Page 2 of Rolling with My Bosses

“Deliver the mail, no one will care who you shag.” She shrugs. “Everybody does it.” She mentions a few names that don’t mean anything to me.

I’m shocked. “Do you?”

She shakes her head. “But after listening to all of the wild water-cooler conversations, I went ahead with my cam-girl side gig. People are so horny.”

“You should have told me about the F.U.C.K. policy. Or you should have at least let the guys know that I was going to start here today.”

“You needed a nudge. Besides, what do you care about rules, you’ve come to my cubicle, distracting me from work.” She taps my badge. “Have you been to the mail room yet?”

“Very funny.” I told her that’s where I hooked up with the guys. She’ll hang that over me. “I’m headed there next to make sure my badge works.”

“Ah, toodles.” She wiggles her fingers and smiles huge. She’s intolerable sometimes.

Two

Austin

Tapping my badge on the keypad, I wait for the light to turn green then swing the door to the mail room open. My chest deflates when the room is dark and empty.

I’ve reminded myself a thousand times that Lexi, my sweet Kitten wouldn’t be here. Must have needed one more reminder.

The even harsher reality that I’m not ready to accept…our wild romp in the mail room might be the only time my brothers or I ever see her. She wouldn’t give us her number, just said she’d find us.

My heart sinks. Did she rethink the twenty-year age difference?

My eyes stall on the space where John kneeled in front of her and ate her pussy. The cute kitten print on her skirt served as a hint of her innocence. Her orgasm was the most beautiful I’ve ever witnessed, and I’m tortured by the scent of her release lingering in the room.

John’s and Bear’s voices drift to me from down the hall, so I hold the door open. When we’re safely inside, I click the lock. “You suppose she’s going to reach out to find us today?”

Bear hangs his leather jacket in his locker. “I hope so, but I sure as fuck don’t want her to think I’m a mail room clerk.”

John looks confused. “What else would she think? We brought her in here to ravish her.”

I point out, “But we never said we were mail room clerks.” Only CEO Smith knows we’re actually executives on a secret project.

Bear grumbles again. “I sure as fuck don’t want her thinking I’m thirty-eight and all I’ve done with my life is sign on as a mail clerk for a major corporation.”

Our apparent lack of success crossed my mind too. “This whole thing is fucked. Since when do we wait for women to contact us?”

“Since we haven’t dated in years.”

“Before that…when we dated, we made sure a woman knew we were interested.”

“And we’re all still single.”

I ignore Bear’s implication and focus on our connection to Lexi, her friend Beatrix who works in data entry. “Let me go talk to Beatrix, try to get Lexi’s number. If we get in front of this, maybe she won’t think to ask Beatrix what our job titles are.”

John laughs. “They’re young. They’ve already discussed us and scoured social media.”

Bear smirks. “Which is another benefit of not being online.”

Or a sign that we’re dinosaurs compared to an eighteen-year-old. Are we senile for thinking she has interest in a relationship with the three of us? Will it freak her out that we don’t have a public-facing record of every meal we’ve eaten and every good hair day?

Our avoidance of social media was a big factor in the CEO of Opus Syndicate putting us on this secret project to assess the employees in one of the corporations he swallowed up. Ironically, we’re reporting on workplace ethics after bringing Lexi in here yesterday.

But I’d do it again. My only regret is that we didn’t have sex. She wanted to, but everything was so new to her, it didn’t seem right. And the only reason that’s a regret is that she wouldn’t give us her number. Said she’ll find us. What if she doesn’t?

Bear claps his hands together. “Get to work.”

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