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The only sound in the room is the elevator doors closing on the wicked little smile that graced Jayne’s lips as she left us for the weekend.
Lucas and I have played it shockingly safe this week. Assigning projects, holding meetings, and checking in was the extent of our interactions with our enthusiastic new hire. We’ve been slowly working our way up to a more personal and relaxed relationship with Jayne, and it looks like she is beginning to feel more comfortable around us.
But the more comfortable she becomes, the more uncomfortable we become. As far as Jayne is concerned, there is nothing suspicious about us. We are just two personable guys who like to joke around. She’s slowly crept out of her shell this week, and her last comment, although still quite tame, is the best yet.
Her innocence is intoxicating to me, and I can tell it is almost crippling Lucas. I look over at him, and he’s still staring at the elevator doors with a detached look on his face.
I can only imagine what he’s trying to picture.
“Remind me again why I can’t restrain her across my desk and-”
“Because.” I cut Lucas off before he gets that image burned into my brain all weekend. “It would end everything. You know that. I’ve never seen anyone as trusting as her, and I know you don’t want to tear through that and throw it away. Besides, she didn’t say much about Evelyn.” I pick up the shell she was holding and trace my fingers along the ridges before placing it back down on the desk.
“But she did tell us more about herself,” Lucas says, and now I think he’s trying to taunt me. “Let’s see, she used to have a dog, her dad is dead, she likes seashells, and she has girlfriends. I’m good, Declan. Let’s fuck
her.”
I look over at his sneer, and now I know he is goading me.
He’s been uncharacteristically reserved this week, and the few times I’ve caught him eyeing Jayne, I could tell that there is something there.
The last five days have brought out something neither of us have experienced before: the thrill of the hunt and the anticipation of what comes next.
In the past, whether we’ve fucked women on our own or shared them, it was always about instant gratification. There was no waiting, watching, learning. We reduced ourselves to our basic desires and took what was right in front of us. Finding women to give us what we want quickly and without effort has never been difficult.
But Jayne is a challenge. I don’t imagine we’d find her at the bars with her ass hanging out of her skirt and a top that keeps nothing hidden.
She’s a walking plot twist. She’s kind, but she’s related to Evelyn, and she’s innocent, yet she brings out dark thoughts in the both of us.
I know we’ve been watching Jayne because we don’t trust her mother, but I’m not so sure we would handle her any differently if she wasn’t Evelyn’s daughter.
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Chapter 9
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There’s something about her that makes the muscles in my face lift into an involuntary smile when I think about walking over to talk to her. There’s something about the way she looks at us with a natural authenticity that makes me want to lure her in, make her ours and never let her go. And there’s something about her vanilla–mint scent that makes me fantasize about burying my face in her neck as I pound into her.
And with my last thought, I look to Lucas and suggest our next step. “I have a better idea. It’s been a while since we’ve shown our appreciation for our employees,” I start.
“You mean Janice,” he answers without thinking.
“I mean Janice–and now Jayne, too,” I say, trying to pull Lucas into my way of thinking. He’s so strung out on her right now he’s no longer processing complex thoughts. Lucas takes a moment. Then he breathes in a deep breath in eventual understanding, and I continue. “I think we should take our team out for dinner and drinks next Friday evening. We are overdue, aren’t we?”
Lucas suddenly looks like a kid on Christmas morning who’s plotting which present he is going to open first. As much as he wants to get Jayne into our clutches, the foreplay that is our pursuit is consuming him whole, and he has surrendered himself to it like a junkie.
“Yes. We are.” His voice is calculating. “I’ll make the reservations and send the emails out before we leave tonight.” He pauses for a moment and looks back toward the elevator, as if he’s just remembered something.
“What’s on your mind?” I ask, hoping his answer won’t plague my thoughts over the weekend.
“Naked pillow fights.”
