Page 63 of Her Three Tech Bros

“The three of us are treating you to a week away. All expenses paid. Warm sun on your skin, sand on your feet, and all three of your lovers there to cater to your every whim and desire.”

“Oh!” Jade leaps up off the bed and wraps all three of us in a hug. Or at least as much as her little arms can. Ryan and I have to lean in pretty close. “This is so wonderful!”

A week away with all four of us getting to leave all our worries and troubles behind. We’ll have nothing to do but enjoy the food, the view, and her beautiful body. This is just what the four of us need. With any luck, we’ll leave with our bond stronger than ever.

“When do we leave?” Jade asks.

“First thing tomorrow morning,” Ethan says.

“So, we have some time to waste?”

“Yeah,” I respond. “Why?”

“Well,” Jade says. She lays back on the bed and looks at all three of us seductively. “There was talk of a blindfold?”

Less than twenty-four hours later, the four of us are arriving at the hotel for check-in. Five stars, right on the beach. We got the penthouse suite, with a balcony looking out at the ocean. Something tells me the four of us are going to make use of that come sunset.

As we walk in the lobby, I’m holding her hand. I lift her hand up to my lips and kiss it. She giggles in response.

Ryan takes her other hand and spins her. Ethan follows up by swooping in to sweep her off her feet, planting a kiss on her lips.

“I’m waiting for two more kisses!” Jade exclaims.

Ryan and I quickly move to kiss her while she’s still in Ethan’s arms. All three of us laugh. The energy is already better than expected.

“Look, as happy as I am to be here, that was a long ride from the airport,” Ryan says. “I need to find a bathroom.” He rushes off.

“While he’s busy, I should check us in,” Ethan says.

“Can you do it without putting me down?” Jade laughs.

“I’ll try.” Ethan carries her off to the front desk, leaving me alone.

But not for long.

“Logan? Logan Walker?”

My heart skips a beat. Who could that be? Who could I possibly know here? I turn and am faced by an older gentleman. He looks vaguely familiar.

“Hello?”

“It’s Mason Kroft. I work at the firm with your father. Or I did before I retired last year. We met at your folks’ Christmas party three years ago.”

Fuck. I do know this guy. And fuck. He knows my parents. Fuck. Fuck.

“Yeah… yeah, that sounds right,” I respond. I try to keep my voice as calm as possible. “How have you been?”

“Good, good, just checking out now. Got a flight to catch. So, I’ll be off. I’ll tell your father I saw you. We’re golfing Monday.”

The old man shuffles off and out of the hotel. Just as quickly as he arrived, he’s gone, leaving a hugely destructive wake in his path.

How much did he see? And how much of what he saw did he understand?

He’s an old man. It’s not crazy to think he doesn’t even know what he saw. He might not even know enough to relay anything to my father. Or he could simply forget to bring it up on Monday.

But that is just wishful thinking. Nothing has ever gone that well.

If my parents learn about this…

---