by Mia Ford
I was shocked when people stepped forward to shake my hand, welcome me to the company, and just say hello. Many of them were kind and cordial but there was the group of women that were icy and beautiful as they looked at me frostily from across the room. I knew that we would never be friends, feeling fine with that if they didn’t talk bad about me around the building. Breanna walked in just after the speech and came over to hug me as she smiled brightly. She always made me feel better with her positive attitude and I grinned at her. “Can you believe all of this food? It’s like Christmas dinner.”
We filled a plate with the meats and vegetables, grabbing a water before we went to her desk to eat. I’d had enough of being the center of attention and wanted to just relax. “They introduced me before you came in. It was so embarrassing.” My voice was low as I glanced around.
“That was smart. People gossip like crazy around here and I’m sure the lies were flying, so maybe knowing who you are will slow it down.” Breanna gave me a sympathetic look as she took a bite of turkey. “It’s a really good job, Jane. I swear to that.” She chuckled. “I can’t imagine being so close to those two all day, though. They’re so gorgeous.”
“They are but I’m me. There’s nothing impressive about that.” I shrugged as I took a bite of the mashed potatoes and gravy as she shook her head.
“Have you seen yourself?” Breanna asked me as I gazed at her. “That sweet, country girl look is gorgeous, Jane. The bitches here are jealous.” She leaned over to whisper to me as I giggled. We finished the meal talking about Christmas and what we were going to do, though I hid my plans to go to The Moyens. That was a tough one to explain in my mind and I was still making sense of what was happening with them myself. I told her that I’d be at the restaurant with Mama to meet her later and headed back to work after a tight hug.
We met Breanna and her boyfriend at a diner and Mama talked to them about the holiday. I told her not to mention our plans and she nodded slowly with a frown as she looked curiously at me. I told her that some of the people at the office enjoyed gossip a lot and I wanted to avoid that for the time being.
We worked a half day on Thursday and I went home to have Christmas Eve dinner with Mama. We enjoyed roast chicken and some of the same vegetables that I’d eaten today but everything that Mama made tasted better than anything else. We prayed for the family that was no longer with us and I looked at her across the table before taking a bite. “Would you move here, Mama?”
She looked at me thoughtfully before looking around the apartment. It was small but quaint and I knew that she was thinking about her house with the big front porch back home. “I don’t know, Jane. I’ve always lived there in that town. We have so many memories there.” She gave me a sad smile. “I want you to move back sometimes, but I know that you’re doing well here.”
“I like it here. If you came here, we could get a bigger place. Maybe a little house somewhere,” I pushed as she smiled. My apartment was a two bedroom but there wasn’t a lot of space in it.
“I’ll mull it over. It’s so busy here for me, Jane. I’m not young like you,” she teased me as I laughed.
“Mom, you’re forty-seven. That isn’t old,” I told her as she grinned and laughed with me. We exchanged gifts by my small tree in the corner before watching an old movie on television, falling asleep on the couch under a blanket.
CHAPTER 22
Brent
I dressed the next morning in dark jeans and a green Henley for breakfast, knowing that people were already arriving. We’d had a small family night last night, opening gifts and just being together. Mom was emotional but she held the tears at bay for the most part.
I knew that today was going to be busy and distracting, thinking of Mom as I ran a hand through my hair. It was longer than I preferred but I would deal with it later as I thought about Jane arriving in a few hours. Something had changed between her and us; both Brent and me. With other girls, it wasn’t as intimidating but I didn’t think that she could handle us both. I didn’t think she could handle one of us with her glaring innocence, but she was beautiful and attracted to both of us.
I knew that we’d be busy with all the guests and I wouldn’t have too much time alone with her, but she was going to be here. I was curious to meet Jane’s mother and see if they looked alike, or if she might take after her father more. I wondered if her sweet nature was more like her mom and I grinned at the impending arrival. I slipped my feet into some black socks and headed downstairs, insisting on comfort over formality. I didn’t want to wear a suit all day with uncomfortable shoes, so I got away with this for now. I dressed more for dinner later, something that Dad gave in to when we were young and argumentative.
I headed down the stairs to find some aunts and cousins running around as Mom finished the breakfast casseroles. They were still in the oven and Ashely cooked some bacon and sausage on the stove, since we gave Monica the weekend off. She did a lot of the prep for us throughout the week. I went in and poured some coffee, offering to help as Brandon walked in dressed like me. The difference was that his Henley was a darker red, and Mom smiled at us. “Toast would be great,” she said before I grabbed some bread and started sliding it into the toaster. Brandon got his own coffee and we got all the food together and set up buffet style on the counter.
I felt the absence of Dad at the table as we started to pray. It wasn’t a habit other than holidays, something left from Mom’s strict Catholic upbringing but I listened closely today. I wondered if he knew that we missed him. I wondered if he could see us as I let the idea of the driver that killed him enjoying his holidays cross my mind briefly. He was facing some charges for driving drunk but we all knew that it wouldn’t make up for our loss.
The kids lightened the mood, chattering about Santa and their presents as I watched them. There were two more sets of twins on my mom’s side of the family and it always made me pity her and Dad as I took in how much fucking energy they had. I had to pour another cup of coffee to get whatever I had back from when I woke up this morning, as we sat with our uncles and talked about the company. Everyone was supportive of us taking over and there were pats on the back and hugs from everyone that arrived.
I was on the back patio with my older cousin Nate when I glanced up to see dark curls and a wide smile. There was a woman that looked a lot like Jane standing beside her as Mom hugged them both and introduced them to the relatives that were all over the house at this point. Jane was wearing what looked like black slacks and a red blouse and her hair was loose around her shoulders as she shook someone’s hand. “Who is that? She’s gorgeous.” My eyes snapped back to Nate, fifteen and full or hormones as I remembered being that age.
“Calm down, Romeo. She’s our new assistant Jane and way too old for you,” I told him as I ruffled his hair, making him step away from her and tell me to stop.
“Damn, you hire girls that look like that?” He asked as I nearly choked on the beer that I was sipping. He had no idea what shit we pulled at the office.
“It just worked out that way. I’m her boss, Nate. Chill out.” He looked at me with wide brown eyes as I shook my head. “I’m going to go say hello.” I walked in and Jane looked up to see me as our eyes locked. She looked beautiful with a dark liner on her lids and a nude stain to her lips as she smiled and I stepped up to her. “Jane. Merry Christmas,” I told her as she introduced me to her beautiful mother, Chelsea. They both looked a little bit flustered and I knew that the crowd was intimidating.
“Your house is gorgeous,” her mom told me as I smiled and thanked her.
“I think my place would fit into the kitchen,” Jane quipped as I smiled at her. Brandon stepped into the kitchen and took in Jane with a hungry gaze before she noticed him, introducing her mom to him. The woman looked from him to me as she fanned herself.
“My word, you are handsome,” she said as Mom laughed.
“They look just like their father,” she said, sadness in her voice as Chelsea hugged her. Th
ey spoke softly to one another as Jane smiled and looked at us. We went outside to the balcony after she met everyone and her mom was caught up with the aunts and she sipped the glass of wine in her hand as she looked over the city.
“This is gorgeous. I can’t imagine what it must look like at night,” Jane said softly as the wind blew her hair into her face. I reached out and tucked it behind her ear as she stared at me for a moment, letting out her breath slowly. “Brent…”
“We would take care of you,” I promised her as she frowned. “You’re something special, Jane.”
“You’re my supervisor. You guys are my bosses,” she told me as the door behind is slid open.
“What am I interrupting?” Brandon asked smoothly as he moved to stand beside her, smiling crookedly. He looked at me and then back to her as he raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”
Jane sighed and looked back over the buildings as she leaned forward. I knew that she was confused. Hell, I was, too. “I am not the kind of girl you boys would like.”
“Says who?” Brandon challenged her as I groaned and she rested her head in her hands.
“Bran,” I said as he moved close to her against the railing.
“You feel what’s between us, Jane. I know you do.” I stood beside her, shame flooding me. Jane was too sweet for this, too innocent.
“I work for you. I’m…nothing can happen.” I heard the urgency in her voice as Brandon only moved closer, his eyes locked on hers.
“You say that now, Jane.” He brushed his lips against her cheek as something filled me, pressing close to her before he walked through the door that led to our room. She slumped forward and dropped her face into her hands.
“He’s so damned straightforward,” she mumbled before looking at me. “Why? You have women at your feet everywhere you go. Why me?” Her eyes narrowed as I swallowed thickly. “Is it an assistant thing? Do you have to conquer all of them?”
“What have you heard?” I asked as she sighed.
“You had other girls. People say that you were sleeping with them and then poof. They were gone.” She looked at me, long and hard. “I need this job. I need the money. I can’t risk that because you and Brandon are hot as hell, because this is my future. I can’t lose my future just because of some attraction.” She turned and walked into the house, and I watched as she got some more wine before she disappeared into the living room. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anybody right now and I licked my lips before turning to look over the city again. The sun was setting and the lights were coming on, reminding me of Dad and his values and business sense. He would never let this happen; would have never let it happen with the other assistants. I knew that there was something more with Jane, a tug that was going to be hard as hell to ignore.
We had to, though. We had no choice.
Everyone was called inside for dinner, plates loaded with food as voices rose in chatter. There were people seated at the long formal table, Jane and her mom squeezed in next to my mother as they laughed. I sat with my brother and some of the cousins in the kitchen as I kept an eye on Jane, Brandon following my gaze several times. We looked at each other, expressing the need that we felt as well as the urgency to stay away from her. I was going to go off on him for what he did outside as soon as I had the chance, irritated at his bold move.
Jane skillfully avoided us all night, getting to know everyone else in the house as she made the rounds. I saw her talking with Ashley and her boyfriend, a tall dark-haired kid with a rogue look in his blue eyes. At least, that’s what I saw. He sat close to her, his arm slung protectively around Ashley’s shoulders as she talked closely with Jane, smiling as she seemed to draw comfort from her.
Everyone left in groups, hugs and holiday wishes echoing through the house. I said goodbye on auto pilot, hugging everyone warmly as I accepted their well wishes. I kissed Chelsea’s cheek and thanked her for coming before looking down at Jane’s impassive face as she shuffled out of the door.
I grabbed another beer and went upstairs, sitting on the bed as I looked out of the window. Brandon stepped in and I didn’t look at him before speaking. “What the hell was that outside?”
“I barely touched her,” he said as I glared at him. “After everything else we’ve done, that was nothing.”
“We. Can’t. Touch. Her.” I said slowly as he looked at me. “She said that she doesn’t want that and I want to respect that. She isn’t like the others, Bran.”
“Have you seen the way that she looks at us? Those damn eyes make me want to kiss her senseless,” he murmured as I shook my head. “I kissed her cheek. That’s it.”
“That is where it ends. We have girls for that so use them. Not her. I don’t want to fuck up her future,” I said, ending the conversation with my tone. He stood for a moment before going to his own room and I leaned back against the pillows. The day was hitting me as I took a long tug from my beer, feeling the emotions well up inside of me.
There was a part of me that felt like Jane would be good for the hurt side of me; that she would soothe me.
CHAPTER 23
Brandon
We had the weekend off work and when we were with the family, Brent was in good spirits. I could see in his eyes that something was eating away at him though, particularly when Mom and Ashley talked about how sweet Jane was. She was under his skin and I frowned as I sipped my iced tea over lunch. We both wanted her and I saw the way that she looked at us, but Brent said that she told him no. We would never force ourselves on a girl.
I went out that Saturday, separate from Brent. I noticed that night when I walked in late that he wasn’t home yet and grinned, hoping that he was working whatever the hell was wrong with him out of his system. I wasn’t an insensitive asshole and I knew that he missed Dad as much as the rest of us did, and I would try and let this thing with Jane go. Damn it if she didn’t look at me like she wanted me to kiss her; to corrupt her. I knew he felt it as well, but Brent had more willpower than I did.
We woke up Sunday and had a lazy breakfast with Mom and Ashley downtown, sipping mimosas as we both tried to wake up. Brent had obviously tied one on last night by the circles under his eyes that Mom looked closely at before she gazed at me. “You boys okay?”
“Yeah, just parties last night. Long weekend and all, Mom.” Brent smiled at her as she nodded slowly and sipped her own drink. “We work too much to party like this all of the time. We wanted to live it up.” His tone suggested anything but that and I knew she noticed by the way her brows furrowed.
I fit in another girl Sunday evening, hanging out at her apartment in her bed as I fucked her every way that we could think of. It made me realize that the girls that I was choosing were all into this game of jumping from one bed to another, and it wasn’t as appealing as Jane’s innocent eyes.
Fuck me.
I got home and went to sleep for a few hours, waking up at the usual time for work. I sensed the tension in the air as we gulped coffee down and headed to the car, and I tried to focus on the busy day and getting in as much as we could this week. Things would slow down slightly, but there was a lot of catching up for everyone now.
It didn’t feel like we’d celebrated Christmas. I enjoyed family being there at the house but it didn’t have that warm feeling as it normally did for me. It felt empty and I knew who we were all missing. The sad look in Mom’s eyes despite all her mingling and the haunted expression on my sister’s face played through my mind over and over.
I also replayed what happened with Jane. It was so small compared to anything I did with any other girl this weekend, but the feeling of her soft skin against my rough lips was something that I’d never forget. We parked in the garage and went inside, being some of the first to arrive to the floor. We walked to the office and opened it up as got our computers set up in the quiet of the morning. I looked around at the pictures that were scattered around the room, thinking of past holidays and it hit me that he was gone. Dad was never coming back.
Apparently, Jane was working at her desk today and every day that week. She was polite to us, and I still felt the heat every time that I walked past her and met her eyes before she looked away again, hating myself for what I did the other night. I couldn’t help myself, and I felt her shiver against me when I touched her, knowing that she liked it. I knew that she was different that Veronica and even Cecile, but I was okay with that. I wanted her to be different, and though I didn’t know how that would pan out, I wanted to see.
We had a three-day weekend after that for New Year’s and Brent, and I attended a party at a friend’s house, kissing and fucking god only knows who after midnight. I didn’t feel the same excitement that I had in the past, knowing that this was a whole different life. I made sure to take Mom to brunch with everyone on Sunday despite my hangover since all the emptiness that we were feeling had to be a million times worse for her. She smiled at us as we ate the breakfast fare and tried to look strong. She always went out of town for New Year’s with Dad, and this was the first time that she was home in many years. We knew that Ashley and the boyfriend stayed home with her, which was the only way that we’d go out. Mom kept up a steady chatter about the events coming up for Ashley and some things she had planned with friends as I sipped a beer and looked at Brent. Jane came up as well, and she remarked about how nice she and her mother were, watching as we both nodded. She knew the kind of girls that we hung out with generally, and while she was kind about them, we knew that wasn’t crazy about them as far as a future. We also knew that Mom was well-aware of the rules at work and would never encourage one of us to pursue her. That was no kind of example to set for the staff. I suppressed a shudder as I imagined her finding out what we’d been up to. We were always wild but acting the way that we did at work was risky, and something Dad would frown upon.