Chapter 180
Surprise Day
Amelie
I sigh as I stare at yet another email from Kalen. For some unknown reason he’s struggling to pick a ‘holiday’ to celebrate this month and seems to think I’m going to help him with it.
Like I don’t have actual work to be doing.
Nearly all of his ideas have been food and/or nudity based, and I don’t think anyone would appreciate combining creative ice cream flavours day with chicken wing day. I mean, I’m a firm lover of both, but chicken flavoured ice cream? Hard pass.
His latest suggestion – to combine all of the events on July 14th into one big fun day – I immediately vetoe. ‘Pandemonium Day’ was enough to put me off before he suggested somehow amalgamating shark appreciation day, mac and cheese day, and national nude day all together.
How have we not been sued yet?
Oh yeah, the best lawyers in the world are constantly on retainer.
I shoot a quick response to Kalen – that it’s a definite no and that also re-enacting Bastille day while getting Bastille, the band, to come play for us is not an option – and hit send.
Then I groan and lay my head down on the desk, fighting off a headache.
I need a holiday. Or a day off. Or at the very least, I need to get laid.
It’s been…I quickly do a mental count…eight days…which is some kind of record for me. Disgusting. Especially with four boyfriends to satisfy, but things at work have been insane lately.
Which reminds me, I need to check in on Elsie soon.
I message Adrianne to put it in my calendar.
At this rate, I’m going to have to schedule bathroom breaks and food stops too.
My email pings and I only look up because it might actually be important. And then I groan again when I see it’s a reply from Kalen.
Nonetheless, I click it.
Boo. You’re no fun! *pouts*
What about these then? They’re my back up ideas. If you say no to these, I’ve got nothing and you’ve officially broken me.
You still owe me after being in on the c-l-o-w-n shit last month.
Disobedience day – paddles and whips and punishments for every minor infraction
Bikini day – for guys and girls! You have to make sure Baxter’s in the office for this one. He’d look sexy AF in a 50s style pin-up two piece
Kissing day – bit boring but I know a guy who can import 10 tonnes of mistletoe. Do you think that will be enough?
Body painting day – I think this one could be fun
World population day – everyone at the office does their bit to repopulate
Women’s dive day – love me some muff diving
Ratcatcher’s day – I know you said no livestock at work but…
Tequila day – I’ll bring the limes!
Take your pants for a walk day – seems self explanatory to me
Tiger day – please please please vote for this one! Fulfil my tiger king fantasies please!!!!!!!
I shake my head. He has to be fucking kidding me. None of these ideas are viable. Hell, half of them aren’t even sane.
Feeling a headache coming on – the type that only Kalen can cause – I close down my emails and bring up my schedule for the day instead.
It’s blank.
Frowning, I buzz for Adrianne to come in.
“Yes, boss?” She asks, opening the door that pretty much connects our offices with an expectant smile.
Doesn’t matter how many times I’ve asked and outright told her not to call me that, she still does it from time to time. Mostly to annoy me I think.
“There’s something wrong with the diary system. I think it’s gone down.”
“Shit. I’ll call tech support. Let me check mine.”
She pulls her phone out of her pocket and taps away on the screen before frowning.
“That’s odd.”
“What is?” I ask.
“My app seems fine. What’s wrong with yours?”
“I just went to check my schedule for today and it’s gone. Everything’s been deleted. Wiped out. I’m stressed because I know I had several back to back meetings today but I can’t remember what order they were in.”
Adrianne laughs, looking relieved.
“Oh! No, there’s nothing wrong with the diary. The guys had me clear your schedule.”
“What? Why?”
She shrugs. “I’m just a grunt. I don’t ask questions.”
I snort. She’s not just anything. And she asks more questions than anyone I know – maybe even more than Kalen. There’s no way she’d blindly follow my men’s orders without squeezing information from them.
Still, it’s not like I can be mad at her. They can be very persuasive when they want to be.
“You’re all up to something,” I say, narrowing my eyes accusingly.
She gives me a pantomime innocent look which no one in their right mind would buy for even a second and shakes her head.
“No idea what’s going on, boss.” I glare at her but it does nothing. “But if I were you, I’d get in the car that’s collecting you at twelve.”
Grumbling under my breath, I dismiss her.
With several hours to spare and no meetings to fill my time, I turn to the enormous stack of paperwork that’s been piling up on the table beside my desk. I hate doing paperwork. It’s the one thing I wish I could hand off to someone else, but Sawyer and the board insist it has to be done by me.
Usually I can put it off, claiming to be too busy. Today, I have no such excuse.
Whatever those boys have planned for me had better be good, because by the time lunch rolls around, I know I’m going to be in a foul mood.
At twelve sharp, the limo pulls up outside the office building, and I reluctantly gather my things. Adrianne hovers by the door, wearing that annoyingly smug expression of someone who knows more than they’re letting on. I shoot her a glare as I pass, but she just winks back at me.
I should fire her ass.
I would if I could live without her.
The chauffeur holds the door open, and I slide into the plush leather seat, the scent of a new car mingling with the faint aroma of fresh flowers – even though I don’t see any.
I glance out the tinted window as the cityscape gives way to rolling green hills and winding country lanes. Kalen’s idea of whisking me away to the countryside isn’t exactly unwelcome, but it’s far from solving the chaos of my day.
The journey stretches on, and my mind flits back to the pile of paperwork left behind on my desk. Normally, I’d relish any excuse to escape the monotony of office life, but today’s abrupt schedule change has left me unsettled.
What are they up to, and why the secrecy?
Finally, the limo stops at a secluded spot overlooking a serene lake bordered by ancient oak trees.
A blanket is laid out under a marquee, laden with an assortment of ice cream tubs, sweet treats, and chilled beverages.
Kalen emerges from behind a tree, grinning like he’s just unveiled a masterpiece.
“Surprise!” he exclaims, spreading his arms wide.
I step out of the car, trying not to let my guard down. “What’s all this?” I ask, though the spread of goodies is tempting.
He waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “A little treat to cheer you up. You looked like you needed a break.”
“And my schedule?” I press, folding my arms.
He chuckles. “Consider it a mystery for now.”
I sigh, deciding to indulge in a scoop of ice cream. “You could have given me a heads-up, you know. I was knee-deep in paperwork.”
“Which is exactly why I intervened,” he counters smoothly, handing me a cone. “You need this.”
I take it begrudgingly, knowing he won’t spill any more details until he’s good and ready.
As we settle onto the blanket, the afternoon sun warm on my face, I can’t help but relax a fraction. Maybe an impromptu picnic isn’t the worst idea after all.
“So,” Kalen begins, digging into a tub of double-chocolate fudge, “any thoughts on my latest ideas?”
I groan inwardly, recalling his ridiculous list. “You know full well most of those are out of the question.”
He pouts theatrically. “Not even Tequila Day?”
I shake my head. “Absolutely not.”
He grins, undeterred. “What about Tiger Day?”
I raise an eyebrow. “You’re obsessed with tigers.”
“It’s a worthy cause,” he insists with mock seriousness. “Think about the costumes.”
I shake my head, but a small smile tugs at my lips despite myself. Kalen has a knack for turning even the most mundane moments into something memorable, albeit eccentric.
As we chat and nibble on treats, the tension from earlier begins to melt away. Perhaps there’s something to be said for these spontaneous escapes from the daily grind, orchestrated madness of Kalen included.
By the time we’re finishing off the last of the ice cream, I realise with a hint of surprise that I’m actually grateful for the interruption. Maybe Kalen’s antics aren’t always so bad.
His heart is almost always in the right place anyway.
This has been lovely, but he’s kind of gone to a lot of trouble just for us to have an ice cream. Plus, we could have done that at the nice little Italian gelato store that’s just down the road from HQ.
I give Kalen a pointed look. “You’re really going all out for this, huh?” I comment, tilting my head in amusement.
He shrugs nonchalantly, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Just trying to sweeten the deal, boss.”
I tut at him, but I can’t deny the playful spark between us that always seems to simmer just below the surface.
He reaches for a tub of whipped cream and drizzles it over his ice cream, adding sprinkles and sauce and a flake.
I grimace. His teeth will rot, but worse, I’ll have to deal with his sugar high.
Kalen leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “You know, they say ice cream is best served…intimately.”
I arch an eyebrow at him, a mix of amusement and intrigue dancing in my eyes. “Is that so?”
He nods, his gaze unwavering as he offers me a spoonful of ice cream coated in whipped cream. “Care to indulge in a different kind of sweetness?”
I can’t help but chuckle at his audacity, but there’s no denying the magnetic pull between us. With a playful smile, I lean in to accept the spoonful of ice cream, savouring the cool sweetness on my tongue as our eyes lock in a silent agreement.
Maybe this impromptu picnic wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
Kalen leans in and kisses me, his tongue chasing the dregs of the ice cream he just fed me with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. The world around us fades away as the kiss deepens. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and he groans into my mouth.
As we break apart, breathless and flushed, Kalen rests his forehead against mine, leaving me with a fierce longing for more.
Leaning in, I capture his lips in another searing kiss, savoring the taste of ice cream and desire that lingers between us. The paperwork and chaos of the office feel like a distant memory as we lose ourselves in each other’s embrace, the lake shimmering serenely in the background.
Maybe Kalen’s antics aren’t so ridiculous after all. Maybe they’re exactly what I needed.
Without breaking our kiss, Kalen gently guides me onto my back, his hands skimming over my curves. His touch ignites a fire within me and I respond eagerly, my body arching towards his, silently begging for more.
Kalen’s hands trail down my body, removing every scrap of clothing I’m wearing, and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. When I’m completely naked before him he sits up and grins down at me, wicked intent in his sparkling mischievous eyes.
“Kalen—” I warn.
“Shhh, I gave you your ice cream, now I want to enjoy mine.”
“What are you—” My question is cut off by my gasp of surprise when Kalen scoops up the rest of his ice cream and drops it onto my pussy. “Holy shit that’s cold!”
“Allow me to warm you up.” He grins and lowers his head between my legs.
As I rest on my elbows and watch him teasingly lick the ice cream off of me, my body trembles with desire. He slowly works it into my folds, and a wave of pleasure builds up inside me. My moans fill the air, barely muffled by the sound of the lake.
When Kalen crawls back up my body and kisses me, the taste of the ice cream mixed with the taste of my arousal is intoxicating.
Slowly Kalen kisses his way back down my body and when he reaches the apex of my thighs, I can’t help but reach down, guiding his head closer as he continues to lap away at me.
My hands grip the back of his head, pulling him into me as the heat of the moment envelopes me, turning me into a wanton creature begging for more of his attention.
Kalen groans, obviously enjoying the sensation as much as I am. He licks faster, his tongue growing rough as it devours every last bit of the cold treat. My hips move in time with his motions, desperate to feel the warmth of his mouth against my sensitive skin.
Finally, I can’t take it any longer. “Please, Kalen,” I plead, my voice broken with desire and need. “It’s time. I need you inside me.”
“Did you know…” He pulls away, wiping his mouth with a devilish grin. “Today is national kissing day? So I’m afraid to tell you, sis, that kisses down under are the only thing on the menu for you today.”
“What?! That’s not fair!” I cry.
Again, he grins at me and I wonder if I can get away with punching him.
“Just wait until the end of the month,” he replies cryptically, lowering his head back between my thighs.
“Why?” I ask, nervous. “What happens at the end of the month?”
“We’ve all got the day off.”
“Kalen—” I warn. We’ve been over this so many times. We can’t afford to take time off at the moment. Especially not all of us in one go.
“Shush, it’s all taken care of.”
“Why are we all having a day off?” I demand.
This time his grin is so salacious, so devilish, that my breath catches.
“Because July 31st is International Orgasm Day. You’re welcome. Now, let me get back to kissing.”