Chapter Seven
HOLLY
The events of Friday night have been playing on a loop non-stop in my head over the weekend.
I’m fucking terrified to head into the office and see my boss.
Would he know? Did I clean up enough? One of the glass paperweights on Nick’s desk was destroyed when one of the guys swiped everything off it.
I don’t know if it held any meaning to him or not and if he notices it missing… what the fuck am I going to say?
I’m so sorry, Mr. Snow. It was broken during my sexcapade with masked men who fucked me like a cheap whore on your desk.
The ride up to the office in the elevator is agony.
I'm dreading the doors opening and seeing my stuff in a box on the top of the reception desk, signaling that I’m fired and he knows what I did.
When the doors open, I nearly drop to my knees in gratitude when I don’t see a box on Sharon’s desk.
I tentatively step out, only to pause a second later when my phone begins to vibrate in my hand.
I look down and grit my teeth at the sight of Chester’s name.
I hit ignore. Who the fuck calls the person they broke up with nonstop and constantly texts them?
My stupid ass ex, that’s who. I wave hello to Sharon and a few others as I make my way to the back toward Nick’s office.
My palms are clammy and my breathing is choppy.
I keep my head down the entire way and when I step into his office, I jerk my head up at the sound of voices.
My eyes widen at the sight before me. The office is…
revamped. Everything has changed. Not only has my desk been moved, but two others are now in here and they are occupied by…
wait. One of the guys looks exactly like my boss except I can see tattoos covering his neck and hands.
I look at the guy seated in the middle desk who has his phone pressed to his ear and his gaze focused on the screen in front of him.
He looks nothing like Nick and I sigh with gratitude, but he is fucking hot as sin.
“Miss Noelle.” I snap my head to the right and lock eyes with my boss.
Jesus, I need to get myself under control.
Friday night was one for the books, but the memory of Nick making himself at home between my legs burns like a still shot in my mind's eye. Nick Snow is sinfully beautiful—he’s a bad boy wrapped in an Armani suit.
“Y-yes, Sir?” I clear my throat and try not to cringe at the high-pitched sound of my voice.
He rises to his feet and buttons his suit jacket before rounding his large desk, the very same desk I came on more times than I care to count.
Nick doesn’t stop until he is standing directly in front of me, forcing me to crane my neck back in order to maintain eye contact with him.
“As you can see I’ve made some changes.” I nod like an idiot. “Allow me to introduce you to your new bosses.”
My brows hit my hairline. “Are you leaving?” I shout, then cringe and smile sheepishly up at him.
He shakes his head. “No,” is all he says, then turns on his side to allow me to see the other two men who are now staring right at me.
He points to the guy who was just on the phone.
“Saint North, meet Holly.” Saint grins wickedly and those fucking dimples have me weak in the knees and the intense look in his green eyes has me biting the inside of my cheek.
I can already tell Saint is trouble and if I don’t watch myself, it won’t just be my boss I am envisioning fucking each day.
Nick points to the guy on the end who is a spitting image of himself. “Chris, meet Holly.”
Chris smiles wide and winks. I fight not to groan, the man is fucking lethal just to look at. My panties won’t last the day at this rate. “Nice to meet you, darlin’,” he drawls.
“Uh, you same too,” I screech. “I mean, same to you!” I feel my shame coat my cheeks and wish the ground would open up and swallow me fucking whole! The three of them laugh at my expense which only serves to heighten my shame, so I drop my gaze to the floor.
Nick grips my chin and forces my head up to meet his burning gaze. The dominant look in his blue eyes has my pussy quivering and knees weak. “It appears my twin has you all tongue tied.” His tone has an edge and is almost suggestive but I refuse to let my mind wander down that track.
I peer over at Chris from the corner of my eye to find him grinning at us. I fucking knew they were too similar in looks not to be related. I clear my throat and manage to gather myself before stepping out of Nick’s grasp and forcing a small smile to my face.
“Lovely to meet you both, if you need anything, let me know.” I head to my desk and do my damndest not to look over at the three of them. I thought working alone with Nick was bad, but having all three of these gods in the same confined space with me daily is going to be fucking torture.
For three days I have been working until close to ten at night.
Nick, Saint and Chris have stayed behind with me.
I’ve been attending meetings with them and taking notes, and scouring over the paperwork for this merger they have coming up.
From what I can tell, this merger is the biggest deal they will ever make in their careers and it’s really weighing on them.
Nick and I get along great, he’s been nothing but good to me since he hired me and I worried that our dynamic would change when Saint and Chris joined us, but I was wrong.
The two of them are amazing. I hate to admit it but I was fucking bummed when I found out they were dating each other.
My dreams of having my very own harem were obliterated, but it hasn’t stopped me going home every night and rubbing my clit to dreams of the three of them fucking me.
I would give anything for my masked men to come back and take another turn on me just to relieve me of this ache. No matter how many times I make myself come, I’m just never satisfied.
“Holly?” I look up from my computer.
“Yeah, Saint?”
I fucking swoon when he smiles, the guy is fucking heroin to my pussy, the dirty bitch is wet twenty-four-seven. “We have to head out now. When you get done with those charts, head home.” I nod my head and smile my thanks.
“There will be a car waiting for you to take you home.” I shake my head but Chris raises a hand, silencing my argument.
“No walking for you tonight. Head down to the garage and our driver will be waiting.” The three of them stalk out of the office without allowing me to say another word.
The bad bitch inside me wants to riot and tell them I can get my own ass home, but then the girly girl inside me swoons at how thoughtful they are.
My pussy pulses with need. I glare down at her and narrow my eyes. “We are not going to fuck our bosses, ever. We’re destined for mediocre cock and constantly getting ourselves off until our friends from Friday appear again,” I scold.
Santa, if your listening to my prayers, please send me back those masked look-alikes, because ya girl needs to get fucked!