Page 21 of My Five Daddies

“I know. It’s too bad, I wish we could see her again.” I glance down at my desk, remembering Tori’s smile, her thick hair, her softlips.

“Actually, about that.” Will sounds a little uncertain, which surprises me. He never sounds uncertain. That guy is as sure of himself as the sun isbright.

“What?” Iask.

“She works here. At ourcompany.”

I cough, taken aback. “Thefuck?”

“Yeah, she’s in the marketing department apparently,” he says, chuckling awkwardly. “So there’s no reason we can’t see heragain.”

“Shit.” I stare at my office door and an idea strikes me. “I know what we gottado.”

“Oh god,” Will groans. “Not another one of your ideas. Last time you came up with something, I got a fuckingtattoo.”

“That was henna, you fucking baby.” Will tries to interrupt but I talk over him. “Listen, just listen, okay? This Dustin kid is going to need some PR and marketing shit. Why don’t we assignher?”

Will doesn’t immediately say no, which is a good sign. “We are all involved with this kid,” he saysslowly.

“So we can all seeher.”

“Do I really want to sharethough?”

I chuckle to myself. “I think youdo.”

“Yeah, I guess so. There’s just a good feeling in the group when she’saround.”

“Exactly. So how aboutit?”

Another short silence. “Okay,” he says. “If she’s up for it and she can handle it, I’ll make ithappen.”

“Good man. Tell Jordan, since he’s running the advertisingshit.”

“I’ll tell everyone. Now you go make that stupid kid happy and get him to make us all reallyrich.”

“We’re already really rich,” I remind him. “This is just icing on a big fuckingcake.”

Will laughs as I hang up the phone. I sit there for a second before breaking out into a hugegrin.

Tori isn’t gone. In fact, the fun with her is just starting. I figured we might never see her again, but this is too good. It’s like fate dropped her in our lap, and now fate is making sure she staysthere.

Now I just need to get her in my lap forreal.

7

Tori

Iclick on my email,still groggy from the night before, a hangover tingling at the base of myskull.

I can’t stop thinking about the guys. All five of them drift in and out of my mind like phantoms, and I’m so distracted I can barely work. Fortunately, I don’t have anything important to do, since I’m still so new. But I should probably be a little moreattentive.

I sip my coffee and yawn. It’s mid-afternoon and I’m well on my way to crashing hard and dropping face-first into my keyboard, but I have to hold on. I’ll get to bed tonight and get some extra sleep. I just have tosurvive.

I don’t have to go to Promise tonight, which I’m strangely sad about. I don’t think I could work there and hold down a full-time job, since I’d basically never sleep again, but that was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I mean, the money is nice too, and I made fifteen grand in three nights, all thanks to my group of guys. But I’d do it all again, even without themoney.

I just want to spend more time with them. I have Will’s business card still, but I don’t know if I should call him. I can’t decide if the magic of the last three nights could possibly survive the light of cold, harsh reality. Maybe they only like me in the confines of Promise, where everything is possible. Maybe they wouldn’t like me in normal clothes, where I’m not trying to look sexy all thetime.

I shake my head, trying to get rid of those thoughts. It just doesn’t matter. I’m probably never seeing them again. Chris, with his serious eyes and huge, muscular body. Will with his cocky grins. Jordan, light and funny. Ethan, brooding and artistic. And Hunter, serious and boyish. I want to kiss all of them again, feel their lips against my skin, and even let them tastemore.

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