and lay it out there for them.
“First, I’ll see how my date goes. Who knows? I might find who I’m looking for,” she muttered. And, if not, once she proved to herself she could take her life by the horns she could go after what she wanted—them.
The speaker crackled announcing the arrival of her plane.
“Here goes nothing. Don’t disappoint me when I get home.”
Chapter Two
“Bram Stoker’s Dracula? Are you kidding me?” Tyce crossed the room and held up his garment bag.
Colton suppressed a chuckle as he watched his lover stare at his costume and frown. Though a couple of inches shorter than Colton’s own six-and-a-half-foot-tall frame, his lover was beautiful. Colt loved to trace the tattoos crisscrossing Tyce’s chest and shoulders. His plump bottom lip stuck out in a pout, and Colt wanted to bite its fullness while listening to his lover mutter his name. Ten years into their relationship, every day seemed like the first. Yet, they were incomplete, missing one piece. “I’m supposed to be Jonathan Harker. And you’re Dracula.”
Tyce stood before him, his hand fisted at his hip, shaking the bag. “The idea of a ball was intriguing. But, Dracula? Why such a bloody book to depict love?”
“I wish I knew, baby. But it means our Piper will likely be dressed as Mina.” He pulled Tyce to his side, wrapped his arm around his waist, and nuzzled his neck. “Don’t worry, we’ll have fun.”
“But, it’s our last shot.” So much emotion ran through Tyce’s simple words. After everything they’d been through with Piper, she was leaving. The kiss meant to entice her, to explore the feelings they knew she harbored had instead pushed her away from them. He took full blame. Tyce had only done as he’d instructed, confident the mousy woman who looked at both of them with such admiration it made his heart hurt, would take the bait.
Where did I go so wrong with her? Staring down into his lover’s dark-brown eyes, Colton tried to stay optimistic. “Yes it is. Which means we finish what we started that morning in our office, okay?” He tipped Tyce’s chin up and placed a kiss on his lips. Tyce’s lips parted under his persuasion, and he deepened it. His body responded to Tyce’s. His dick pressed against the front of his pants, and he could feel his lover’s cock standing at attention as well. “Fuck,” he grumbled. “You’re deadly. But, we have to wait.”
Tyce’s hand cupped him through his jeans, and a harsh curse pushed past Colt’s lips. His body tingled with awareness. Desire and lust left simmering for days, while they prepared for their trip, boiled to the surface. “Let me,” his lover whispered, going to his knees.
If Tyce had hair, Colton would have used it to yank him back to his feet. Instead, he gripped the corner of his ear and tugged him upright. “I said no. No sex. No sucking my cock. No nothing until we find Piper. Do you understand me, boy?”
“Yes, Sir,” Tyce answered, licking his lips and taking on the appearance of being contrite, which was utter bullshit.
“Why don’t you shower first? I’ll grab one after I check my e-mails and see if our lovely Piper has checked in.” He kissed his partner once more then swatted his ass. “This will work, baby. I promise. I wouldn’t have gone through all this for it not to.”
“I trust you, Sir. I know we’ll get her tonight. I’m…anxious.” Ah, so was he.
The thought of seeing Piper dressed up as their Mina and falling under their spell made his dick twitch. “As am I, Tyce. Hurry, she’ll be here in a few hours.”
Once the bathroom door closed, he opened up his e-mail and noticed a message from Madame Eve.
Good evening, Gentlemen,
Your date for the night seems confused and not ready. You must take your time with her. Allow her to explore both of you. Answer her questions and guide her in her quest. I believe with a sure hand and a bit of understanding, she’ll bloom under your guidance.
Enjoy your evening.
Colton figured they would have to be gentle with her, take their time. Though he didn’t for a moment believe Piper’s innocent facade, she did have a virtuous quality he found endearing. Still, he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the costumes Madame had given them. Perhaps, if he asked in the right way, she would provide more information.
Slow and steady wins the race, Madame Eve. However, I am not sure why we’re going as characters from Dracula. The book is quit
e…violent. Are you sure we received the right garment bags?
After hitting send, he walked over to the bag hanging on one of the coat hooks and unzipped it to find another envelope attached to the lapel of his jacket. He opened the thick stock and pulled out a midnight-blue invitation. He traced the embossed ivory script.
You are cordially invited to the Sins of the Angel Masquerade Ball
Being held at the Carnivore Club from 10:00 p.m. until 2:00 a.m.
The general mixer will start at 10 p.m., with the doors opening at 9:30 p.m.
Hors d’oeuvres and sparkling wine will be served until 11:30 p.m., and the playroom will open for play at midnight.
While you’re our guest, we have some simple rules we’d like you to abide by, and they are as follows:
During the masquerade:
All masks must remain in place.
No real names may be used. We will refer to our guests by their characters’ names.
Non-alcoholic beverages are available and recommended for those who plan to play later.
After the Masquerade:
The dungeon monitors, who may be identified by their gold vests—male—or gold corsets—female—will be available throughout the evening. They are charged to refuse admittance to the playroom to any guests who appear intoxicated. They are charged with ensuring a pleasurable and safe evening for all.
Normal club rules will be enforced. Respect our house safewords: Red for stop and yellow for slow down.
No one shall play without signed waivers and check lists.
Condoms are a must. There will be no exceptions.
The playroom will close at 3:00 a.m.
The resort shuttle service will be available for those not staying on the premises.
