by Daphne Dawn
“Depends on how much you think you can handle,” I tell him, the words leaving my lips before I can restrain myself.
His eyes widen a little before he laughs.
“Sassy,” he says. “I like it.”
A knock on the door interrupts our light banter and flirting. Kevin’s smile grows a little, and he waves someone in. I turn and watch a man open the door and close it behind him.
“Carly, this is Scott Collins,” Kevin says. “He works in HR.”
Scott smiles at me. He has dark brown hair that flops into his face, giving him a boyish charm, and an easy smile. His eyes are greener than I’ve ever seen on anyone, and his arms and chest are almost more muscular than Kevin’s.
“He left out the best part,” Scott says. “We’re also really good friends. Kevin aspires to be like me.”
Kevin laughs, and that just confirms what Dana told me. Jesus, was Kevin serious when he started to talk about Scott? Does it want to pass me around, share me, or what…? It can’t be. If I get to have sex with two men that are as good looking as these two, I will have died and gone to heaven.
“I have to talk to Kevin about something,” Scott says. “If you don’t mind.”
I shake my head and glance at Kevin. He looks at me with eyes that are full of something I don’t understand. I turn and leave the office.
I meet Emma for lunch at Birchwood Café. She is already there, her dark hair piled onto her hair in a bun. She wears a dress suit that looks a little big on her.
“Have you lost weight?” I ask when she gets up to hug me.
“God, I wish,” she says. “I think I gained.”
We have the same hair and eyes, but that is as far as the resemblance goes. Emma is a little bigger built than I am, with a rounder face and a thicker way of walking. She has always resented my weight and my looks, and there is nothing I can do about it.
“How’s Ron?” I ask.
Emma shrugs. “He’s okay. He’s at a conference in Chicago.”
I nod. Ron and Emma have been dating for two years. She will probably marry him, knowing her.
“That’s good,” I say.
“Are you ever going to settle down?” Emma asks.
I sigh. “Can we get through lunch without you sounding like mom?”
Emma chuckles. “Yeah, okay,” she says. Emma has always been my best friend. We’ve had our hiccups. We are very different from each other, but I tell her everything.
“Actually, I met someone,” I say.
Emma’s eyes sparkle. “Who is he?”
I shrug with one shoulder. “It’s not serious or anything. We slept together, but that doesn’t mean anything.”
“Who?” Emma asks again. “Is that where you were last night?”
I nod, smiling.
“Well, it’s my boss,” I say. Emma’s face falls so I push on. “And before you say something about it, I know that it was wrong, and I’m not going to do anything stupid.”
I know it isn’t true as I say the words. I will probably do something stupid. Very stupid, if Kevin is involved.
“You can’t do that, Carly,” Emma says.
A waiter appears.
“Can you give us a minute?” I ask.
The guy disappears.
“What if you lose your job?” Emma asked. “You just started there. If you get fired over something like this, you won’t be getting another one so easily, and I can’t take care of you. You know Mom will turn you down.”
I shake my head, pressing my finger against my temples. “Emma, stop. I’m not losing my job, okay? I spoke to him, and we’re fine. I’m fine.”
Emma shakes her head back and forth.
“I can’t believe this. You’re just fucking up your life. A girl like you should be an executive or something. Not a secretary that’s fucking her boss.”
I frown at her, suddenly angry. “I’m not fucking up my life. I have a job, I’m paying for myself. And I won’t be a secretary forever. What and who I do besides that has got nothing to do with it.”
“You won’t be a secretary forever?” She asks me, one eyebrow cocked.
“No, I won’t,” I reply sternly. “Wanna bet?”
“I do,” she tells me in the same tone, and then we shake hands. Just like that, it’s on. And I’m going to prove her what I’m made of.
Emma is still shaking her head, though. “If this comes out…”
“It won’t,” I say. “I told you. We spoke about what happened, and it’s fine. Just drop it now. I regret telling you. I wanted to share it with you, but you’re being such a drip.”
“You’re being irresponsible. Why am I the only sibling acting like an adult?”
I take a deep breath and count to ten before responding. I am about ready to strangle my sister.
“You know what, Em?” I say, making up my mind. “I don’t need this shit. My lunch hour is short enough as it is, and I don’t need you lecturing me on how to live my life when I’ve been doing perfectly fine for the last six years.”
I get up, grabbing my bag. We haven’t even ordered.
“Where are you going?” she asks.
“Back to work. I have a job to do. I’m responsible that way.”
I turn around and storm away, leaving her to eat lunch all by herself.
Kevin
“I don’t think it’s necessary to go that far with it,” Scott says. “If we just do a simple announcement across our social media, it should be fine.”
“But the investors and the board–Hull–want results, and soon. This guy is really riding me.”
We are in my office, talking about our next step to get more clients to publish with us. Hull wants results if he is going to invest in the company.
“I don’t know why he says he liked what we’re doing if he wants it all to change, now,” Scott says.
I nod. “But if we lose him, we’re fucked. We need the cash he’s putting into his.”
Scott nods.
Carly knocks on the door, and I nod at her. She opens the door.
“Sorry to interrupt,” she says. “I have the documents you asked for.”
“Ah,” I say and hold out my hand. She brings the stack of papers to me, still warm from the copy machine. “Thank you, Carly.”
She smiles at me, nods at Scott, and turns around. She wears a black pencil skirt– my favorite–and stockings with a mint green top. It accentuates her curves perfectly, tracing her body. Her dark hair is pulled up in a ponytail so that all her body is visible. I watch her leave, swinging her ass from side to side as she takes every step in her low heels. She walks like she knows I am staring at her. Maybe she does know. She is such a tease. Scott turns in his seat and watches her walk away, too.
“She really is a stunner,” Scott says. “That ass. I can just imagine what it looks like if she’s naked.”
I flash on the view of her ass on my hips when she’d been on top of me, reverse cowgirl. Or when I’d fucked her from behind, making her ass jiggle. It had taken a lot not to come right then. Just thinking about it makes me hard again. I tug at my pants beneath the table, trying to readjust myself inside my boxers.
I nod. “She’s fucking perfect,” I say.
Scott chuckles. “Are we back to that? A pure ten? I mean, she’s hot. Her tits and her ass are top shelf. But that’s not all there is to it, and you know it. How many girls have had the perfect body, and they turned out to be lousy in bed?”
I laugh. “I hear you, man. And you can knock her all you like. But I speak from experience.”
Scott narrows his eyes at me. “Are you kidding me?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No. I tapped that.”
Scott laughs. “Wow,” he says. “What the fuck? When?”
“Two nights ago,” I say. “Wednesday after work.”
“So, you tell me on Friday morning? Why am I only hearing about it now?”
I laugh again and shrug. “I wasn’t going to call you up like a woman and gossip about my se
xcapades. Come on, bro.”
Scott shakes his head, trying to look sour but failing. He is still grinning.
“So, you think she was good enough to still deserve that ten from you?”
I nod. “Oh yeah. Fuck the ten – she’s an eleven. She’s wild in bed. This timid assistant that you’re seeing isn’t nearly what she’s like behind closed doors.”
Scott shakes his head. “So, you’re fucking your secretary? Do you want to be any more cliché?”
“Jealousy makes you nasty,” I say. “Besides, once I win this bet, I’ll be fucking the VP.”
Scott sighs. “You’re right,” he says. “I’m jealous. I want to have a turn with her, too.”
I shrug. “I don’t object to that. You know that. I don’t know if she’ll do it. She might need some working on. But she’s different in bed. She might go for it.”
Scott leans back in his chair and rubs his palms on his pants. “That’s what I’m talking about,” he says. “Maybe this is the one, eh?”
“I don’t know. I asked her about you.”
Scott raises his eyebrows. “Well, you’ve moving fast, aren’t you?”
“Just looking out for you,” I say, laughing. “You won’t go far if I’m not here to help you out.”
“What did she say?”
I study Scott’s face. He is eager, eyes hungry. He wants this as badly as I do. And he is a good guy–not just in the bedroom, but overall.
“Well, she seemed…interested,” I say.
Scott breaks into a wide grin.
“Good enough for me,” he says.
I nod. It is good enough for me, too. We can work with a maybe. A maybe can be turned into a yes. A no is a no, and I would never mess with that.
I don’t know what happened, but now I no longer want to just let her go to Scott. He’s like a brother to me, sure, but passing Carly around like that…it just doesn’t feel right.
But I don’t have to pass her around, do I? We can just share.
If Carly doesn’t want it, we will honor her wishes completely. God knows, that’s why we haven’t done it yet. If she doesn’t want it, she doesn’t want it. But I hope that she does. I want to fuck her, and now I want to fuck her with my best friend.
“Listen, if we do this, or even if we don’t, you can’t talk about this. I can’t let Hull or any of the others find out, or we’ll lose so much.”
Scott nods. “Who am I going to tell?”
“I know,” I say. “But I’m serious. Hull scares the shit out of me. His money is so needed right now, and he was so anal about that fight. If he finds out we’re doing something like this, or even that I already slept with her, it will be my head rolling.”
Scott waves his hand. “It’s not going to come from me, trust me on that. Even if I don’t get to have her at all, I’m not going to risk the company.”
I nod and take a deep breath. Hull has me worked up into a frenzy. Why am I not backing down and doing what he asks? Why am I putting myself in this position by doing what I know he doesn’t want me to do?
Well, for one, it is still my company. And I want Carly, and usually, I get what I want. Besides, fucking her when she is my assistant is a thrill. It’s one of those things that is considered forbidden, and the moment someone told me that I’m not allowed to do something, I want to do it.
“How are we going to do it?” Scott asks. He’s shifted in his seat, but I can see how turned on he is. Men can’t exactly hide an erection.
“Listen,” I start, running the tip of my tongue between my lips and locking eyes with Scott. “I can’t simply let of her. You can be with her, I know you want it. But I want her too – even if we have to share.” I study his expression for a second, trying to read it, and then he just grins at me.
“Well, that’s an easy proposal,” he laughs, and then pats my arm. “You’re just an extension of myself, man, so we don’t have to worry about it.”
“I think the easiest way will be to spend a bit of time with her, the two of us, and let her get to know us and get comfortable with us. I think that will make it easier to do, then. More comfortable when we’re all comfortable around each other.”
Scott nods slowly, thinking. “Yeah, that could work.”
“And if she doesn’t go for it, we stick to just fucking her alone, without the other.”
Scott grins again. “I can live with that. I like it. I want her to agree, though. I can just imagine what it will be like. God, how long have we been talking about this?”
“Too long,” I say. “It’s time to make it happen.”
“Doesn’t change our bet. It’s still a race to VP,” he tells me, that flash of competition in his eyes.
“Race to VP.”
Scott nods. “When are we going out?” he asks. “Tonight?”
I shake my head. “I have a family thing I can’t get out of. Let’s do tomorrow night.”
“We’ll have to go somewhere else than The Exchange for a while. Not just because of the fight but because of the tabloids.”
I nod. Scott is right. They will be keeping an eye on the place, waiting for us because we are there so often. We will have to do something different. I don’t like going to other places when I have somewhere I enjoy.
There isn’t much I can do about it, though.
Scott slaps his hands on his thighs and pushes himself up.
“I guess I better get back to work,” he says. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning. We’ll make plans.”
I nod and watch Scott leave. He is just as interested in Carly as I am. If she agrees, this is happening. God, the idea of a threesome has become a kind of dream, unreachable but something we still hope for every time.
Now, it looks like are finally getting there. Of course, we still don’t know for sure. Just because I’ve slept with her doesn’t mean she would do Scott as well. And I don’t know if she’ll consider the two of us together, once we pose it to her as something that would really happen.
It’s still worth a shot.
Carly comes into the office again.
“Mr. Reed phoned. He wants to know if you’re still doing lunch with him on Monday. I confirmed for you and asked his secretary to send through the details.”
“Thanks, Carly,” I say. She does her job well. I’m relieved someone is working hard because my mind has been on other things all day.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?” I ask.
Carly blinks at me before her lips pull up into a smile.
“Why?”
“Scott and I are going out. I wanted you to join us.”
She raises her eyebrows, and she looks like she wants to say something, but she swallows it. When she speaks, it isn’t what she wants to say.
“I’m taking my sister out. I was a bit of a bitch to her, and I want to make it up to her.”
I nod. She has a sister. Interesting.
“You can always join us afterward, you know,” I say.
She thinks about it for a moment. “That could work,” she says. “I’ll have to see, though.”
I nod. “I’ll text you the details in the morning, and you can swing by if you want to.”
She smiles and nods. “I’ll try,” she says.
“I hope I’ll see you there.”
She leaves my office again, and I watch her leave. I really hope she will come. I want to see her again, but I want her to get to know Scott as well. If we are all comfortable around each other, maybe there is a chance of this happening. But it isn’t just about that. She is hot and she is funny, and I want to go out and have a good time with her.
Even if nothing else happens.
After Wednesday and how eager she was to get into bed with me, I doubt that nothing would happen, even though I told her we couldn’t do it again. If I feel it with her, I am going to go ahead and come onto her. And if she doesn’t say no, well, then it is going to happen.
I know that I am playing with fire, that I am taking chances, but I wa
nt to risk it. For her, for fantastic sex and a possible threesome, I would risk it all. We just have to be careful. What are the chances of us getting caught, anyway?
Carly
“Come on, Em. It will be fun. Let’s just let our hair down. We haven’t gone out dancing together since you and Ron started dating.”
Emma rolls her eyes. She is applying makeup in the mirror, and she doesn’t like the idea of going to a club. The music is too loud to talk, and everyone just gets drunk. That is her reasoning.
“That’s because we’re adults now, Carly.”
I groan. “So now that you’re an ‘adult,’ you’re never going to live a little again? You went from zero to granny in two years.”
Emma looks in the mirror at me and her eyes aren’t friendly.
“I thought you wanted to make it up to me,” she says.
I sigh. “We’re making it up to each other, remember? It takes two people to fight.”
“I know, I know,” she says. “Fine. We’ll go to your stupid club.”
I smile and hug her. Kevin had texted me the details. They are going to Aqua, and I want to go with them. I know I am using Emma a bit to spend time with Kevin, but I tell myself that if she meets him, she will realize that what we’d done isn’t so bad.
There was a time when Emma had been cool about everything. I don’t know when she changed into the person she is now–maybe Ron is half the problem–but it is getting harder and harder to relate to her. Still, I see her as my confidante, and I tell her everything. She disagrees with about half of it now, so we get stuck often, but I make it work.
She is my sister, after all.
I put on a red dress that is so tight, it looks painted on. It is just short enough to make my legs look impossibly long, and I’m wearing big black heels with it. My dark hair with the red dress makes me look fierce, and I want Kevin to see me like this. I feel good. I feel sexy.
Emma put on a nice pair of pants and a blouse that is a lot less revealing than she used to wear. She may not have the same body type as I do, but she can do low-cut tops and skinny jeans. She just doesn’t anymore.
“Right, then,” she says when she’s finally finished. “Let’s go.”
We get into Emma’s car. She isn’t going to drink so she volunteered to drive. I’m scared that means we will leave early. Who parties sober? But she insisted, and I couldn’t pick another fight on the night I’m supposed to fix the last fight we had.
