Page 6 of 12 Days

Chapter 2

Alyssa

Fuck. I don’t understand what’s happening. Why didn’t I...how did I slip up like this? I lost every bit of impact I was aiming for in that fucking board room.

You only get one first impression. You mess that up, and they’re all going to think you’re this dumb bitch that doesn’t know what she’s doing. Shit. Maybe I am. God, I can’t lose this contract.

These guys are so sneaky and there’s something so off about them. But damn, they’re beautiful.

Wait. I can’t say that. I can’t even think that.

I can’t show them any weakness. I just know they’ll take advantage of me…and fuck, would I like that way too much. No. Alyssa. Get yourself together.

I sink into the cool leather couch and take a deep breath. I shake my head in disbelief at my lackluster first move against these sharks. I put my hands over my face and just close my eyes and attempt to relax.

I take a deep breath. As I feel my chest rise, I scrunch my shoulders up to my neck. When I exhale, I relax my shoulders and my arms. My chest loosens, and calmness spread all over me from my head to my feet.

I hear distant chatter from the men, some chuckles.

Instantly, I roll my eyes and adjust myself on the couch. As I shimmy my hips against the couch, my panties brush slightly against my clit, and a spark runs through my body.

This isn’t a normal thing for me. Usually, if I get in the mood, it’s...provoked. It’s intentional. But this...accident...has me curious.

In an attempt to ignore my sudden arousal, I ask myself what brought me to the waiting room. Why didn’t I stand up and fight my way into being heard? I try to rationalize everything that I just experienced. I was nothing but an assertive personality in there, or I thought I was going to be.

I get to thinking about the group I addressed just moments ago, but much to my own surprise, not from a business objective. I realize how much care they put into their appearances. Everyone is so well groomed and so...dazzling.

Some of them have piercing eyes, daring smiles, and dimpled cheeks just slightly disguised by a trimmed beard. Their tailored suits cater to their build and their aesthetics. That room was practically oozing with sexual tension; I’m sure seeing a little slice like me walking in, trying to be commanding, must have piqued some of their interests.

I recall the one on the far left staring at me, but not because of what I said. He was looking at me like I was a piece of ass. If he wasn’t so beautiful, I might not have noticed him, but I definitely couldn’t help but stare out of the corner of my eye back at him.

The guy at the head of the table was also gorgeous, but in a completely different way. Fuck, what am I saying? There’s no need to cherry pick them; they’re all incredibly attractive. I’m thrown off so hard, and I can’t believe it.

I squeeze my legs together, forcing myself to be more comfortable and less horny. But it’s just not helping. My thighs are starting to feel warm and my pussy is radiating with heat at the thought of having all of them for myself.

I can’t shake this, and I need to get it out of my system before I go back in there. I just have to deal with this now.

I take a peek around the room, glancing up into the corners and scanning the ceiling for any cameras. Rubbing my thighs back and forth against each other, I’m inadvertently teasing my clit again with my satin panties.

I don’t see anything around and there are no other people in here. The door has a code; if anyone were to come in, I’d absolutely be able to just quickly compose myself.

I don’t know why I need this so badly, but something about them just really got me going. I think I might understand what hate sex is now. I detest them so much, and all that passion needs an outlet.

I mean do you get what I’m saying? Like there’s something so hot about that. Anyways…

I exhale and let my head fall against the back of the couch. My heart beat increases as my hand creeps down to my thighs. I scrape my nails against them and throw my feet against the coffee table, propping my legs up and apart. My skirt hikes up to reveal my red satin panties.

I tease my clit, grazing my fingernail in circles over it through the fabric of my undies. I let my hips rock back and forth over it, just humping the air, enjoying the tingling, tickling sensation. The room is silent, and I’m suddenly taken to a dreamy fantasy world.

I run my fingers through one man’s hair as he licks up my bare collarbone. My head is thrown back and I’m tilting to the side as another is on my neck, covering it in sweet, sensual kisses. I moan gently.

I breathe in again and feel another set of hands wrapping around my waist, and I feel several other hands just caressing the rest of my body. My eyes are closed, enjoying the affection. I start making out with another man. I don’t even know who it is, but he’s making me feel so damn good.

His lips are plump, and he pushes his lips in between mine, offering sloppy, sexy kisses while I breathe in his intoxicating scent. Images of all twelve of their charming faces flash through my head all at once as I’m sucked into an overwhelming desire for them all.

Drifting into near unconsciousness, I slide my hand into my underwear, allowing my fingers to make direct contact with my clit. I dip my fingers down to my pussy lips for a moment and bring them back up, making slippery, delightful circles on my clit.

I quietly moan to myself. My other hand starts mimicking some of the touches I’m imagining being done to me. Fingers alternate between softly caressing and tightly gripping my waist, then my legs and my inner thighs, moving up to my tits and shoulders.

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