Desk Job (London Menage Book 2) (16 page)

I giggled, a breathless, heady sound. “Suits me.”

He smiled and kissed me again. It was a long, gentle kiss and by the time he broke away, his cock had softened inside of me.

I let my legs flop to the side and ran my hands over his warm back. “I think I might take a bath.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, you should do that. I don’t think the bath has ever been used.”

“What?”

He chuckled. “I’m a shower type of guy, quicker.”

“And you’re always in a rush.”

“Got it in one. But not today.” He pulled out then stood from the bed. “I’ll go and run it for you. Make sure the damn thing works okay.”

As he walked, naked, to the ensuite, I admired his ass. He had a few red marks on his buttocks, scratches, evidence of the pleasure he’d just given me. I liked those marks, they made me feel territorial, he was mine. Everyone else, hands off.

Mine.

So was Andre.

Damn, my life had become a dreamboat erotic fantasy and long may it continue.

The bath was heavenly and as I sat in water up to my neck, richly scented bubbles almost overflowing, I could hear Tristan banging about in the kitchen. He’d put the radio on and occasionally sang a line or two from a song he clearly liked.

I wriggled my toes under the water and stared at the mosaic tiles around the bath. They were pearlescent and gray.

“Hey, beautiful, how long are you going to be?” Tristan appeared at the door. “Not that there is any rush, I just don’t want you to have to wait for breakfast if you’re hungry.”

“I’m not hungry yet.” I lifted a handful of bubbles, held them in front of my face and blew. “So why don’t you join me?”

He paused for a moment. “I suppose we should christen the bath properly.”

“Indeed.”

He grinned then stepped out of his sweats. He wore no boxers so stepped straight in. “Bloody hell, it’s hot.”

“It’s nice. Sit down.” I spread my legs so he could sit between them.

I thought he’d face me but he didn’t, he sat with his back to me.

Leaning forward, I wrapped my arms around his waist, and pressed my breasts against his back.

“Best bath I’ve ever had,” he said, spreading his fingers on my forearms.

“Mmm…” I kissed him between his shoulder blades, then sat back and reached for a bottle of shampoo. “Dampen your hair.”

He sloshed several handfuls of water over his hair. Some hit me on my cheeks and I giggled. “That’ll do.”

I applied the golden-colored liquid to my hands, then set about lathering up his hair.

He sighed and his shoulders relaxed from their usual tense position.

“How is that?” I asked.

“Wonderful.”

I smiled and worked the shampoo more, giving his scalp a massage as I did so.

He was quiet and still and I guessed he was enjoying it, so I didn’t rush. And I didn’t want to. His hair was thick and a little over long, it felt nice between my fingers.

Eventually, I reached for an empty container, white, that sat by the bath edge for decoration. “Ready for a rinse?”

“Mmm…”

I filled it with water and gently washed away the shampoo, being careful it didn’t flood his face.

Tristan sat there, unmoving, as I made sure every last sud was removed.

“There. All done,” I said, placing the container back on the ledge.

“Thank you.” His voice was soft and mellow.

Once again I pressed myself close to him, kissed the wet hair at his nape.

“You’re good for me,” he said. “I can’t remember when I last felt so relaxed.”

“Relaxed is perfect for a Sunday.”

“Tell me about it.” He sighed. “And Sunday is also perfect for a fry up.”

“I like the sound of that.”

He stood. The water poured from him and his wet skin shone. “I’ll go and make a start, shall I?”

I watched as he wrapped a white towel around his waist. “Yes. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

He left the bathroom and I rested back. I had thought maybe things would get raunchy in the bath and end up with us toppling into bed again. I was glad it hadn’t though. Washing Tristan’s hair, seeing him relax was sensual and erotic in its own right.

And relaxing more often was definitely something he needed to do. And I reckoned I was up for the job.

Chapter Fifteen

I left Tristan’s flat after breakfast, although it was nearly midday by that point. I needed to get home and see Lullabelle—who would no doubt be furious at my lack of attention over the weekend—plus I was ready for a change of clothes and some alone time.

There was a lot going on. I needed space to process it. I was officially in a threesome relationship and whilst that was already feeling like the most natural thing in the world to me, it wasn’t a natural thing for a lot of the world’s population.

The woman in the club last night had proved that. Her expression had been one of shock to see me with two men. I wasn’t naïve enough to know there wouldn’t be more occasions like that in the future, even if times when all three of us could be together were limited. There’d been the waitress in the French restaurant, too. She’d appeared confused by the obvious affection of both men without any apparent jealousy on their behalf. And what about the future, going forward? Would I introduce them both to my parents or just one, but hell, how would I pick just one of my lovers to present as my boyfriend? Just the thought of that made me feel icky and disloyal.

There was only one thing for it and that was to pour wine and call Sian for a chat. So with Lullabelle curled up on my lap and a glass of pinot within reach, I picked up the phone.

“Hey girl, how are you doing?”

“I’m good, you?” I said, smiling as I heard Sian’s voice.

“Busy, busy, it’s all go here.”

“Oh, why’s that? Work?”

“No, it’s Coben’s friend, Ed. He’s staying.”

“Staying? Hasn’t he got his own place?”

“Well yes but…”

“But what?”

“Coben and I like him here.”

“You like him there…” I paused. Was Sian saying what I thought she was? Had she been going through the same thing, with two men, at the same time I had?

“Yeah, we like him. A lot. He’s pretty damn sexy too so…”

“Are you sleeping with him?” I hadn’t meant to be so blunt, but in light of the way my life was going I hadn’t been able to help myself.

She was quiet for a moment, then, “Would you think less of me if I said yes?”

“No, no of course not.” I paused. “Does Coben know?”

“Of course Coben knows. He was there.” She sounded shocked at the thought he wouldn’t know.

“Bloody hell.”

“See, you
are
scandalized.” She laughed but there was a small waver of uncertainty in her voice.

“No, I’m just surprised.”

“Surprised that I’m a slut and can sleep with two men.”

“Fuck no. Hardly that … I’m doing the same thing.”

“No way. With your two bosses? You’re such a dark horse.”

“We really need to get together.”

“I agree.”

“I’ll text you in the week. Perhaps we could go out for a meal, or I could pop over.”

“Only if there are no men around. Not that I don’t want you to see Coben and meet Ed but…”

“We need our privacy for chat.”

“Yes, that’s it exactly. Which I haven’t really got right now. Coben is due in from work any minute. Ed’s coming round too, later.”

“Yes, I understand.” I paused. “It’s good though, isn’t it?”

“What?”

“Having two hot men to play with.”

She giggled. “I couldn’t agree more.”

I put the phone down and tickled Lullabelle’s ears. She stretched out, enjoying the adoration.

I wondered what Andre was doing now. Likely wrapping up a busy day with his customer.

My mind flitted to Tristan. He’d had a pile of paperwork he wanted to get done before he flew out to Berlin for the week.

It was crazy how my thoughts were so equally divided between the two. Not just my thoughts but my lust for them, my need for them. My desire to be in their company, see them smile, hear their voices. The balance was so spot on. They were
both
what I needed.

Monday morning started out busy. Andre was already in the office, head down in quarterly financial reports, when I arrived. I made him a coffee, then paused at his door.

I smoothed the red skirt I was wearing and pressed my lips together. I glanced around the office, the other workers were set a fair distance away but still, could they see me hesitating? Did they know what I’d been doing with the two sexy, debonair CEO’s all weekend?

Of course they didn’t. But still … if they did.

I pulled in a deep breath and stepped in. “Morning.”

“Stella.” He looked up and smiled—a soft, gentle smile that lit up his face.

“Coffee?” I held up the cup.

“You’re an angel.”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far.” I laughed and set it on his desk.

He caught my wrist. “I’m sorry I was gone yesterday when you woke.”

“It’s okay. You had work to do.”

“Yes, but still, I would have rather been there.”

“I know.”

“Did Tristan look after you?”

“Of course.”

He tapped his bottom lip with his index finger and studied me for a moment, then, “Good, I’m glad. That was always the plan.”

I swallowed and touched the strawberry shaped pendent I’d put on that morning. Tristan and I had had fun, but what would we have gotten up to if Andre had been there too?

Andre took a sip of coffee. “Oh this is just what I need. I’m going to be at this all day, it’s just so damn complicated.”

“Anything I can do to help?” Not that I didn’t have enough to be getting on with. My to-do list was spread over two pages.

“No, not at the moment. Well, this helps.” He had another drink of coffee. “It will keep me awake, it’s not the most exciting of jobs.”

“Well, shout if I can do anything to make it more bearable.”

He glanced at the door. “Don’t tempt me.” He winked.

“Mr. Bramon, I have no idea what you’re suggesting.” I feigned horror and pressed my hand to my chest.

He chuckled. “Get out of here before I make you pay for being a tease, and we both know that would be highly inappropriate in the office.”

I smiled then walked from the room, the heat of his gaze hot on my ass. Working at Wainwright and Bramon was fun and the best thing that had happened to me in a very long time. There was no way I could deny that.

The day passed in a whirlwind of activity. When seven-thirty came, Andre was still hard at the same task.

“Are you going to call it a day?” I asked after I’d shut down my laptop.

“Not yet.” He sighed and glanced at his watch. “I’ve got a few more hours on this.”

“Can’t it wait until morning?”

“No, I’ve got a meeting first thing and finances need it done by lunchtime so they can get the tax reports processed on time.”

I frowned. It really shouldn’t have been left so last minute. I made a note to myself to make sure that wasn’t the case next time the task came around.

He stood, and after rolling his shoulders, walked up to me. “Has everyone gone home?”

“Jenny is just finishing up. Apart from that, yes.”

He nodded. “And it’s time for you to go, too, you’ve had a long day.”

“Yes.” But not as long as his.

“Go get some dinner and have an early night.” He hooked his finger beneath my chin, then brushed his lips over mine. “And tomorrow evening, when we’re done here. We’ll go out, perhaps that nice Italian again. You liked it there.”

I smiled. “I did, and that sounds like a lovely plan.”

“Stella, have you got the … oh.”

Jenny appeared in the doorway.

Andre stepped back, away from me.

“Sorry,” Jenny said. “I … er … just wanted to know if Jenny had the Gent file. I’ve got some work to do on it tomorrow.”

“Yes.” I straightened my shoulders. “I’ll get it for you.” She hadn’t seen anything other than us standing close, and so what. We were an item. We were having a fabulous romance, a sexy time together…

But he was my boss.

And I was also having that same fun with Tristan.

Fuck.

I nodded at Andre. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

He sat back down and shuffled his papers, didn’t catch my eye. “Yep. Goodnight.”

I headed out of the office and reached into my filing cabinet.

“Are you and Andre … you know?” Jenny asked.

I paused and looked at her. “He’s a nice guy.”

“The best,” she said. “Everyone around here adores him. So … are you?”

“We’re getting on well.” I shrugged, going for nonchalance. “But boss, secretary relationships are always complicated.”

“You don’t need to tell me about complicated relationships,” Jenny rolled her eyes.

“Still having trouble with your boyfriend?”

“Not so much trouble as just … bored of the whole thing, the drama of it. I’d like someone who enjoys the quiet life, you know, less of the mood swings.”

“Yes, that does sound hard to cope with.”

“But I’m sure it will work out. Billy will calm down when this next fight is over.”

“Fight?”

“Yeah, you know, at the boxing club he runs. It stresses him out.” She gave a little shudder. “He’s not fun when he’s stressed.”

I put my hand on her arm. “Have you ever thought about leaving him?” I winced at my own words. It was beyond the boundaries of our friendship.

Jenny didn’t appear to think so. “Yeah, I have a couple of times. He always tracks me down, gets me with his puppy dog eyes.” She huffed. “Pathetic really. I guess I love him.”

“Love is never pathetic.” I smiled. “But if ever I can help, just say.”

“Well, we did mention a shopping trip.” She rubbed her hands together. “Are you still up for that?”

“Yes. Can’t wait. Shopping is a very serious hobby of mine.” Especially now I had a wage coming in again.

She grinned and took the file I offered forward. “Maybe at the weekend.”

“Yeah, sure.”

She wandered off. I was pleased she hadn’t asked more about Andre and me, but she seemed so wrapped up in her own romantic strife that mine was of little interest to her.

I glanced at Andre’s office door again and decided to leave him to it. He had enough on his plate without me disturbing him again.

The next morning was particularly windy and a gray drizzle hung in the air. By the time I reached the office, my hairstyle—an elaborate up-do—was in pieces. I had to go into the bathroom and redo the whole thing.

I’d decided to wear trousers as the weather had turned, and matched pale blue slacks with a peachy colored blouse that had pretty billowing sleeves. Over it I’d added a soft-grey woolen waistcoat that hung down over my ass and stopped me being conscious of it in the light pants.

Once I’d reconstructed my hair, I set to work. Andre’s office was in darkness, as was Tristan’s. It was strange to have neither of them around.

My morning flew by in a bluster of coffee, phone calls and emails. There was also a pile of proof reading Tristan had asked me to do. I was glad he was entrusting me with such tasks.

Just after twelve, I braved the outdoors and hit a Subway a few doors down from the office. I bought myself a salad and picked up a pastrami and chili sub for Andre, knowing those would be his flavors.

I smiled as I rode the elevator back up to the office, enjoying the fact that I had a man to collect lunch for.

I had a sudden pang for Tristan. I wondered what he’d be doing in Berlin. What he’d be eating for lunch. Nothing spicy that was for sure, that wasn’t his thing so he’d said.

I sighed. Only another few days and he’d be back. As well as a bit of shopping with Jenny at the weekend, I was hoping to spend time with one or both of my new men. Not the entire weekend of course, but certainly some of it.

Lullabelle needed me too.

Andre’s office was lit up when I returned to my desk. He’d arrived back while I’d been out.

I set my salad on the desk then patted my hair, hoping the wind hadn’t wrecked it for the second time that day. No, all seemed to be in order.

With a smile, I wandered in. Andre was just hanging his jacket up.

“Hi.”

He turned. “Stella. How has the morning been?”

“Busy. I suspect yours has been, too.” I held up the sub. “I got you lunch.”

He pressed his hand over his stomach, flattening his white shirt to his lean torso.

A ripple of desire went through me, just at that simple action.

“You’re a star,” he said. “I’m famished.”

“Good.” I put the sub on the table.

“Yesterday?” he said, glancing at the door. “Was Jenny okay?”

“Yes, fine. Well, fine as she can be with a beef head boyfriend.”

“Did she see me kiss you?”