Sexting My Daddies (Forbidden Reverse Harem Fantasies)

Chapter 1

HARPER

Well, I mean, I’d known from the minute I saw the job opening at Elevate that it was the kind of job I’d kill for.

Thankfully, it hadn’t come down to that.

“Harper?”

My heart shot into my throat at the sultry sound of Dante’s voice. I did my best to compose myself, but the CEO of Elevate made it damned difficult.

Even after seeing him almost every day for the past month, his dark hair, olive skin, and piercing blue eyes stole my breath. Add in the broad shoulders beneath a navy suit tailored to fit his delicious physique and I was a goner.

Like melt-into-the-floor-in-a-puddle gone. He never raised his voice but managed to command a room, and the entire business, with his quiet authority.

I stood and made my way across the thick gray carpet. My business slacks made soft swishing sounds that put heat in my cheeks as my thighs rubbed together.

Dante was waiting for me outside of his office, motioning for me to go ahead of him as he closed the door. “Please, have a seat.”’

So polite. So controlled. I did as he ordered, because even with the “please” Dante never made anything a request.

Dante rounded the wide black desk but remained standing, turning what I’d thought was going to be an informal conversation into a powerplay. “You’ve been with us for a month now. Tell me. How do you like the job?”

“It’s incredible.” I saw no reason to feign enthusiasm when it came so naturally. I sat forward, lacing my hands together on my knees. “I’m so grateful to have the opportunity to work here. I know you only hired me because of Dad.” My throat seized.

A tiny muscle popped in Dante’s jaw.

I willed my tears back. I wouldn’t have had a prayer of landing this job without Dad.

As a recent college graduate, I lacked the experience—even if I technically had the qualifications—to have been hired. Dad had been friends with Dante in college.

That relationship and Dad’s recent passing made Dante and the others feel sorry enough for me to give me a chance.

The door opened and Alexander and Julian strolled in.

Damn it. My pulse couldn’t take the additional gorgeousness of all three men together. Julian flashed me a smile that bordered on sinful flirtation. “Hello, Harper. A little birdie told me it’s your one-month workiversary. How you holding up?”

“Good.” My voice squeaked, and I nearly collapsed when Julian’s smile widened. His brown eyes danced with absolute chaos and glee as he took a step toward me.

Dark blond hair fell over his forehead in a styled wave, and I suddenly understood why the movies made a big deal when the woman brushed hair back from a man’s face.

Alexander stood behind Julian, his intense gray eyes narrowed and completely focused.

Silver hair sparkled amid the dark black strands, giving him an older and distinguished air that reminded me he might as well have a bulletproof wall around him. No one got close to Alexander. Ever.

Julian stepped aside, and Alexander strode behind the desk to stand beside Dante. He slid a look around the room before that heavy gaze landed on me. “I took the liberty of going over your reports. You’ve done good work, Harper.”

The praise slid beneath my skin and heated my core.

A smile threatened, but I didn’t dare let it show them how much I cared.

“I feel I should apologize again for calling you out of the blue and asking for this job. I’m not normally so forward.

” I tried my best to sound as formal and authoritative as possible, hoping to impress them or at least not sound like a complete idiot.

“We were thrilled to hear from you, though devastated to learn of Peter’s passing.” Dante took the lead when Alexander eased his hands into his pockets and remained mute. “You’ve proven that you can handle the job and we merely wanted to check that you were settling in.”

“Oh, definitely.” I stood before I had a chance to second-guess why I needed to and held out a hand toward them in a fluttering wave. “You’ve all been so welcoming. All the staff are great. I’m excited to see what the next quarter brings.”

“So are we.” Julian’s eyes crinkled when he brought out that devastating smile.

A slow silence built, and the tension in my middle spiraled into something hot and tight.

I’d never met these men until my first day on the job.

Hearing Dad tell stories about them in college didn’t compare to seeing them in real life.

If sinfully handsome was in the dictionary, these three would be the reason. “Well. I suppose I should head out. Are you almost finished for the day?” Genuine curiosity pushed the question out, along with a sudden need to keep the conversation going so I could stay longer and bask in their glory.

“Not quite.” Alexander’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Business never ends for men like us.”

“Right. Right.” I took a step back, my heart drumming so hard in my throat they could probably see my pulse from across the room.

Julian’s gaze swept over me, lingering in a delicious way that curled my hands into fists.

He caught the movement and a tiny smirk lifted one side of his mouth.

“You’re young yet, Harper. You should go out.

Enjoy time with your friends. Have some fun for us since we’ll be stuck here most of the night. ”

Maybe I’d lost my mind, but there seemed to be a suggestive flare to his words. Add in the way he looked at me and…no.

I shook the thought away. Men like them were never interested in a woman like me.

Too many curves rounded my body into a plump shape that caused most men to never give me a second glance once they looked beneath my jawline.

I might have luscious honey-brown hair that fell in gorgeous waves down my back and blue eyes that Dad always said were the most expressive he’d ever seen. I might be intelligent and hardworking, but men took one look at my body and decided I wasn’t good enough.

“Close the door on your way out.” Alexander remained motionless, but his voice carried enough weight to send me turning away with a nod.

I’d been dismissed, and I had no intention of embarrassing myself by sticking around. I hurried through the door, closing it softly behind me, and rushed down the long hallway to the receptionist’s desk near the elevator.

Bethany stared at me wide-eyed. “Harper, what happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Wavy blonde hair framed Bethany’s classically beautiful face. She glanced past me, toward Dante’s office. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” I waved off her concern. “I might not ever get used to talking to them. They’re so intimidating.”

“Oh, Dante’s not so bad.” A red flush crept up her neck, but instead of turning her skin blotchy and ugly, it accentuated her button nose and full lips. She fluttered a hand through her hair. “Are they coming out tonight?”

“No. They’re working late.” I regained my composure and straightened my suit jacket over my full hips.

Bethany watched me without any kind of judgment. Despite being thin and beautiful, she was one of the nicest people I’d met since coming to work here. Sheesh. I really needed to work on my judgmental attitude. Not every beautiful woman was a bitch.

It was just my unfortunate experience to have met more than my fair share of the ones who were.

Bethany stood and picked up her purse from the edge of the desk. “I might as well head home too.” She walked with me toward the elevator. “Are you coming to the Valentine’s gala this weekend?”

“I’m still deciding.” I made a face that caused Bethany to grin. “Everyone tells me it’s the best event of the year.”

“It is. It’s the one party where everyone shows up. Even Alexander, I mean, Mr. Frost, is there. He never talks to anyone, but all three of them make an appearance.”

The thought of dressing up in a fancy gown and dancing in front of everyone was equal parts thrilling and horrifying.

I’d never been to a dance where I hadn’t ended up humiliated in some way. Either no one wanted to dance with me, or I was so uncomfortable in my own skin that I never left the bathroom.

I’d hoped to have a date for Valentine’s, especially if I attended the gala, but my online crush remained annoyingly silent.

Hell, maybe I should go to the gala solo. It might be fun.

Bethany and I parted ways in the lobby, each of us waving and calling out goodnight.

Lila waited for me outside, all giddy excitement and energy. City lights sparkled in her dirty blonde hair, beach waves curled to perfection.

She chatted with the valet, who looked at her with hearts in his eyes as Lila patted his shoulder and backed away. She threw her arms around me, her warm brown eyes finding mine. “Girl, are you ready for this?”

“No?” I crinkled my nose in a way that I knew annoyed her and laughed when she pouted. “Where are we going?”

“I found this great bar. You’ll love it.” Lila led me to her car, gushing the entire way about the place she’d found.

An hour later, we sat in a decadent booth with glasses of wine and a charcuterie board of cheese, crackers, and grapes between us.

I scrolled through the dating app and took a long drink of wine. I’d already finished two glasses, and a delightfully fuzzy feeling took away the self-consciousness that dogged me every damned day.

“Send it.” Lila popped a grape in her mouth and puckered her lips. “Send the picture, Harper, or I’ll send it for you.”

I eyed my phone where I’d set it face down on the table after showing Lila the welcome message Dante, Julian, and Alexander sent me.

The private group chat was one of the perks at Elevate.

I hadn’t had the nerve to text back anything other than thank you, but I couldn’t resist letting Lila read the message.

I picked up my phone, unlocked the screen, then set it in my lap. I finished the wine and took a slice of cheese and a cracker. “I don’t want to look desperate.”

“Damn it, Harper.” Lila pointed a finger at me.

Her eyes danced as she tried to focus. “I’m telling you, send the picture.

Send the text. It’s not desperate, it’s called being proactive.

Be bold. Fearless. Take life by the balls and go for a ride.

It’s a dating site. What’s the worst that could happen? ”

“Oh, I don’t know. He could laugh at me.” I’d rather get ghosted again, which had happened more times than I cared to remember.

Lila’s enthusiasm waned, and she let out a slow exhale.

“You’re giving one guy too much credit. Invite him to make your Valentine’s night special.

If he says no, then you move on. But don’t you dare let anyone make you feel less than.

You’re a beautiful woman. You’re smart and funny, and you deserve the absolute best.” A dagger sharp smile appeared.

“And if he’s an asshole, I’ll take extreme pleasure in ripping off his balls. ”

“Ew.” I rolled my eyes at her dramatics, but her fierce loyalty had the desired effect of boosting my confidence. I unlocked my phone again. “What should I say?”

“Here, let me type it.” Lila held out her hand.

I sat back and lifted the glass to my lips, letting Lila do her thing. She squinted at the screen. “There. All you have to do is hit send.” She passed me the phone and grinned while working through her side of the cheese.

She’d attached a picture of me that I’d taken last week.

It wasn’t risqué by any means, but it was far more revealing than anything I’d ever done.

I’d sat on the edge of the bed in my prettiest lingerie and leaned forward with my elbow on my knee and my chin in my hand.

I stared past the camera, my lips slightly parted. It showed almost nothing of my body except my face, arms, legs, and a bit of cleavage, but even I had to admit the look on my face was sexy as hell.

I’d been thinking about Dante when I took the picture. Heat crept up the back of my neck as I read Lila’s message. The “down to fuck” vibe came through without being explicit. Teasing but not demanding.

In other words, perfect for Lila. Would it work for me? Lila refilled my wine and nudged my hand. “Send. It.”

I closed my eyes and tapped the screen. When I opened them again, the names at the top of the screen swam in and out of focus.

The wine I’d consumed lurched into a nauseating whirl. “Oh, shit.”

“What? Did he say yes already? I knew he would. That is a badass picture. I mean, if I was bi, I’d totally do you based on that pic.” Lila leaned across the table, her mouth scrunching when I let out a rasping half-sob.

I swallowed the rush of bile. “That was the wrong text thread. I sent it to my bosses.”