Page 8 of Private Dancer

They are all engaged.?

Those hypocrites are standing up there lecturing the new staff on how to conduct themselves when they are the biggest hypocrites of them all. Acting like they would never meet some strange woman at a club and fuck all of her holes for hours.

Alec clears his throat, his eyes darting to the front of the room at his two wingmen, who happen to be staring at me like I’ve grown two heads.

Are they afraid I will tell their fiancées about what happened at the Club?

I hold their stare, glaring at each of them as Alec finishes his lecture on workplace conduct.

Karen dismisses the group, instructing us to move to the next meeting. I grab my laptop and bolt for the door, keeping my head down. I’m steps away from freedom and seconds away from contacting my instructor about switching companies to internship with. I can almost taste my freedom. But a large, warm hand I know intimately stops me. The same large, warm hand that gave me so much pleasure only days ago is now standing between me and my freedom.

I eye the door, gauging the distance and my chances of escape, when his two companions flank each side of me, conveniently blocking my escape route. I jerk my hand free from his grasp and cross my arms over my chest, holding my laptop tight in my arms, unsuccessfully trying not to remember the last time the four of us were this close together.

“Please Miss, Ah...” I continue to stare, waiting for him to finish his sentence. This is so rich. He doesn’t even know my name. He lifts an eyebrow, waiting for me to supply him with my real name. I hesitate momentarily, making him sweat it out a little longer.

“Miss Rose, Bri Rose,” I reply, trying not to squirm at the sexual energy bouncing off the three of them.

“Miss Rose.” He says. The sound of my name on his lips sends shivers down my spine. “I think we need to talk.”

“Hey, Bri, are you coming? We have to meet the Board of Directors in the main conference room.” Tim calls from the doorway.

The memory of each one of the guys telling me to come for them flashes through my mind, and my face heats up.

“Sorry, you heard Tim. We have to meet the Board of Directors. We can’t keep them waiting now, can we?” I paste on a smile, but all the while, I’m seething inside.

“Go ahead, Tim, she’ll be along in a minute,” Jake says, shooing Tim out of the room.

“Already making new friends, Beauty?” Alec questions, with a scowl on his face. Actually, as I swing my gaze between the three of them, they are all scowling at me. What the hell?

“That’s really none of your business and stop calling me Beauty,” I say through clenched teeth. How dare they act like I shouldn’t be friendly with Tom when they have their fiancées waiting for them.

Alec leans in, his hot breath caressing my ear, “Everything is our business where you’re concerned, Beauty.”

His use of my fake name brings fresh memories of our night together, and I feel my face heat up again. But I refuse to back down.

“Wouldn’t your fiancées love to hear how you have taken an unhealthy interest in one of your new interns?”

He opens his mouth to reply, but he’s interrupted by Karen as she strides into the conference room, “I’ve been looking all over for the three of you. I thought you had already left the room.” She turns her head and looks down her nose at me. I take the distraction and run with it, wiggling my way out of the tiny circle the guys have cornered me into.

My ass accidentally brushes against Ryan’s hard cock in my haste to leave the room, and I hear him groan as I slip out the door. I chance a look over my shoulder to see all three of them giving me a hungry stare, Karen completely oblivious to their gaze.

I pause, biting my lip, and stare back at them. It would be easy to go to them and demand a repeat of the night at the club. But that’s not me.

I’m not the other woman.

I refuse to be the other woman.

Friday night was a fluke. Once I finish my internship, graduate, and find a good job, I’ll find a nice boring guy who loves me unconditionally and forget all about my night at the Secret Dungeon.

I take one last look at them, knowing this might be the last time I see them if I can convince my instructor to let me choose a different company to intern with.

six

Bri

Imanaged to stay away from Alec, Jake, and Ryan all day yesterday. It was actually easier than I thought. As an intern, I’m assigned to the Junior executives on the lower floors, not the Senior executives like Alec, Jake, and Ryan, whose offices are on the top floors. Well, the floor under the company penthouse.

Karen let all of us know in no uncertain terms that access to the penthouse floor is only given to the most important employees. She barely contained her anger at Tom when he asked if she had access to the penthouse. Her curt " No " response was enough to stop any other questions about her importance.

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