Page 8 of 12 Days

Chapter 3

Owen

“What a fucking amazing show that was.”

I bring my hands together in a slow clap of applause. It might not be the right moment to do something like that, but fuck. That girl was fucking incredible the way she just got herself off in front of all twelve of us. In her defense, though, she didn’t know there was an audience.

I wait for a moment before excusing myself from the boardroom. I've been elected to show Alyssa around the facilities. Besides, she’ll need to wash up after that performance.

I knock softly on the door. Alyssa's silence lets me know she’s still in shock.

"Miss Morrow, it's Owen. I’ll show you to the bathroom if you're ready?" Smiling, I lean against the wall, listening for signs of life inside.

"Give me a second, Owen." Her voice shakes as she calls out through the closed door.

A few moments pass before Alyssa reluctantly opens the door. Her cheeks are still flushed from that orgasm and her shock at being exposed. I'm not sure if I should reassure her it's okay, or that it happens to everyone. Both might make the moment worse for her.

My lips are pulling up into a cocky grin as I extend my arm to lead the way. Thankfully, the women's room is only two doors down.

"The boardroom is across the hall. Join us when you're done cleaning up." I clear my throat, tucking my hands down into my pockets and walking across the hall to join the rest of the men.

Minutes pass before Alyssa joins us. She’s adjusting her skirt as she walks in. The tint of pink is slowly fading from her cheeks. But she still has that 'after sex' glow.

Every man in the room rises, waiting for her to take a seat before they get comfortable again.

Ty looks up from the stack of documents on the desk in front of him.

"Welcome back, Miss Morrow. If you would like to speak, now would be a good time."

I lean back in my chair, the thoughts of the performance still fresh on my mind—as I’m sure it’s on all the other guys’ minds, too. She put on a hell of a show on the other side of that glass. Of course, she’ll probably blame the perfume, but that was all fucking her.

I look around the room at the others. They’re silently waiting for Alyssa to get her act together. I can’t help but feel a little bad for Alyssa. She got caught with her pants down this time—literally.

I remember the first time that happened to me. Back in college, when I was jerking off in the dorms and the resident advisor walked in on me blowing a load. Not my finest moment. Or maybe it was—the RA came back for more the next night.

Opening her portfolio, Alyssa clears her throat as she considers the faces of her audience. She opens her mouth but says nothing.

"Miss Morrow, let me get you some water. That might help." I don't wait for her to respond.

In the corner of the room is the typical drink station. Coffee, tea, and water. Twisting the cap off a bottle of imported water, I slide it in front of her, again not expecting her to say anything.

If we’re being honest here, I don’t feel bad for this woman. She came here for a fight and ended up putting on a show.

"Thank you, Owen." Alyssa clears her throat, taking a big sip of the clear fluid.

Standing, Alyssa moves her hands down her skirt, making sure that the fabric hasn’t risen while she sat. As I study her face; it makes me wonder what she’s thinking now that we’ve all seen her masturbating. Her credibility is totally fucking gone.

"Your company has a lot of explaining to do." Gripping the table, Alyssa’s knuckles turn white.

I’m sorry, but I have to work to hold back a chuckle right now. Who the fuck is this woman to tell us that we need to explain anything when she just came all over the fucking place? When I look at the other guys, they look as amused as I do.

I mean really, at this point, we’ve seen her at her most vulnerable. Yet here she is, acting like she’s the one in charge here. I don’t fucking think so.

"Yes, a lot of explaining,” she continues, taking a deep breath. “We need to know the ingredients of this new perfume and the effect that it has on the person wearing the product!" Her voice cracks as she speaks. She’s having a hard time keeping her composure with a room full of insanely attractive alpha males.

And who could blame her? I bet just the idea of all us men here in one room has you ready to pull your own panties down, too. Am I right? Yeah, thought so.

"Are you okay, Miss Morrow?" Theo asks.

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