Page 13 of Rolling with My Bosses

“We’ll figure it out. Just give us one shot each. If you’re not impressed or insist on continuing working here, we’ll drop it.”

“Are you serious?”

“I am, especially when it comes to my intentions with you.”

The elevator approaches our floor. She pauses, her knuckles blanching as she grips her bin. She’s poised to bolt and avoid answering my question.

Gripping her bin, I hold it firmly in place.

The doors open. She tries to move forward but can’t.

“Answer me, Baby Girl. Are we taking the afternoon off?”

“I’ll get back to you.”

Nine

Lexi

I avoid the guys the rest of the day. Without panties, I can’t afford to get any more turned on. And I can’t make up my mind. Everything up to this point in my life suddenly feels like a breeze. Two conflicting desires have never put me so at odds with myself.

I can’t realistically expect three hot, older guys will ever again offer to show me how good sex can be. It’s a carpe diem moment.

But getting fired from my job would ruin my career plan. The worst thing about all of this… I’m weighing one incredible sexual encounter against my entire future.

A huge roller-skating session to clear my mind in the park behind my house is in order. Any chance that can happen beforemy legs don’t function anymore? A long hot bath will serve as a backup plan.

And whether I bring myself to clarity or not, I’ll bring myself to orgasm with a long private session with the pictures John sent me.

My thoughts wander to Bear’s earlier offer as I ride the elevator back to our floor. If I want to prove I can have a personal life and a successful business life, having a relationship is part of that. Relationship… I need to stop thinking that way.

This is heading the wrong direction. Going home with them would be a bigger wrong direction. Too intimate. We’d have to deal with the weird,how long do I staything, and I’m betting I’ll be exhausted after the three of them. Plus, the less I know about them the better.

All I have left to do is return the mail cart and clock out. I can handle this.

Hesitating before opening the door to the mail room, I accept that I’ll have to give Bear an answer. I whisper my pre-fab answer to practice, “I’m going to think about it tonight.”

Encouraging myself to think about them even more is dangerous. Career-oriented Lexi steps in and points out that executives make hard decisions quickly. Should I practice that? Make a snap decision. No fear.

If I had to decide right now, my lady bits would win the vote.

My pulse races. Is there any way a spanking could be the only reprimand for the terrible decision I’m about to make? I swipe my badge. Turn the handle. Stiffen my spine. Swing the door open…and face a dark, empty room.

My body slumps. I have no idea if I’m relieved or bummed. I detect their lingering scent. I glance at the closed door.

No, Lexi. Do not masturbate in the workplace. Save that for at home…after roller skating and a bath. And probably dinner, but I don’t think food is what I need anymore. I offer myselfanother piece of advice, don’t call any of them Daddy like they encouraged when we met. That should help. My dad runs the company.

Exiting, I slide my badge across the clock-out station, and when I step into the parking garage, Bear is waiting.

“Did you spend the rest of the afternoon thinking about me?” His voice is low and slow, the way I imagine him talking to me in bed.

Why the hell did I look into his deep brown eyes? My nipples have joined my sex in casting a vote for shagging my coworkers.

My inability to speak gives him time to continue, “So you did.”

“I thought about you, Daddy.” Shit. So much for that gameplan. My entire body tingles. What happened to my pre-fab response about thinking? I need to get out of my head.

“Did you think about all three of us?”

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