Page 19 of Unlocked

“Fuck, you look so sexy in that outfit. What I wouldn’t give to see what’s under it.”

I smirk at him as we enter the elevator and the doors begin to close.

“Nothing,” I whisper.

His eyes go wide. “Fuck, Kaz I’m going to be hard all day now knowing you’re commando. Please say you will meet me….”

His words are cut off by a hand halting the doors to the elevator. We both stare as Jamison steps on facing us both.

“Brother," he says, greeting Jonathan before turning towards me with a smirk. “Kaz.”

I turn my head completely straight forward and don’t acknowledge he is there. That pisses him off. I can practically feel the steam filling the elevator as the doors close and we descend. Shit, no one pressed the button and now we are heading to the basement.

I don't have time to think about stopping the elevator before Jamison growls out, “You can acknowledge my brother but not me? You did not seem to mind looking at me when my cock was down your throat though, did you, Kitten?”

My face goes beat red and I whip my eyes toward him, prepared to lay into him but Jonathan is faster. Suddenly, he has Jamison pushed up against the elevator wall, his hands gripping the collar of his perfectly pressed suit.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that," he grits out.

Jamison’s eyes narrow on him before replying back. “I think she likes it when I speak to her that way. Her panties are probably drenched. She’s just waiting for me to remind her of what a little slut she is.”

And fuck if he’s not right. I’m wet alright, but there isn’t any underwear to catch the moisture collecting between my thighs. I’m vaguely aware of the elevator halting before ascending back up as I step up close and attempt to push them apart.

“You guys need to both calm down. We can’t do this here at work.”

They both look at me before each other and then Jonathan smirks and I already know his brother won’t like his next words.

“Oh I know exactly how wet she gets, brother. I had her coming all over my face just last week.”

The elevator goes silent and I close my eyes praying a black hole will come and swallow me up. Did I hook up with Jonathan last week after having far too many drinks when out with a few friends? I sure did. Am I still mad at him for screwing that bimbo? Yes, and no. We have never discussed being exclusive and had it been brought up, I would have said no anyway. I can’t risk my job but most of all, I can’t risk him finding out what kind of life I really come from. He wouldn’t think twice about me if he knew my background. Suddenly the elevator door dings and we all turn towards it as it opens, revealing none other than Sebastian Bolt. He stands there staring at the three of us with his eyes narrowed. I remove my hands from both twins’ chests before backing away guiltily. Jonathan and Jamison both step away from each other and face Sebastian.

“Everything okay here?” Sebastian asks, looking directly at me. I nod at him, unable to form a sentence. I’m scared shitless right now.

“Fine,” I hear Jonathan mutter while I stare at the ground.

“Better than how it looks out there,” Jamison says to Sebastian. I can hear the amusement in his voice and can only imagine he is giving him shit right now about his flustered appearance.

“Fuck off,” Sebastian replies.

I close my eyes hoping to get to my floor as quickly as possible so I can get out of the awkward situation but Jamison is clearly on a mission which is completely unlike his normal stoic demeanor.

“Long night, boss?” he asks Sebastian, that hint of amusement still on the edge of his words.

My phone rings loudly cutting them off and I answer quickly seeing that it’s Riley. Fuck yes, saved at last.

“Riley!” I say far too enthusiastically. “What are your plans today? Hang on, let me get to my desk.” Never mind that we were just texting each other not more than fifteen minutes ago. The guys don’t need to know those minor details. I step off the elevator and walk away quickly while she laughs on the other end of the line. I make my way to my office before setting up lunch plans with her for a few hours later.

It’s about noon when I walk into the cozy little bodega to meet Riley and stop dead in my tracks. Riley and Sasha, Sebastian’s most recent assistant, are both standing there looking to be in a very serious conversation. They must have been loud because other guests are starting to look in their direction. I usher them both over to some seats.

“Sasha,” I say. “So lovely to see you again. I’ve been trying to track you down.”

“Listen,” Sasha starts, “I can’t help you guys with my uncle. I can’t tell you anything. It’s dangerous just talking to you.” She looks at Riley and I swear she does look remorseful. “About Nate…he’d made it seem like you guys were splitting up, Riley. And I just thought it would be fun.”

Oof, I think to myself. Wrong thing to say, Sasha.

Riley glares at her. “Fun. Fucking someone’s husband?”

“I made a mistake. But listen,” Sasha’s voice lowers and she continues, “I’m scared.”

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