Page 20 of Falling for Them
“Lucky you were here to catch her,” I say.What the fuck is going on?I’m not able to get a clear read on this.
“Are you okay?”he asks her.
“Yes, thank you.Thank you for not letting me fall.”
“Of course.”
There’s definitely a tension in the air—a sexual tension.They want each other, and to me, it’s easy to see.
Now I know why Kingston hasn’t been interested in casual hook-ups.He’s got his eye on this little maid.I wonder how long this has been going on.
“I need to do the rest of my rounds,” she says, her cheeks stained pink with a blush.
Fuckin’ adorable.I wonder if her neck and chest get pink when she’s aroused.I’d love to suck and bite on those little titties and watch what happens to her skin.And then I’d turn her ass a nice shade of pink with some well-placed spankings.
“You could stay,” I say to her.“We’re heading to Vice for drinks.”
King shakes his head at me even while the maid stumbles over her words.
“Oh, no.No, I couldn’t,” she says.“But, um, thank you anyway.”
I unashamedly watch her ass swaying in that awful dress as she leaves King’s office.As soon as she’s out of sight and out of earshot, I turn to my best friend.
“What the fuck?Why didn’t you help me out with her?”I point to the comfortable sitting area off to one side of his office.“We could’ve been getting her naked on that couch right now.”
King’s office isn’t our usual place to play with women, but I can already picture how good she’d look sitting on his lap and riding him, with her ass ready for my cock.
He gives a bitter laugh.“You want to know why I’m not fucking her?”
“Yes, asshole, that’s what I asked.”
“I’m not fucking her because she’s fucking Joel.”
Seven
Ella
My headphones dig into my ears as I sit at my keyboard and pick out a melody.I wish I could ditch the headphones entirely, but even if I were to keep the keyboard on a low volume, the walls in this building are as thin as paper.The sound of my playing would very likely disturb my neighbors.And while I know I have some less-than-admirable qualities, like lusting after my boyfriend’s father, I’m not rude to my neighbors.
The melody I’m working on is simple, which bothers me.There’s not a single thing wrong with a simple melody, but this one needs something else, something darker, like a minor chord, or…no, a diminished chord.
I try it again, layering in the accompanying chords.
It isn’t perfect yet, but it’s getting closer, twisting into something darker.It’s outside of my comfort zone, and it might be the best music I’ve written yet.
I came home late from cleaning and although I want nothing more than to curl up and sleep, it’s been too damn long since I played with music.
And after that strange interlude in Mr.Tyler’s office, well…I’m feeling inspired.
He offered me a drink.He watched me while we talked, his face hard, his eyes full of heat.I couldn’t have imagined that, right?
The sensory memory of his arms banding around my legs gets me wet.And then his friend had walked in, that knowing smile on his lips.It looked to me like he really thought he’d interrupted something, and that he was expecting…more.Like his interruption wouldn’t prevent Mr.Tyler from spinning me around, flipping up my dress to expose my ass, and taking me right there.
In front of his friend.
And his friend is gorgeous, too.Light brown hair, hazel eyes, well-trimmed beard.He’s older than me, probably the same age as Mr.Tyler.I shouldn’t want men who are probably twice my age, but there’s something so authoritative about them.
I shake off the insane thought.That’s the kind of scene from a porno, not from real life.
