Two Bad Bosses_An MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  Zane suggested she take a nap and, currently, she’s falling asleep on his couch. The two of us go over to the small table in the office. It has various alcohols and I open up the whiskey. I could use a shot after the time we’ve just had. I had kept my wine drinking pretty minimal, going through about one and half glasses. I pour myself some of our best whiskey and Zane motions for me to get him one as well. We both down them quickly and recount what just happened.

  “We let that get out of hand,” Zane says.

  “You’re right. We were not responsible today. We need to be way more careful when it comes to dealing with Chloe. If every day is like this one, no one is going to survive the summer.”

  I look over at Chloe, sleeping on the couch. Just the mere sight of her gets me hard. I’m aching to be inside her, to feel her warm pussy eat me up. I want to fuck her so bad, but I simply can’t. There’s nothing more to it. But the way she’s lying on the couch… I can see her panties peeking out and the crotch is transparent. Fuck, she must be wet. Whatever sexual feelings are brewing inside of me, she must be feeling them, too. I softly groan at the thought of kneeling down and satisfying her needs, but that’s a no. Instead, I go over to the couch and stand over her. Zane joins me and the two of us devour her with our eyes because it’s all we have. I run my hands through my hair in frustration, not sure if I can hold out anymore.

  “Zane, buddy. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. I’m worried I might cross the line.” I’m waiting for my best friend to rein me in, to tell me there’s no way in hell that I can let my emotions overtake me. For Jack’s sake, you know.

  “It’s the fucking same for me,” he groans.

  It would seem my best bud is right where I’m at. Well, there goes my plan for moving on. I was hoping Zane would be able to talk me out of this and then I could move forward. In my head, if Zane could hold back then I could just follow his lead and we’d both be golden, but now that all goes to shit.

  “What are we going to do?” he asks.

  I shrug. I don’t have a solution. Chloe is beautiful and vivacious girl and we are both enthralled by her, but also, I think we are getting caught up in the competition of it all. We love playing games and it’s easy to forget the real-life consequences sometimes.

  “We’ll just need to steer clear of Chloe. Only interacting with her when necessary,” I suggest. “We need physical distance, as much as we can muster.” I have so little faith in this plan, but we can’t just do nothing.

  “Agreed.”

  We look down at her and I can already tell this is going to be hard. Her soft breaths make her chest rise and fall ever so slightly. Her face is so serene, and she looks so young. I’m amazed by the power she holds over the two of us. She seems so unassuming. I mean, the fact that Zane and I are intimidated by what we’d do, just to win her favor – it’s frightening. We haven’t been working with her for very long, but it feels like a lifetime has passed – the agony I’ve been going through the past few days. At least Zane and I have promised to avoid any more confrontation, but I don’t think I believe him… or myself for that matter.

  Chapter Nine:

  Chloe

  I wake up and I’m very much dreading having to go in the office today. Luckily, I don’t have a hangover, but maybe I deserve one… Some misery would teach me not to make the same mistake twice. I didn’t completely get off Scott-free, though. My mouth feels gross and my eyes are dry. I swipe some hair out of my face and then I remember Whit did the same thing. It was such a tender touch and I hate how much I like the memory.

  Yesterday, I ended up crashing on Zane’s couch. When I woke up, they were gone. It was past six and the office was essentially closed. They had left me a note apologizing if they had made me feel uncomfortable. I snuck out of the firm, not wanting to run into any late-timers. I looked like such a mess. I was thankful that I had slept through the workday, but that just means that today, I would need to confront both of them. I have never done anything so unprofessional. And at the firm my father owns. I don’t want to live with this embarrassment, but maybe if I do then I won’t make the same mistake. Shame is how we learn, right?

  I put on the pants I was going to wear yesterday and button my shirt as high as it will go. I can’t blame my clothes for my deviant behavior yesterday, but maybe if I cover up more… I don’t know. I’m playing weak mind games with myself and, ultimately, I need to just do better.

  I grab my purse and head to work. Today, I’m working with Whit again and, hopefully, he’ll have me doing something so mind numbing, I won’t get myself into any more trouble. I get to the top floor and Zane and Whit are already in. I knock on Whit’s door.

  “Come in.” he says.

  I enter his office and he’s sitting, working away on his computer.

  He holds up a finger, indicating for me to wait a few seconds. “I will be with you in just a minute.”

  I patiently stay by the door, waiting for him to be done with whatever task he’s busy with. Whit doesn’t take too long, and he motions for me to come over. I go and stand behind him, waiting for my instructions for the day.

  “Good morning, Mr. Delacroix.”

  Whit raises his eyebrow and I remember how I was asked to drop formalities. It does feel weird to call him by his formal name, so this is one battle I’m not going to push back on. It’s easier for me to call him Whit, anyway. “I mean – Good morning, Whit.”

  He turns back to his computer, while greeting me. “Good morning, Chloe. Did you have a good night?”

  I wasn’t sure if yesterday was going to be a topic of conversation today – or I was hoping it wouldn’t be – but that’s not how my life works. I nervously scratch the back of my head, all the awkwardness seeping in.

  “Yeah, about that. I wanted to apologize for… getting drunk and then sleeping through the work day and all that… It was a stupid thing to do.” I’m expecting Whit to chastise me or even acknowledge my massive fuck up, but instead he completely ignores all of it and moves forward with whatever he’s doing.

  “I wanted to show you a few important things, today. Particularly our most important accounts. Let’s take a trip to the filing cabinet.” He pushes his chair out and walks over to the cabinet.

  I’m dumbstruck at first and I just move out of his way, watching as Whit slides the fact that I got drunk during work hours under the rug. Maybe it’s because we all behaved badly yesterday. I just follow his lead and go with him to the filing cabinet. He opens a few drawers and pulls out about half a dozen files.

  “What I’m going to show you today are our most important clients.” He holds up the folders for a second before shutting the drawer.

  We walk over to the couch and sit next to one another. Whit has all the folders in his lap, opening the top one to reveal a paper on top of a whole stack of papers. The text on it is black, Times New Roman, and numerous.

  “Do you want me to study those?” I point to the papers, the boredom already attacking my mind. And not just boredom, I’m actually getting a little sad.

  “I was thinking we could go through them together and then I’d hand them off to you, so you can study them closer.”

  Just like I suspected… boring. Whit opens the first file and starts going through the ins and outs of the client. I do my best to pay attention, but nothing is sticking in my brain. I start to tune him out, hoping Whit won’t be quizzing me later. I don’t think I could even tell him any of the names. Why did I think I could do this for three months? I can’t even properly distract myself. And I feel a yawn creeping up and I’m trying to keep it at bay, but it escapes, and it is loud.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I did… that…”

  “Am I boring you?’

  I consider lying. It wouldn’t be hard, and I can easily avoid any unneeded confrontation. I don’t want Whit to think I hate him, I just hate being here, and listening to the details of the clients, and shifting through papers, and well, everything that goes on here, to
be totally honest.

  So – surprising even myself – I tell him the truth. “You are?” Whit does a double take and then I turn my question into a statement, “You are… boring me.”

  He starts to laugh. It starts small and silent, his shoulders shaking. It transforms into a full belly laugh and I watch him laugh at me or him, I’m not completely sure.

  “Really? I thought I was being so interesting.” He sounds a little sarcastic, but Whit has a sense of humor that is hard to read sometimes, so I can’t tell.

  I’m worried I may have insulted him, so I try to explain what I meant. “I didn’t mean… that. You’re not boring me, personally.” In fact, he’s one of the only parts of this internship that keeps me interested. “It’s the internship. I kind of don’t really want to be here.” I was going to sugarcoat it, but it seems I’m going with a theme of honesty, so why stop here?

  “Is there anything specific you don’t like?”

  “No. I just don’t want to go into business or law or anything that you guys do here. I’ve never really had a passion or even mild interest in it.” I know what I want to do with my life, but I’m too embarrassed to tell Whit. We don’t have a relationship like that and I’ve already made enough of a fool of myself.

  Whit stays quiet for a few seconds and then gets up from the couch. I watch him move around his office, opening drawers and pulling out papers. He stops by his computer.

  “Why don’t you come over here.”

  I slowly get off the couch and approach the screen. Whit moves back and motions for me to sit in his chair. I take the seat and look at the computer. He leans over me, moving the mouse around and telling me all about the different things one can do at the firm. There are a lot more aspects to the law offices than I originally thought, but – even with this extensive list – I still don’t see anything that interests me. I put my hand over Whit’s, stilling him and I turn my face up towards him.

  “I’m sorry, but it just doesn’t interest me. I’m not connecting with any of it.” I slowly take my hand off his, missing the contact as soon as I lose it. I don’t want to look into his eyes anymore, concerned that he’s going to not like me anymore. I keep my gaze in my lap, wondering if my sudden bout of honesty was worth it.

  “Are you going to quit?”

  “No,” I respond quickly. “I couldn’t do that. It would disappoint my Dad and I won’t do that.” I let out a long sigh. It’s a tension inside of me that I’ll need to address at one point, but today is not that day.

  “I know how that feels – not wanting to disappoint Jack.” Whit has moves away, removing his body heat from mine. Having him so close made me nervous, but it was also reassuring. I think it’s part of the reason why I was able to open up so much. I turn around in the chair and see Whit with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall.

  “You’ve never disappointed my father. He’s always talking about how great you and Zane are.” I reassure him, sliding some hair behind my ear, getting it out of my face. What I’m saying is true. Zane and Whit are like sons to him. He took them under his wing and taught them everything he knows. They would always be at our house, helping and they were always so nice to me. I’m not sure if there’s anything they could do to make my Dad lose faith in them because they would never do anything to upset him.

  “That was the past. Things have changed and – I don’t know,” Whit almost whispers, his voice breathy. “I’m worried I might end up doing something I’ll regret… or not so much regret, but the consequences would be more than I am ready to handle.”

  “Would the… consequences be that bad?”

  Whit has a weak smile. He rolls his shoulders back and takes a few seconds to think about it.

  “Honestly? I don’t know, but whenever I think about it, the potential outcome scares me away. Sometimes you have to give up something you really want for the people you love. In my case, I’m sacrificing for Jack and Zane’s sake.”

  The more he talks about it, the more intrigued I become and the more I feel like it’s about me. The way his eyes are lit up and the breathy nature of his speech is tipping me off. I shift in my seat, bringing my knees together to ease the pressure building up inside of me. Whit watches my movements, his eyes digging into me, causing me to push my legs together even more.

  “What are you sacrificing?” My voice has gone all quiet again.

  Whit takes his hands out of his pockets and moves closer to me. His eyes don’t leave mine and he stops once his feet are mere inches from me. Then he leans over, putting his hands on either side of my body, resting them on the arm rests. His eyes scan up and down my body before coming back to look into mine. I’m not sure if he’s going to answer my question and I’m about to ask it again.

  “You,” Whit finally responds.

  “What?”

  My eyes go wide, wanting to search his, but he moves away from me so quickly, I can’t search his face. And then he completely ignores his statement, acting like he didn’t even say what he said.

  “Why don’t you do some more filing. It’ll pass the time, even if it is boring,” he smirks. He waits for me to get out of his chair and I go back to the cabinet, organizing the papers on top. I look over at Whit and he’s focusing fully on his computer. I’m so charged, I’m not paying too much attention to where I’m putting the files. I shouldn’t be doing this so haphazardly, but my frame of mind is far from logical. The air in room feels thick and I’m starting to get way more breathless. I’m about to excuse myself to the bathroom when Zane walks in and asks me to come to his office. I look at Whit – since I’m supposed to be his for the day.

  “Go ahead. You weren’t doing anything important – just filing.” He smiles at me again – probably calling back to our earlier conversation. I’m getting a little better at reading Whit’s mood, but he’s still such a mystery – a mystery I kind of want to solve.

  Zane tells me to follow him and I do, running away from Whit. Not because I want to get away from him, but because I want to stay so badly, and I could feel my resolve slipping. I’m not quite ready to cross that line just yet.

  Chapter Ten:

  Zane

  When I got Chloe from Whit’s office, she was visibly flustered. Whit was being his weird self which means he was playing at something. Whit has a knack for getting people all confused, and I can only imagine what game he’s playing with Chloe. Chloe and I get to my office and I take a seat at my desk. I open my email and show it to her.

  “So, what we have here is all of our contacts,” I explain. “This is a list that’s been shared with everyone working here. What I need you to do is go through it and organize everyone into sub-lists. The sub-lists have already been made and all the contacts have short descriptions, so just place them accordingly. Someone can be in more than one list. After you’re done with the list, our executive assistant has sent you a general template for a letter we’ll be sending out to one of the sub-lists. You’ll just make sure to personalize all of them and we’ll be sending them out tomorrow. If you have any questions, don’t be afraid to ask.”

  “Okay. Is that it?”

  She still seems frazzled and I don’t want to further push her over, so I leave things be for now. “Yeah. That’s everything. I’ll check on you in an hour or so.”

  Chloe nods and leaves my office. Her current state has me worried, so I go back to Whit’s office to ask him what’s going on. He’s in the same spot I left him in, doing whatever he is doing on his desktop. He doesn’t even look up when I enter, talking to me without looking at me.

  “I have a feeling that you’re here to ask me a question about Chloe?” There’s a smugness about Whit that – if someone didn’t know him – could be taken for cockiness or dismissiveness. Really, it’s his way of being. Most of what he says is laced with a subtle humor and it can take some time to get used to.

  “Yeah, I was wondering if something happened between you two. She’s a little flustered and I’m guessing y
ou had something to do with that.” I make sure to not let my statement sound like an accusation. Even if it did, Whit wouldn’t take offense. We know one another so well that we can read each other like books.

  Whit finally looks up at me, leaning back in his seat. He laces his fingers, resting his pointer fingers on his nose. “Something did happen. We had a little heart to heart. Apparently, she’s very bored with the internship. She’s only really doing it to please Jack.” That was something I had already guessed, but I didn’t expect her to tell either one of us about it.

  “Why did she tell you?”

  Whit shrugs, “I asked.”

  Looks like it was that simple. Whit is a lot more forward than I am and it tends to work out for him. He gets the information he needs a lot quicker. I’m trying to adapt his habits, but it is hard to change.

  “Fair enough.”

  “I also may have implied I wanted to sleep with her. That could be part of it, maybe.” Whit slaps his desk and laughs at himself. I’m not surprised or disappointed at the admission. When I came to get Chloe, I had an agenda. Mine might be a little more aggressive than just implying, but now I know Whit’s resolve is slipping, just like mine.

  “You’re an asshole, sometimes.”

  “At least it’s only sometimes,” he replies.

  I laugh and leave him to finish his work, going into the reception area to see how Chloe’s doing. She stops working when I approach her desk, her demeanor greatly changed from earlier. She’s more relaxed and a lot more focused.

  “Hi, Zane.”

  “Hey, Chloe. How are the email lists coming?”

  She takes a glance at her screen and looks pleased. “It’s going well. It’s not complicated work. I was actually about to take a quick break and get some water?” She makes it a question like she wants my permission which I give because why not? I nod. She stands up and I follow her over to the cooler. I wait while she gets herself a drink and while she’s sipping on her water, I ask her what I’ve been waiting to ask for the whole day.