Nodding at David, Sam stood and left through the door Alistair had used a few minutes ago. Glancing over at Rachael, she saw the blond woman glaring at her from behind her computer. As she entered the main office and walked back to her desk, Sam couldn't help but feel a little guilty. This should have been her assignment. She was David's PA, not her. If it hadn't been for Alistair's attraction to her, hell their attraction to each other, she would be doing what she was being paid to do. Instead Rachael had to take over the trivial jobs that she'd been assigned. God, if she was in Rachael’s shoes, she would be pissed too.
As she neared her desk, she could tell everyone was watching. They'd obviously seen Alistair leave a few minutes ago and were now wondering what has happened behind those four walls. Grabbing the files from her desk, Sam refused to make eye contact with anyone, seeing a couple of the women hurrying towards her. She quickened her pace, not wanting to face the twenty questions she was sure would be thrown her way. Sadie hadn't even begun to ask the questions she knew most of these women wanted answers to.
Sam rushed through the entrance to the office that connected to David's and shut the door quickly behind her. Leaning her forehead against it, she took a deep breath before turning to see Rachael watching her, her eyebrow raised and a curious look on her face.
"Don't fancy the inquisition huh?" Rachael asked, causing a small smile to creep onto Sam's face.
"How'd you guess?" Sam said as she pushed off the door and approached Rachael's desk, the files she'd grabbed in her arms. Sam saw Rachael's eyes drop to the files and then flick back up to her face.
"I'm guessing those are for me?" Sam felt the guilt begin to swamp her again as Rachael realised what was happening before she’d even said anything. Giving her a small smile, Sam nodded and held out the files for her. "Guess it's my own fault, I should have come in yesterday. I knew David had an important meeting. I should have made more of an effort to get my ass in here."
"You can't help it if you're ill." Sam said as she perched on the edge of Rachael's desk.
Sam watched as the other woman sighed, taking the files from her as their eyes connected. In that moment, Sam knew that there was something Rachael wasn't telling her. They'd worked together on a number of occasions and whilst they were in no way close friends, she prided herself on her ability to read people, and this was one woman who definitely had a secret. Deciding not to push, Sam stood. Giving Rachael a small smile, she turned before the PAs voice stopped her.
"I wasn't ill." Turning back, Sam took back her position on the edge of the desk and smiled, encouraging her to continue. "David and I, we kind of hooked up Friday night."
Sam saw the flush that crept onto Rachael's cheeks at her confession. David was a good looking guy; most of the women in the office had imagined getting all hot and sweaty with him before now, including her when she’d first joined the company. She wasn’t surprised that Rachael had those fantasies too, but she was surprised that she was the one who had turned them into a reality.
She’d always found Rachael to be a sweet girl. She was pretty with shoulder length blond hair and a curvy figure that most guys loved. She wasn’t short of admirers, knowing for a fact that at least two of the guys in the office had tried to get into her panties before now, but Rachael had always politely declined. From what Sam could remember of the conversations they’d had, Rachael had been burnt badly a few years ago by a guy at her old job. She avoided office romances like the plague, which is why this latest revelation was such a surprise.
“What happened?” Sam asked, not wanting to pry but her curiosity was getting the better of her.
Sam watched as Rachel folded her arms on her desk and lowered her head, groaning as she stretched her arms out in front of her and raised her eyes to look at her.
"I don’t know. It kind of just happened. I wasn't well on Friday, that was genuine. David came round to drop off a file I needed that I'd forgotten the night before. We started talking about work and it moved onto his family and mine. Before I knew it he was on top of me and I was screaming his name as he fucked me on my couch. I still can't quite believe it happened.”
Sam bit her lip as Rachael talked, trying not to ask the obvious question. The one all women wanted to know the answer to when a friend got with a new guy. As if sensing what she wanted to ask, Rachael smiled and fanned her face dramatically.
“It was the best sex I’ve ever had. Let me tell you, that guy knows how to please a woman. The things he did with his tongue....”
Sam held up her hand to halt Rachael’s words. She had to work with the guy and she didn’t want those images in her mind when she did. She was having enough trouble trying not to think about her and Alistair, adding images of Rachael and David wasn’t something she wanted to have to deal with.
“Anyway, he text me all over the weekend asking how I was but I didn't reply. I didn't know what to say to him, I still don't. I couldn't face coming in yesterday but I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid him forever. He hasn't mentioned anything to me since I walked in and he has been acting like nothing happened."
Sam listened to Rachael's words, understanding the blond woman more than she realised.
"Well how does that make you feel?" Sam asked her.
"Honestly. It pisses me off. I know I ignored his messages over the weekend and effectively ran and hid yesterday, but I expected...hell I don't know what I expected, but it certainly wasn't this. Sam, what if he thinks I just slept with him for my career? I don't sleep with my boss for that. I'm not that kind of girl. It just happened. For some reason I just looked at him Friday night and saw this guy who I suddenly found I wanted. He's already given you the Lockwood job, I guess that's his way of telling me what he thinks of me."
Sam watched as Rachael dropped her head into her hands as her shoulders slumped.
"Rachael, David didn't give me this job, Alistair Lockwood requested me. David tried to keep you but Alistair insisted."
"So he hasn't given you the job over me?" She asked, Sam detecting the hint of hope in her voice.
"No. The only way you're gonna find out what he's thinking is if you talk to him. He's a guy. You need to talk straight to them or they have no clue. Dropping subtle hints rarely works."
Sam grinned as Rachael smiled for the first time since she'd come to get her from her desk earlier. David and Rachael. Now that wasn't a pairing she'd thought about before. Working in an office like her's, she saw interactions between men and woman she had a habit of pairing people off but these two, they hadn't been on her radar.
"I might see if he wants to get lunch, just a business lunch of course." Rachael said, for clarification.
"Of course. I'd better get back to it before Alistair returns."
"So it's Alistair huh? Landed on your feet with that one Sam. He is so hot. What I wouldn't give to tap that."
“You and most of the female population.” Sam said with a small laugh.
Standing from her position on Rachael’s desk Sam walked towards David's office And knocked. When David called out for her to come in, she briefly turned seeing Rachael looking more like her normal self. As she opened the door, Sam vanished behind it to get the information she needed to become Alistair Lockwood's personal contact with RMG. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
~ 5 ~
It sure was good to be back in Toronto. He had to admit, he'd missed this place. Working overseas had it's advantages; the climate, the exotic men and women, the food, but it wasn't home. Technically, Toronto wasn't home either. He and Alistair had grown up in Montreal along with their baby sister and parents. As far as he knew, Adrienne was still there. The last he'd heard, she'd started college and had just moved in with her high school sweetheart. The same sweetheart that he and Alistair had practically kidnapped to find out his intentions towards their baby sister.
Paul was a couple of years older than Adrienne, making him two years younger than Anthony. They'd been careful not to leave any marks on the young
er man, but they'd made sure he was well aware of what they would do to him if he ever did anything to hurt Adrienne. To his credit, he hadn't run scared. He'd just arrived at their house that night to collect her for their date as if nothing had happened. In doing so, he’d shot up in their estimations considerably.
Checking his watch, he tapped his foot on the floor as he wondered how long this elevator was going to take to get them to their destination. He hated being in confined spaces like this. Even though he knew they'd only been in there a very short time, it felt like hours to him. The metal box felt even smaller due to the pure size of Chris who stood beside him, flicking through his smart phone.
The man was huge, much bigger than Anthony remembered. Then again, he had always been a bit skinny growing up so anyone was huge compared to him. It had only really been since he'd hit eighteen and discovered the gym that he'd started to bulk up. By the age of twenty, he was twice the size that he’d been in his teenage years, he could hold his own against any guy. His physique hadn't hurt his love life either.
"You keep doing that you're gonna put your foot through the floor."
Anthony turned in the direction of the deep voice. Chris was still messing with his phone, not looking in his direction. His expression remained neutral and if he hadn’t just heard him speak, he would swear he was ignoring him completely.
Glancing down, he saw that he was still tapping his foot, a nervous habit he'd picked up during his time abroad, one he'd never quite been able to break. Why did his brother have to go at take an interest in a place at the top of a forty storey building? Wouldn’t a nice five storey building have been enough?
Breathing a deep sigh of relief when he felt the elevator begin to slow, Anthony forced his way through the doors before they'd opened fully. He heard a deep chuckle behind him and he turned, frowning at Chris as he stepped out next to him.
"A little eager to get out are ya?" Chris said as he continued to chuckle at the younger Lockwood sibling.
Anthony glared at him before turning and taking in their surroundings, wondering whether his brother had actually seen the place that he'd been so adamant they come and see today. To say the place was huge was an understatement. At the moment, everything was white, even the furnishings. The whole of the first floor was open plan. The kitchen spanned the entire length of one side and was so state of the art it would make any Michelin star chef drool with envy.
Taking a step further into the vast space, he let out a low whistle as he took in the massive area. This place was so not like his brother. At the moment, it was way too clean and clinical. If his brother was going to shell out the millions it would take to secure it, some major refurbishments would be needed, which would probably cost him a few more million. He guessed that being one of Hollywood’s hottest commodities had its advantages.
Glancing at the man next to him, who was still playing on his phone, he nudged him and watched as Chris reluctantly tore his eyes away from whatever he was doing.
"Did you know Alistair wanted this place?" He asked, seeing a slow smile spread to his lips. "Any idea why he suddenly wants to spend millions on a place that he'll probably use once in a blue moon?" When Chris’ grin spread wider, Anthony sighed. "The redhead? Seriously?"
Pushing a hand through his hair, Anthony closed his eyes and sighed. He couldn't quite get his head around his brother spending this much money on a place just to impress a woman. Granted, she was a smokin hot woman, one he would probably have made a play for himself if it wasn't clear his brother had already staked his claim, but still. This was stupid.
"Not just any redhead." Chris said, causing Anthony to turn and face him. "This girl has had your brother all bent out of shape since he met her. You know, I'd swear he'd known her for months if I didn't know he'd only met her yesterday?"
"Yesterday? Are you kidding me?"
"I kid you not? She's really done a number on him."
Sighing, Anthony shook his head and walked further into the room, dropping down onto the one of the oversized couches that had been put in place to show off the potential of the space. Chris stuffed his cell in his pocket and sat down next to him.
"Since when have you been so bothered about your brother's love life?" When he didn't answer, the big man continued. "Speaking of love lives, hows yours?"
Okay, that wasn't a question he'd expected, not from Chris, not with their history. Turning his head to look at him, he only now realised how close he sat. It was a huge couch, and Chris was sitting only a few inches away, and that unnerved him. Why was he sat so close and why did that bother him so much?
Being close to this man was something he hadn't done in almost four years, yet he couldn't deny that he had thought about if often. That one night was still one of the most vivid, most intense memories that he possessed and it wasn't one that he would ever forget, or ever want to forget. The experience had changed him in so many ways yet he'd never considered a repeat performance, until now.
He and Chris had never spoken about what happened that night. It had been an unspoken rule between them and both men had stuck to it from the moment that night had ended. They’d had fun, Anthony had gotten to fuck a hot little blond with a pussy as tight as anything he’d had before, who just happened to be Chris’ then girlfriend, yet the only real connection he'd felt that night had been with Chris.
He had to admit, when Chris had asked him if he'd like to help fulfill his girls fantasy of being with two men, he hadn't been sure. At twenty one, he’d been with many women, done various things from straight vanilla to bondage and domination, but he’d never thought about a ménage. It had taken him quite some time to finally admit the idea intrigued him. The only rule they’d set was that there would be no contact between the two men, that they'd each take turns pleasing the girl, only that's not the way it had turned out.
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Four years earlier.............
"Oh God Anthony. Fuck. Yes, like that. Please."
Anthony grinned as he look up from between Emma's firm thighs, his tongue continuing to fuck her pussy as his thumb pressed hard circles against her clit. He could tell she was close, her knuckles were white as they gripped the headboard and her thighs held his head like a vice. A few more thrusts of his tongue and a couple more flicks of his thumb and she would be cumming over his face.
He'd always loved bringing a woman to climax in this way. There was something so fucking erotic about tasting a woman's juices that just turned him on like a light switch. It was guaranteed to make him as hard as granite, a little like he was now. His dick was hard to the point of being painful and he knew that when the time came for him to cum, it would be explosive.
He slowed the pace of his hand that was currently wrapped around his cock, knowing that if she came as quickly as he suspected she might, that would trigger his own. It was way too soon for him to take his pleasure. Besides, he wanted to be inside her tight pussy when he came.
Wanting to prolong the experience, Alistair pulled his tongue from her pussy and slowly lapped at her folds, hearing the frustration in her moans as he slowly bought her back from the brink. He wanted this to last. Threesome’s had never been his thing, but he had too admit, this one was doing things to him he hadn't expected.
When Chris had approached him with the request, the thought of fucking a woman with another man present hadn’t appealed to him. That was part of the reason he’d asked for time to think about it, added to the fact that Chris was his brother’s best friend, which in and of itself was weird. He was there now because he’d eventually agreed and he couldn’t deny that it was a surreal experience.
Never had he thought the sight of another man jacking off in front of him could turn him on, but as his eyes shifted from Emma to the man sat on the bed next to them, he felt his cock harden still. He let his eyes stay on the sight of Chris working his solid length for several moments before his eyes flicked up and locked with his. His blue eyes were dark and Anthony couldn't mistake the hung
er that he saw there.
He stopped his hand’s movement on his cock altogether, knowing that if he continued staring at Chris whilst he pulled on his length, the night would be over way too soon. His reaction to Chris was unexpected, and Anthony pushed it to the back of his mind as he forced himself to break eye contact and continue eating the woman who was beginning to get restless above him.
Moving his thumb from her clit, he replaced it with his mouth as he covered her, sucking the swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth. The scream that spilled from her lips told him all he needed to know as he lifted his free hand and plunged two fingers deep into her pussy, feeling her muscles clamp down tightly around the invading digits.
As he continued to flick her clit with his tongue, Anthony glanced back towards Chris, seeing he wasn't where he had been. As he began to wonder where the other man had vanished too, he felt the bed shift and then his whole body practically jumped off the bed when he felt his cock being engulfed by a hot mouth.
Knowing that it could only be Chris, Anthony began to panic, pushing his hips down into the bed to try and remove it from Chris mouth, that was until Chris’ large hands pressed onto his thighs and he began to move along his length. No matter how much he didn't want to react, Anthony couldn't stop the feelings that started to swamp his system as Chris licked and sucked him deeper into his mouth. His tongue swept along the sensitive underside before swirling around the engorged head then sinking down over his entire length.
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