The Baby Arrangement (A Winston Brother's Novel #1)

by J. L. Beck

  I did roll my eyes at her at the time. I laugh now, as I ask…how about 3 crushes? No, it really isn’t funny. Coworkers and a boss? Crap! It would be a disaster.

  I could write out everything they make me feel every day. Get it out and I can handle it better. So if I do get urges, want a fantasy, I will just write it down when I get home. My mom always said writing stuff out would help you tough it out. And boy, would this be tough. Working with and seeing all three every day of the work week. If I am willing to become some nympho who takes on three men, I better do something to help stave off these wild ass thoughts.

  Where to begin? So I can sleep tonight and not have a damn wet dream or three?

  First off, will be Trevor as I met him first.

  I sit and stare off into memory and just immerse myself in all that I took in while in that elevator with him.

  My pen flies across the paper again.

  With startling blue eyes, a rich laugh and he likes to joke. I bet in bed, he likes just about anything too.

  I smile and continue to write

  I wonder what kind of things, he does like? OH! I bet he loves to go down on women. Yes, I can just see his face and that velvety tongue lapping me up. I also bet he has the hottest mouth a woman ever felt. With a twinkle in those baby blues as he drives me wild while fucking me hard with his tongue. I end up coming so hard and when I do, he shimmies his muscled body up and plunges his thick, hard cock into me. I come and my pussy squeezes him so hard, he comes.

  I stop writing and shiver.

  Good god, I bet that is just the way he does it too.

  I find my focus after trying to slow my breathing. Okay, pen down to paper again.

  Next, I met Micah. Sweet, sensual Micah. His deep green eyes locking with mine as he fucks me slowly, and so sweetly. I bet he lasts a long time as he draws out the heat while making me soaking wet and begging for it, hitting me deep with every long thrust. All while rubbing his satiny skin against me in a whole body caress. Watching my face as I come. Then kissing my breath from my body as I do come.

  Again, my heart is pounding as I stop writing. Dammit, I just know that is what he would do. It is all in those beautiful eyes of his.

  And finally, Jake.

  Now my pen stops as it hovers over the page. I am almost breathless as I get a clear and surprising feeling of him.

  I tap my pen down and begin.

  Jake Maxwell. Oh, wow. Such power. I bet he takes over and controls a woman’s body to such a point that they can barely whimper. Takes you by storm until you do not even know who the hell you are. Stretches it out, demands what he wants, making you obey as you literally drip your own juices down your legs in reaction to his commands and love every god dammed minute of it. Telling you, he owns your pussy and pumping you full without mercy, all while locking his deep dark eyes onto yours, pinning you.

  Gulping, and squirming on the bed, I stop writing.

  How do I know Jake is an alpha? Yes, I read hot romance books and I know what that means.

  I write a bit more…

  He just teased me while pretending to be the client today, and didn’t really give anything away. But somehow, it is also in his eyes. I just know deep down, he would control your body and make you love it…

  I drop the pen to the bed.

  Oh, man…This might have been a bad idea. A very bad idea. I drop the journal, run to my nightstand, and get out my largest vibrator, then I run to the shower.

  Damn, just so I can sleep or even be near sanity, I will have to make myself come exactly—THREE times.

  The next day, I arrive at work and wonder what the day will bring. Chippendales? Hot power? No… Maybe it will be quiet and boring. Maybe yesterday was just a fluke and these men just treat new employees nicely the first day and then forget you.

  I put away my stuff and sit at the desk. Turning on my PC, I see I am 20 minutes early. Eager much? I ask myself and snigger.

  “Good Morning!”

  I glance up and meet a blue gaze.

  Trevor.

  He extends a cup out. “I hope you like latte?”

  I nod. “I love them. Thank you.”

  “So, you’re here early,” he notes.

  “Yep, and so are you.”

  He smiles.

  I blow into the cup and take a sip. “MMMM, wonderful.” I moan.

  Trevor is now staring at me.

  I look up at him. “What? Foam on my lip?” I ask and swipe my upper lip with my tongue.

  His eyes seem to deepen in color, like that cobalt color yesterday in the elevator. “Um, no. It’s just that sound you just—”

  “Good Morning!”

  I look up to see Micah with donuts.

  He walks over and sets the box down.

  “You brought me donuts?” I ask.

  He nods and looks over at Trevor. “To go with the coffee?”

  Trevor nearly squints his eyes at him.

  Micah bursts out laughing.

  I look between the two. “Well, you two are so nice, welcoming the newbie to the office. Wow.” I lean forward. “I hope the whole box isn’t all for me?” I raise a brow at Micah.

  He shrugs. “I didn’t know what kind you like.”

  “So, you got me a dozen?” I ask in shock.

  He laughs. “Well, ole Trev and I can eat the ones you don’t like.”

  Ole Trev raises a brow at him. “Yeah, kid. I’ll have one.

  “Well, good morning.”

  We all turn to look at Jake. He is carrying two cups.

  Micah grins at him. “Did you need extra coffee this morning?”

  Jake smiles back then spots the cup on my desk. “Well, no. But as I see our Ms. Hawkins has coffee and seeing as you are TOO young to have one, this would be for Trevor.”

  Micah glares at him as his smile drops.

  Trevor laughs. “Hand it over old man.”

  I look between the three men. I want so badly to ask…well, what do I ask? Why the old man, kid and teasing? Maybe it is just the way they bond? Like men are different than women as we females know. Competitiveness is there, but loaded with power and not many words. Not like women who try to strut their wares around as in their looks or boobs. They will also talk shit about you when your back is turned.

  “So…donuts?” Jake asks as he lifts the lid off the box.

  “Wait!” Micah snaps. “Jenna hasn’t chosen one yet.”

  We all stare at him.

  He shrugs. “Well, I bought them for her.”

  Jake laughs and smacks him on the back. “Well, she doesn’t look like she could eat them all.”

  I am sipping my latte, yes it’s good but I am sipping cause my nerves are already stretched. They all seem to be competing and it does seem to be over me? Maybe it is just something they had already been doing before I came along. Like a pissing contest. I wince. I hate being in one of those, it could surely get messy. I almost choke as I try hard not to giggle.

  All three hot, intense gazes swing over to me.

  I instantly stop sipping. Did they hear me giggle? Oh, wow. To have all three sets of eyes on me at once. Dammit, what had they been saying? I’ve lost my mind here for a moment.

  “Well?” Trevor asks.

  I swallow the coffee and try so hard not to show how I am electrified inside at their intense stares. “What?” I squeak out.

  “I bet it’s the chocolate,” Micah suggests.

  “No, no. Cinnamon bun,” Trevor adds.

  “Hmm…” Jake looks over the pastries. “The French twist.”

  My eyes widen. “How did you know?”

  He grins. “I can read…women.”

  I again swallow. Yep, just like in my journal. The man knows what is inside you and he doesn’t quit till he gets deep enough to get at it.

  Trevor rolls his eyes.

  Micah again, does the oddest thing. He chuckles.

  As they all three watch me, I lean over and grab the twist. Yes, it is my favorite. Just do no
t show how nervous you are. Oh, easy to say. God, they make a woman want to… I raise the pastry to my lips. They are all watching me. I take a bite. Then a moan slips out as I chew.

  The office gets quiet. Like too quiet.

  I look up and all three men are staring.

  Staring at me again. Only these gazes are not curious like a minute before this—these are hot, blazing stares.

  I think I may have to sit down. To hide the shaky legs, the hard nipples. You know…the side effect list of being around Greek gods… who are STARING at you!

  Jake looks away and takes a sip of his coffee.

  Micah seems to snap to and grabs a donut without even looking to see what kind.

  Trevor keeps staring.

  Micah jabs Trevor with his elbow.

  Trevor seems to snap out of it and grabs a long john.

  Suddenly, all three men each stride off in a different direction.

  Micah stops, turns and says, “Have a great day, Jenna.” He winks and strolls away.

  I look from him just in time to see Jake’s door closing.

  Trevor slips out of sight.

  I plop down into my perfect comfy, lumbar chair, wince at the feel of my wet panties and say, “Yes, big HUGE trouble.”

  So, all day, I didn’t see any of them. Yes, Old Man Maxwell ‒ I snigger ‒ had appointments but he never came out.

  I finally got the entire list of clients down pat and next week’s paperwork all set for the meetings that would happen then.

  Hello,” a male voice speaks close to my desk.

  Gosh, I even hesitate to see who this might be. I slowly raise my eyes.

  Yes, another hot man.

  He is tall, though not dark…in fact he’s blond with the lightest blue eyes I think I’ve ever seen. His suit is form fitting too, just like Jake wears them and he does smell delicious, like some expensive cologne that supposed to ease its way to your nose then straight to your panties. I smile at him.

  He smiles back at me. His eyes have an intense look. “Nice,” he purrs.

  I bite my lip. Damn! Am I working at Maxwell’s or at GQ magazine? I ignore the fluttery feeling in my belly and decide to do my job. I stand. “Can I help you?”

  He nods. “Yes, I need help to get over you,” he teases.

  Oh, wow. Did he just openly flirt with me?

  He extends his hand. “I’m Peter Powell. And you must be Jenna.”

  I blink. He knows my first name. I peer down at my blouse and the car is face down on my desk. I look up.

  He reaches out and takes my hand. “Micah said you were something else and I see the kid was right.” He smooths his palm over the top of my hand.

  I feel warm all over. I’m not sure if it is because of his caressing my hand or embarrassment. “Do you have an appointment?” I ask.

  He nods. “Well, a personal one, so you wouldn’t have known. I’m an old friend of the Maxwells.”

  I nod while with my other hand, I tap the button on the com to Jake.

  “Yes, Ms. Hawkins,” his strong voice asks.

  “Um, Mr.…” I pause. “…Jake. Mr. Powell is here.”

  I wait and no answer.

  Peter in the meantime, sidles up closer to me.

  Jake’s door bursts open.

  I glance over and he looks panicked as he rushes toward us.

  “Peter!” he greets the man.

  Peter seems to not hear him. “So, how old are you, Jenna?”

  Jake looks flustered as he steps close.

  I stare at him, as I’ve never seen this look on him. Why is he panicked? Is this guy so important to the company? I better be nice. I look at Peter. “I will be 24 next month,” I answer frankly.

  “Um, Pete. Come on man, she is busy.”

  Peter gives Jakes a brief glance. “Yeah, busy taking over my world.”

  I gasp.

  Jake sighs. “She is off limits, Pete.”

  I look at him and back at Peter.

  Peter lets out a breath and drops my hand. “For you, maybe.”

  Jake eyes flash with some emotion.

  Was that anger or…?

  “Maybe so,” Jake retorts. “But she is a great EA and I want her to stay that way.”

  I blink rapidly. What does that mean?

  Peter chuckles and looks over at his friend. He seems to study him for a moment. Next, his whole attitude changes. “Well, no harm done, old man. Micah mentioned her and in glowing terms, I might add. I mean he is right. Wow! Where did you find her?”

  Okay, I feel confused here. This conversation just floated somewhere north of Oddland.

  “I didn’t. She was interviewed, qualified and hired.”

  Peter again, looks from me to him and his face exudes shock. “You didn’t choose her yourself?”

  He shakes his head.

  “Then how come she looks like…an angel?”

  Jake loses a bit of color in his face.

  I totally felt confused before, now I am just downright lost.

  Jake seems to click and focus as he takes Peter’s arm. “Come on. She is too young for you and as I said, off limits.” He maneuvers the man toward his door.

  Peter looks over his shoulder at me and gives me a wink.

  The door closes behind them. I step to my desk and sit down again. What in all holy hell was that about?

  Trevor comes in.

  I smile at him.

  He too, looks worried. “Did umm…did Mr. Powell arrive?”

  I tilt my head. What is it with this guy that has them all worked up? I open my mouth to reply.

  “Hey…” Micah comes up to stand next to Trevor.

  I look at them both. “Yes. Mr. Powell is in Jake’s office.”

  They both look at each other.

  “What is it with this Client? “ I ask outright. Curiosity just hit an all time high and I blurt it out.

  They both look back at me. “Well, he’s an old friend.”

  I nod. “Yes he said so, but why…” I see more panic on their faces.

  “Damn, Trev. I am sorry,” Micah says. “He called and we talked like usual then next thing I know…”

  Trevor sighs.

  “Okay, you two. What is up with this man?” I ask again.

  Trevor who usually looks easygoing and amused, shakes his head. “Just stay away from him, okay?”

  I blink. “Well, that will be kind of difficult, you know as he is here as a client?”

  Micah tries to smile. “It will be okay.”

  I furrow my brows. “And why wouldn’t it be?”

  He shrugs. “H-he just has a reputation, you know?”

  I shake my head. “No. I don’t know.”

  “Did he touch you?” Trevor asks his eyes blazing.

  I pause. “Well, yes.”

  They both seem to puff up. Like those yummy bodies just went on high alert like they were getting worked up or something.

  “And?” Trevor asks.

  I stare at them both. “He took my hand. I mean what? Is his touch like poison or something?” I tease. I mean really, what are they so hard about? Hard…I almost giggle. Okay focus, Jenna.

  Thy both look upset.

  “I mean he was nice. That’s all.”

  “Nice?” Trevor growls.

  I again, am blinking in confusion. “Yes. He asked where Jake got me from, called me an angel. You know, harmless flirting.”

  “Harmless?” Trevor again growls.

  I almost laugh aloud. “Did you know you keep repeating what I say?” I try to joke with him. I mean really, what is the big deal here?

  “H-he called you angel?’ Micah asks in a gasping voice.

  I stand up. “Okay. Spill it. What is up with this guy?”

  Micah opens his mouth to speak and the door to Jake’s office opens.

  Jake and Peter come over.

  Now there are a total of 4 hot men at my desk with me as the center of focus.

  “Hey, guys,” Peter greets them, but his gaze
remains on me.

  They both still look upset and they just nod at him.

  I look over at Jake.

  He is glaring at Micah.

  Okay, this just keeps getting better or is the word worse? Getting worse, yes.

  Peter steps forward and says, “I hope to see you soon, Jenna. It was nice to meet you.” He takes my hand like he did before.

  The other three men all look troubled. Or is it angry? Or—what the hell is going on here?

  He kisses my palm and I give a little shiver, as I didn’t expect it.

  He smiles at the guys as he slowly drops my hand. “So Sunday? Football?” he asks.

  They all stare at him.

  “Football? You mean where I kick your ass in field goals again?” Trevor snaps.

  Peter stares at him and laughs. Then he gazes around at the three men and pauses as he loses a bit of color in his face suddenly. “Oh…” he says.

  I am like… OH? Oh, what?

  They all avoid his gaze.

  Peter’s mouth drops open and his startled gaze swings quickly over to me.

  I flush. Why I do, I’m not sure, but then again, I am not sure the earth is round or the sun is yellow anymore, as this all just got too weird for normal.

  “Well, I will be god dammed,” Peter mutters and his gaze focuses on Jake.

  Jake stares back at him. Eyes like molten lava.

  “Well, fuck me!” Peter shakes his head. He starts to laugh.

  I’m staring at the man. Because he seems to know what the hell is going on and I certainly don’t.

  He steps away from my desk. He nods at me then the guys and wanders off down the hall, chuckling all the way.

  The room is silent.

  “What just happened?” I ask quietly.

  The guys all turn to stare at me.

  My body does this little happy dance inside. Dammit, remind me again, not to get all their attention at once.

  Their eyes all have some kind of glint in them. Like are they mad? Mad at Peter? Mad at me?

  “Just…stay away from him,” Jake finally replies.

  I put my hands on my hips and I am disgusted with all of this at this point. “Okay, as I told these two. That will be kind of hard, don’t you think?”

  “Why?” Jake asks.