offer."
My gaze darted back and forth as the two men conversed. The nice words they said sounded fake. Sakobi even guffawed loudly—the kind of obnoxious, fake, business laughter.
Wesley frowned. "I'm not happy with this."
"Deal with it, son," his father replied. "You twins were gracious hosts. Which reminds me, last night's party was phenomenal. I enjoyed it immensely."
"I enjoyed it, too," I murmured, absentmindedly, while remembering how I made a grown man cry.
Unfortunately, in our soundproof meeting room, sound echoed. My murmur was too loud. They all heard me. The room fell silent. A mere secretary shouldn't raise her voice like that. Wesley turned his head to me and scowled.
It was Sakobi who broke the awkward silence. "Well, I'm glad you did, Miss..."
"Miss Fontaine," I added.
"Ah, Fontaine. Good name. We should get going. The drivers have been waiting for a long time. Thank you again, Crawfords."
Ryan bowed his head. "Our pleasure."
As they exited, Wesley had himself transfixed on me. "I want to talk to her."
Goodwill pulled his elbow. "Your mother is waiting, son."
"She's probably shopping."
"I will be angry if you don't stop your fucking whining and moping."
"Screw you, dad. I don't care about whatever the hell—"
"WESLEY!"
I swallowed. Riley and Ryan were shocked, too. I hadn't expected Goodwill to blow up like that. His face had literally turned a reddish shade, and his fist was poised to hit someone.
Goodwill spun over and smiled at my bosses. "Sorry about that. My son tends to get out of line sometimes."
"Don't mention it," Ryan said.
"Goodbye."
The glass door shut itself after Goodwill left it hanging open.
I stroked my chin with my fingers. "Maybe that's why he ended up so wimpy."
Ryan clicked his tongue against his teeth. "Forget about him." A stray hand made its way to the insides of my skirt.
"What are you doing?" The walls were glass. "People can see us." I could see one of my colleague's heads bobbing behind one of the desks.
"Your shirt wasn't buttoned high enough during the meeting. I was getting hard looking at your chest."
I looked at his groin—he really was sporting a hard-on. "Stop, Ryan, this isn't appropriate."
"Fine." His fingers slipped away right when they brushed my bare pussy. I withheld a frustrated growl. "Come with us to our office."
I couldn't ignore their sultry, one hundred percent sexy expressions. My center soaking and getting wetter as I followed, I made my way to their office.
Riley shut the door and stalked to us.
Ryan was already pouncing on me, sweeping the stationery off the desks and positioning himself between my parted legs. "You're so damn fucking hot."
I buried my fingers into his hair and forced him down. "Shut up and kiss me."
"So damn fucking hot."
As Ryan's mouth assaulted mine, Riley trailed light kisses down my neck. It seemed quite impossible that a woman could come from just grinding and making out alone, but if anyone could make a woman do it, it was these two twins.
"I love you, Scarlet," Ryan said.
"We do," Riley added.
My breasts lifted and fell as I tried to catch a breath. "You two... you're absolutely driving me crazy."
We continued making out, until Riley suddenly stopped. The separation of his lips from the curve of my neck left it cold. I was about to ask what was the matter when he said, "Brother, what is this?"
Ryan lazily dragged his mouth away from mine. "What is what?"
"This." He reached over me and picked something up. I couldn't look at it from the position Ryan kept me in.
They were pieces of paper. Photographs, probably, judging from the faint view of colored ink I caught as Ryan faced their the back sides of the paper to me.
His brows furrowed and he stepped back, letting my legs fall limp over the desk. "No." The word was a mere whisper. Something horrible was definitely up.
I sat up and crossed my legs. "Why are the both of you freaking out? Say something."
"Something?” Riley spitted softly..
My gaze darted back and forth as the two men conversed. The nice words they said sounded fake. Sakobi even guffawed loudly—the kind of obnoxious, fake, business laughter.
Wesley frowned. "I'm not happy with this."
"Deal with it, son," his father replied. "You twins were gracious hosts. Which reminds me, last night's party was phenomenal. I enjoyed it immensely."
"I enjoyed it, too," I murmured, absentmindedly, while remembering how I made a grown man cry.
Unfortunately, in our soundproof meeting room, sound echoed. My murmur was too loud. They all heard me. The room fell silent. A mere secretary shouldn't raise her voice like that. Wesley turned his head to me and scowled.
It was Sakobi who broke the awkward silence. "Well, I'm glad you did, Miss..."
"Miss Fontaine," I added.
"Ah, Fontaine. Good name. We should get going. The drivers have been waiting for a long time. Thank you again, Crawfords."
Ryan bowed his head. "Our pleasure."
As they exited, Wesley had himself transfixed on me. "I want to talk to her."
Goodwill pulled his elbow. "Your mother is waiting, son."
"She's probably shopping."
"I will be angry if you don't stop your fucking whining and moping."
"Screw you, dad. I don't care about whatever the hell—"
"WESLEY!"
I swallowed. Riley and Ryan were shocked, too. I hadn't expected Goodwill to blow up like that. His face had literally turned a reddish shade, and his fist was poised to hit someone.
Goodwill spun over and smiled at my bosses. "Sorry about that. My son tends to get out of line sometimes."
"Don't mention it," Ryan said.
"Goodbye."
The glass door shut itself after Goodwill left it hanging open.
I stroked my chin with my fingers. "Maybe that's why he ended up so wimpy."
Ryan clicked his tongue against his teeth. "Forget about him." A stray hand made its way to the insides of my skirt.
"What are you doing?" The walls were glass. "People can see us." I could see one of my colleague's heads bobbing behind one of the desks.
"Your shirt wasn't buttoned high enough during the meeting. I was getting hard looking at your chest."
I looked at his groin—he really was sporting a hard-on. "Stop, Ryan, this isn't appropriate."
"Fine." His fingers slipped away right when they brushed my bare pussy. I withheld a frustrated growl. "Come with us to our office."
I couldn't ignore their sultry, one hundred percent sexy expressions. My center soaking and getting wetter as I followed, I made my way to their office.
Riley shut the door and stalked to us.
Ryan was already pouncing on me, sweeping the stationery off the desks and positioning himself between my parted legs. "You're so damn fucking hot."
I buried my fingers into his hair and forced him down. "Shut up and kiss me."
"So damn fucking hot."
As Ryan's mouth assaulted mine, Riley trailed light kisses down my neck. It seemed quite impossible that a woman could come from just grinding and making out alone, but if anyone could make a woman do it, it was these two twins.
"I love you, Scarlet," Ryan said.
"We do," Riley added.
My breasts lifted and fell as I tried to catch a breath. "You two... you're absolutely driving me crazy."
We continued making out, until Riley suddenly stopped. The separation of his lips from the curve of my neck left it cold. I was about to ask what was the matter when he said, "Brother, what is this?"
Ryan lazily dragged his mouth away from mine. "What is what?"
"This." He reached over me and picked something up. I couldn't look at it from the position Ryan kept me in.
They were pieces of paper. Photographs, probably, judging from the faint view of colored ink I caught as Ryan faced their the back sides of the paper to me.
His brows furrowed and he stepped back, letting my legs fall limp over the desk. "No." The word was a mere whisper. Something horrible was definitely up.
I sat up and crossed my legs. "Why are the both of you freaking out? Say something."
"Something?” Riley spitted softly..
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