12 Days

by Dark Angel

  “Finn, I was wondering if you could help me with some of these questions.”

  “Sure! As a matter of fact, I was just about to meet up with some of the guys, and I know they will want to see you, too. Why don't we head over there, and you can ask us all the questions you want?”

  Alyssa genuinely seemed grateful and excited about this. I just hope that she doesn't ask anything about the new product we’ve been working on. I’m not going to answer those questions.

  I also hope that she doesn’t ask anything about the business either; won't go into any details about that.

  Flowers, however, I could talk about. I could talk to her all day about flowers. I'm thinking that she is a white lily girl, if I have ever seen one. Maybe I should order her some.

  We start walking deeper into the building, and I ask, “So, what would you like to know?”

  “What’s the nature of the new formula?” she asks boldly. “What about it, makes it...lets it do...what it does?”

  I consider before speaking. But before I can answer, I hear my name being called again.

  “Hey, Finn!”

  I look over to find Bill from accounting waving at me.

  “Bill, how are you doing?” I steer Alyssa over to him, and introduce her. “Alyssa, this is Bill. He oversees many of our large overseas accounts and handles much of our distribution network. He actually built a significant portion of it himself!”

  “He's being too kind.” Bill shakes hands with Alyssa. “I was only doing my job.”

  “Only doing his job!” I gesture incredulously at Bill. “This guy saved the company hundreds of thousands of dollars last year!”

  Looking back at Bill, I ask, “Did you get the tickets? How'd your boys like the seats?”

  “They were great, thank you again!”

  “My pleasure!”

  Alyssa finally manages to greet Bill back. “It's a pleasure to meet you too, Bill. I actually have some questions that I wanted to ask you about the company's dealings with―”

  While she is shuffling through her notes trying to find her questions, I gently take her by the arm. “We're sorry to rush out on you, Bill, but we were just on our way to meet with the fellas.”

  “Oh, okay. No problem. Let them know I said hello, and thanks again.”

  I gently encourage Alyssa to continue walking, and she readily follows my lead. Touching her arm is as electrifying as hugging her. It feels great to be this close to her, and I yearn for another opportunity. To that effect, I throw my arm across her shoulder as we walk, as if I am talking to her about something important or sinister.

  “You were asking me about something? Lilies, right?”

  “What? No, I mean, was it lilies? In the perfume? Is that the ingredient?”

  “Not that I’m aware of. Do you know something I don't?”

  She regards me for a second, wondering if I am being genuine or evasive, no doubt. Apparently settling on the former, she says, “No, I'm sure that I don't.”

  She looks back over her shoulder to where we left Bill. “Shame, I wanted to ask him about some rumors I had heard about the shipping means that the company uses in different countries. Maybe you could answer them?”

  “Sure can, but hold that thought.” I duck into an open door in the hall and wave to a gentleman in a white lab coat. “Alister, how are you today?”

  He looks up, smiles at us, and comes over to us. “Good, Finn, good. How're you doing?”

  “Couldn't be better. Alister, I would like to introduce you to Alyssa. She is our...Alyssa. She has some fascinating ideas about a perfume using lilies as a primary ingredient.”

  “Interesting. Yes, we have used lilies in a number of our scents, but never as the primary ingredient.” Alister mulls the idea over in his mind for a minute. Alyssa tries to seize the opportunity.

  “I didn't mean to suggest...I was just asking if that was one of the ingredients in...oh, but it's a pleasure to meet you. I actually have a number of questions that I would like to ask you, if you could just hold on a quick―”

  “You know, Alyssa, Rose and Jasmine are the two main floral scents that are used in most perfumes, but this concept of yours to center an entire scent around only lilies...it's a fascinating concept.”

  Shuffling through her notes, “Thank you, but I have to admit, it wasn't my idea. I do have some questions that I would really appreciate you answering―”

  Alister turns to me. “Finn, I am inspired. I like her. I will get right on this!”

  “Thank you, Alister.”

  “If you could, before you go, I just have a quick question or two…” Alyssa tries again.

  Alister turns and walks into the lab, calling for assistants to join him immediately.

  “There he goes,” I say, watching Alister walk off. “You won't get his attention again. At least he likes your idea.”

  Turning to Alyssa, I say, “Speaking of, we should get going, too. Don't want to keep the guys waiting.”

  We continue to walk down the hall. Finally reaching one of the smaller conference rooms, I open the door and stand to the side to let Alyssa in.

  “Hey gents, look who I found!”

  Simon, Eason, Tate, and Tristan are all waiting in the room, and they each greet Alyssa. All of us are genuinely happy to see her.

  “We were wondering where you got lost, Finn. I see the lovely Alyssa has been holding you up,” Simon says with a bit of a smirk.

  I smile, and look at them. “You know, she wanted to talk to almost everyone we passed.”

  “Ah, finally,” Alyssa says. “Now that I have you all here, there are some question that I would love to go over with you guys, and some things that I would like to clear up. First―”

  “Hold that thought just a second, Alyssa.” I turn to face the other board members. “What time is our dinner reservation?” I ask the room in general.

  Eason looks down at his watch. “It's in about 20 minutes.”

  “Perfect! That's just enough time to get there.” I look at Alyssa, and size up her outfit, as if I am just noticing it for the first time. “And to find you something suitable to wear, of course.”

  Alyssa, appearing a bit dejected says, “I'm actually not that hungry.”

  “Not that hungry? I don't think you understand. This is Cassoulet's!” I’m shocked by the lack of her shock. “It's only the finest in French cuisine around. We’re all going to dinner, and I’m sure that Ademar will not mind us adding one more seat to the table. You must come with us.”

  She seems to think about it for a second, before finally smiling and nodding. I turn to Tate. “Could you take her to Synthia and see if she could find her something, stat?”

  Tate holds his arm out, and Alyssa takes it, the two of them heading out of the room. I realize as they are leaving that I am already starting to miss her. This is becoming hard.

  “We'll meet you two at the car,” Tate assures us.

  Tristan comes up next to me, and we watch them leave. “Did you have any trouble distracting her?” he says in a low voice so they don’t hear.

  “No, it was almost too easy.”

  Instead of feeling accomplished, I felt like I was betraying someone that I cared deeply about. Perhaps even…someone that I loved.

  Chapter 17

  Alyssa

  Unbelievable.

  Having dinner at one of the trendiest places in the country is a little bit of a shock. After doing a little research on my phone, I find out this establishment is a three-Michelin star restaurant. Some of the best chefs in the entire world dine here when in town.

  I’m invited to dinner by Nico, Sean, Ethan, and Ford–all of them extremely attractive. I'm going to take this opportunity to pick their brains for more information.

  Dressed in a form-fitting red dress, I know that I can use my looks to entice them all to talk about True love.

  Having arrived at the restaurant, I couldn’t help being impressed. Wow, I think to myself, but I can't sa
y that out loud. I don't want the men to think that I'm not used to dining at this kind of place.

  The waitress escorts me to the table, and the first thing that catches my eyes is the lack of people. I look around, confused.

  "Where are the rest of the diners?" I look at the four men who are now standing at the table, smiling.

  Reaching for my hand, Nico smiles. "We bought out this side of the restaurant tonight. It will give us a little privacy."

  I'm a bit surprised but not shocked. Nothing is ordinary anymore.

  "Well, thank you for inviting me. I've tried to get a reservation here for months, but it's booked solid each time I call." I sit, my hands resting on my lap.

  I'm trying not to fidget or show any sign of being nervous, even though I am. "This place is incredible. The smell alone has my stomach anticipating a wonderful meal."

  I tend to talk a lot when I’m nervous, but I'm sure they don't catch on to that.

  Before I can pick up a menu, Ford takes the one from in front of me.

  "I've already ordered for you. You'll enjoy it," Ford says, his voice confident.

  I nod, not questioning what he says.

  The restaurant is dark. The walls appear to be walnut, or maybe oak, but the accents are what grab my attention. The tables are crimson red and all set, but they won't be used for the evening.

  I notice in the corner that there is an area that has a couch and a few high-backed Queen Anne chairs. Everything is elegant and well thought-out.

  Nico stops the waitress as she walks by and whispers in her ear.

  I wonder about that for a moment, but a few minutes later, when she brings a bottle of Dom Perignon, I know he ordered us all champagne.

  As the waitress fills our crystal glasses, I get shivers up and down my spine just thinking about the past and the sexual explorations I've had with the others.

  Once all the glasses are filled, Ethan stands, holding his. "To True Love, and our explosive future."

  I tap my glass to theirs, but I can't help wondering what he means by that. Was I missing something here or was I just reading too much into his words?

  The first sip of the liquid makes me giggle slightly. I love champagne, but this is the best I have ever had.

  "Not used to the good stuff, Alyssa?" Sean asks.

  I feel a little silly for a moment. I don't want these men to think I have no class or manners.

  "I am. It was just a little sweet, and it tickled my tongue."

  The first course is brought to the table. Three dozen raw oysters are placed in front of us. It's not something I would typically order.

  With his lips curled into a smirk, Ford takes the first one and slurps it down.

  I can't stop from watching him. He is so confident in everything he says and does. Well, they all are actually. I have never seen such confident men. All of them are very alpha men.

  My first oyster slides down easily. It’s a taste that is not unpleasant, but I'm not sure that I would order this if I were alone.

  "Be careful with those, Alyssa. You know that oysters are an aphrodisiac, right?" Noah asks, his voice whimsical and teasing.

  I nod. Of course I know that."You four have wonderful taste. I guess a little time away from all the hard work is needed, right?" I ask, but I don't expect a response. I am trying to open the doors to a conversation about their newest perfume, though.

  Ethan looks at me and shakes his head. "All work and no play makes for very boring men–and well, women, too. Are you enjoying yourself, Alyssa?"

  Of course, I am. How could I not in the presence of such attentive and attractive men? Plus, we are the only ones here except for the staff. That right there has me tingling.

  As the night goes on, the next course is brought to the table. It seems they thought of everything.

  Steak and lobster are placed in front of me. It takes me a moment to register all of this. I'm used to fine dining, but this is more than that. I've heard through whispers that the chef tonight is the best in the country.

  "You've all chosen very well for me. I love lobster."

  As he places his napkin on his lap, Sean looks up with a cocky grin. "What, did you think we would feed you a happy meal?"

  Everyone at the table erupts into laughter. Of course, I know better than that, but still, this meal is impressive.

  "Well, I am not opposed to junk food from time to time, but I would never choose it over steak," I say with a smile.

  I dip the lobster in the butter and feel like they are all watching me. A glance solidifies that thought. All four men watch as the fork slides between my lips.

  Is it inappropriate to moan over food? If so, I have no shame.

  "Oh my God!"

  My eyes close for a moment to fully bask in the perfection that rests on my tongue. This food is the best I have ever had.

  Through this all, I haven't spoken of the perfume.

  What's wrong with me? I am here to do a job, not to enjoy spending time with four handsome men. I can't seem to focus on anything but pleasure around them. Is this me or the perfume?

  We engage in small talk during the dinner, and I am learning so much about each one of them. All four of these men have lovely personalities. I'm slowly becoming addicted.

  The waitress appears from the back to ask if we are ready for dessert. They tell her to bring it in five minutes.

  "I don't know if I can eat anything else. I've blown my whole diet already tonight."

  I am not really on a diet, but that's what girls say when they have overeaten.

  Ethan shakes his head. "Oh, you can't miss dessert, and your figure is perfect. We've all noticed."

  I blush a shade of crimson red. I know all of them have. I masturbated in front of twelve men, but I didn't realize they were watching. Would I have changed that if I did know? Probably not.

  "All right, I give in. Feed me!"

  That sounds so dirty. I am over thinking things. Before I met the men of True love, I was sexually reserved, but no more. I am a deviant seductress and loving every minute of it.

  The server brings in a dessert of baked Alaska, but just one.

  Each of the men grabs a spoon and takes turns feeding me this delectable dessert. I have never had this happen to me before.

  "Open wide, Alyssa," says Ford.

  My eyes widen, opening my mouth, but he pulls back and takes the bite himself.

  I shake my head at him. "You're a tease, Ford!"

  All four of them look at me and wink.

  I suddenly think I might be in trouble tonight!

  Chapter 18

  Alyssa

  The restaurant was beautiful inside and out. I still can't believe they reserved half of the place for just the six of us. It's nice when Men go to so much trouble to make the night something special.

  Dinner is lovely, the food extraordinary. But when I look to each of them, I feel a tingle in the pit of my stomach.

  To my right is Simon, so when I feel a hand on my thigh, I assume it is his. On the left side is Finn, who makes my body tremble when his hand finds my upper left thigh.

  I am a loss for words for a moment or two but compose myself enough to wonder what the other three have planned.

  Eason is directly across the table from me, and when I see his lips curl into a full grin, I know that they indeed have plans and that it’s only a matter of time before I find out.

  “You didn't ask about dessert, Alyssa?” Eason asks, his grin still present.

  I lick my lips to moisten them, clearing my throat, “Dessert? I hadn't thought about it, but since you brought it up, I guess I should be curious.”

  I hear laughter and notice that Tristan finds this amusing. Before I can speak, two fingers pull my panties over and slide inside of my pussy. I don't know if it's Finn or Simon.

  I close my eyes for a brief second, only opening them when there is a hand on the back of my neck. Tristan is right behind me, massaging my tense shoulders.

  He leans
down to whisper in my ear, “You're the dessert tonight, Alyssa. All of us want to taste you before the night’s over.”

  I feel my entire body shiver. I feel myself get wet just from Tristan's words―and the two fingers manipulating my pussy.

  I notice that Tate is missing from the table, but a second later I know why. He has crawled beneath the table, licking up my upper thigh, stopping when his tongue reaches my pussy.

  "Oh, fuck!" My words come out in a squeal. I am surprised by the warmth of his tongue on my pussy lips.

  Tristan wastes no time and pulls my dress off over my head, throwing it on an empty chair.

  “Look at these tits!” Tristan growls as his hands move downward, not stopping till he has both hands filled with my bouncy breasts.

  My nipples are rock hard. I arch my arch back to press them against Tristan’s palms.

  Simon and Finn pull my legs up, placing the heel of my shoes against the edge of the table.

  With my panties pulled to the side, my pussy is wide open for Tate. He's exploring my cunt with the tip of his tongue.

  “Alyssa, your pussy tastes delicious!” Tate growls, his lips vibrating.

  During all of this, the wait staff clears the table. They don’t say a word. It's as if this has happened before.

  I hear the rip of fabric and know that my panties will no longer be a burden. I’m not sure who ripped them, nor do I care.

  I hear a zipper being opened somewhere behind me. A hand tugs on the back of my neck, pulling my head to the side.

  I finally see Tristan takes his cock out of his pants, rubbing the swollen head against my lips.

  “Open wide, Alyssa. My cock needs to be sucked.”

  My eyes widen as my lips part. I take the head of his cock into my warm mouth. I love tasting cock, and Tristan does not disappoint. I flick my tongue to lure his 12-inch cock into my mouth.

  On either side of me, I have two more monster cocks. Simon and Finn are now standing with their cocks exposed.

  “Jack my dick, Alyssa,” Simon grunts as his dick is fucking against my hand in anticipation. Finn does the same with his cock, but with even more force and demand.