Page 10 of Private Dancer

“We feel your internship will be more beneficial with us as your mentors than stuck in some cubicle doing nonsensical work instead of working in the heart of the company.”

I’m speechless at this new information that has just been dropped in my lap.

“It will look good on your resume,” Ryan says, still crouched on the balls of his feet next to me.

“Why don’t you take an early lunch and then report back to our office,” Jake suggests.

This can’t be happening. I have to do something quick to change their minds, “Look, Friday night was amazing, but like I said, it was only one night. I don’t plan on repeating it anytime soon.” I stand, brushing my hands down my skirt, “So, if you will excuse me, I need to go back to my cubicle…”

“Whether there is a repeat of Friday night or not, you are still going to be our intern for the next eight weeks.” A muscle in Alec’s jaw ticks, and I fight the urge to take a step back. “Now, I suggest you have lunch and report to our office ASAP.”

Knowing this is a losing battle, I stomp out of the living room and onto the elevator, the keycard still clutched in my hand. How am I supposed to ignore my attraction to them in front of Karen now that I will be working directly under them?

Directly under them.

Visions of Friday night burst free again, with me lying on the bed and each one of them taking turns hovering above me, thrusting their hard cocks into my welcoming body.

The elevator doors can’t close soon enough. My body has almost convinced my mind to say, “Fuck it,” and take a ride on my favorite carnival ride again known as Alec, Jake, and Ryan.

A walk in the park is just what I need to clear my mind. My new internship is right across the street from where my best friend, Ella, works. We met in college. We were in the same program, but when my grandmother got sick, I had to drop to part-time in the program and pick up extra shifts at The Palace.

I spot Ella sitting under a tree, doing what she always does: sketching new shoe designs in her notebook. She doesn’t hear my approach, too lost in her designs. I look at what she is working on, and it is breathtakingly beautiful. I need a closer look.

“That design is amazing!” I yank her notebook from her lap.

“It’s nothing.” Ella reaches for her notebook, but I hold it higher out of her reach.

“Nothing? It’s gorgeous! Have you shown your hot boss this design?” She blushes at my praise. “You haven’t, have you.” I flip through the rest of her designs, my mind racing with the outfits I could design that would perfectly match her shoe designs.

“Bri, he’s a busy man. He doesn't have time to look over my designs.”

Ella’s boss is pretty hot but is kind of a douche, especially with a name like Philip Charming. I’ve met him a few times when I stopped to see Ella at work, and he always gives me the creeps.

I hand Ella back her notebook and lie on the grass beside her, closing my eyes for a few seconds. I worked another late night last night, and with the bomb Alec just dropped on me about being their new assistant, I need to clear my head. “Well, maybe it’s time for you to find someone who will appreciate your drawings. Hell, your shoe designs might even save the company from bankruptcy if your dumbass boss would realize how good they are and start producing them.”

I’ve heard the rumors surrounding Charming Fashion House, but Ella hasn’t mentioned it. I hope I didn’t ruin her day.

I try to change the subject, “Are they still having the Charming Annual Masquerade Ball this year?” I yawn and stretch my arms over my head. All I want to do is go home and crawl under the covers and forget the last week ever happened.

"Yes, it's next Saturday night. You want to be my date?" Ella wiggles her eyebrows at me.

“I would, but Friday and Saturday nights are my highest-grossing nights at The Palace.” I wiggle my hips in the grass before settling in with a sigh. I would love to have one night off to attend a fancy Ball.

"Miss Rose, must you roll around in the grass like some common trollop?" Ugh, there’s that damn sexy-as-sin voice.

I open my eyes and blink up at Alec, who is hovering over me, “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Wicked Witch of the West. Where are your two flying monkeys?” I have no idea why I said that. Maybe to push him away. I can’t risk getting distracted by them.

“You have ten minutes to return to work, Miss Rose, or else.” His low growl vibrates through my body, and my panties dampen. I need a stronger comeback, but his dominant voice has me horny as hell.

“Or else what? Are you and your flying monkeys going to spank me?” I lean on my elbows and glare at Alec, daring him to take me up on my suggestion.

“Maybe we will.” He stomps off, but not before I hear him mumble something about punishing a brat, and now my panties are soaked just thinking about him spanking me while Jake takes my pussy and Ryan takes my mouth.

“Um, who was that guy, Bri?” Ella asks. Her eyes trailing after Alec.

I flop back down in the grass, needing a few minutes to cool off, "He's one of my bosses and the world's biggest ass." I grumble, not wanting to explain how well I know him, "But enough about him. What are you going to wear to the Ball?"

“I have some dresses at home. I thought I could piece them together and make my own dress.” She hesitates, “Besides, I’ll be wearing a mask, so no one will know it’s me.”

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