Trying to get work done was futile. Even though there was a stack of paperwork on his desk that he needed to go over, Beau couldn’t concentrate. All he could think about was Mia. Kissing her the night before had been heavenly, and he’d wanted to do so much more. Now, knowing she was sitting over there in his brother’s secretarial office, doing who knows what the second Sam asked, made his stomach twist into knots. He needed to find a way to get her out of that situation. Mia was too good, too kind, to be manipulated and corrupted by Sam. It was past lunch time, and he hadn’t even seen her yet that day. He was afraid to. While at work, he couldn’t act on his feelings for her. Here, she belonged to Sam. He hated that it was that way, but he and Sam had to have some sort of an understanding regarding Sam’s secretary, and that’s what it boiled down to. Around two o’clock, he couldn’t take it anymore. Setting the work he hadn’t finished aside, he got up
Mia wasn’t sure what to wear. Was this a casual get-together, or was it a date-date? Should she wear a dress? They were just going to be watching the basketball game, right? She eventually settled on a nice pair of jeans and a sweater, hoping that she wasn’t underdressed. Promptly at 7:00, there was a knock on her apartment door. Mia took a deep breath and went over to answer the door. When she saw Beau standing there in a pair of jeans and a casual polo shirt, she couldn’t help but smile. Not only was he smoking hot, he also was dressed similarly to her, which made her feel more relaxed. “Wow—you look amazing,” he said, bringing color to her cheeks. “You are so beautiful.” “Thank you. You look nice, too,” Mia said, giving him a hug. He smelled just as good as he looked—a hint of spice and the ocean. His arms around her were comforting, and she didn’t want him to let go. But she had to if they were going to his house. “Let me grab my bag
The next morning, Beau stormed into Sam’s office before he’d even gone to his own, certain he’d find his brother in an almost comatose state since he wouldn’t have finished his coffee yet and choosing not to care. Sam was half asleep. He gazed up from his laptop, his head resting on his fist. “What the hell do you want this early in the morning?” he asked before groggily picking up his mug and taking a sip of coffee. “Let her go.” It was all he could say. He’d rehearsed a long speech all morning while he was getting ready for work and half the night when he was lying awake, tossing and turning, thinking of Mia and unable to get her scent out of his mid. “You’ve gotta let her go.” “And… exactly whom are you referring to?” he asked, irritating the hell out of Beau because they both knew. The younger brother didn’t answer; he merely folded his arms. “Why do you want me to do that? First, you wanted her to get this job. Now, you want me to fire her?”
Still confused about her encounter with Beau, Mia sat at her desk and waited for Sam to summon her. She had a feeling it wouldn’t be too long. She’d worn an outfit similar to the one she’d worn her first day, though this pencil skirt had gray vertical stripes, and she had on different shoes. Dressing that morning, she’d found herself hoping Sam liked it. But she’d also been thinking of Beau. They’d been on the verge of moving things along in their relationship the night before. She had a feeling he would’ve wanted to take her to bed if she hadn’t alerted him that something was different about her. Part of her wished she hadn’t said anything at all. Sharing her first time with a man like Beau would be heavenly. What about Sam, though? What if he touched her first? Heaven wouldn’t be the right word for that sort of an encounter. But it would be memorable, that was for certain. As much as she craved being with a gentle, sweet man like Beau, she also wanted to be c
“I think the last time I was in a hot tub, I was about twelve years old,” Mia said, sitting across from Beau as bubbles massaged every inch of her body from the neck down. “Really?” he asked, his eyebrows arched in shock. “I love the hot tub. I try to come out here at least once or twice a week for a few minutes. I don’t always have time.” “Even in the summer?” “Well, I don’t turn the heat on very high then, but yeah. I like the pool, too, but the hot tub is more relaxing.” Mia’s eyes traveled over to the pool nearby. It was a bit too chilly for a swim that evening, but she could imagine herself lounging out there on a summer day beneath the palm trees, the scent of the array of flowers from the perfectly manicured landscape filling her lungs. “How was work?” Beau asked, snapping her out of her imagination and back to him. Why would she ever feel the need to let her mind wander when she was sitting here with such a fine looki
Sam couldn’t keep Mia off of his mind. He had let himself touch her the day before, but now, he wanted more. He wanted to feel her bare skin beneath his hands, to listen to her moan and call his name as he infused her body with so much pleasure she couldn’t handle it all, to listen to her cries as the pleasure mixed with pain, to hear her beg for more. He sat behind his desk, his dick throbbing in his pants. He knew she’d been with his brother the night before. He couldn’t let that bother him because Mia was only his at work. It wasn’t as if Sam hadn’t spent time at the club the night before. The woman he’d brought home was new to him but used in the same way a rental car had seen a hundred drivers. He preferred women with less experience, but he had taken what was available the night before, hoping it would alleviate some of the ache he felt for Mia. It hadn’t. Now, she sat on the other side of that wall, dressed exactly as he had instructed her to before he’d
Back at her desk, Mia did her best to steady her heart rate. The feel of Sam’s mouth on her skin, his hands on her waist, lingered even after the sensation had subsided. She’d never imagined something could feel so good. A hint of pain had come along with it, especially toward the end, when her tender flesh had been manipulated for so long, but the pleasure had been so much more intense than she had expected, and sitting behind her desk with nothing to do but think about Sam, Mia was forced to confess to herself that she wanted more. It wasn’t up to her to decide, though. She had absolutely no control when it came to Sam. She’d be forced to wait for him to come to her. But then, there was Beau…. She had more control in that situation. Something told her she could’ve gotten him to press on the night before if she’d tried a bit harder. Fear had stopped her. Fear of what it would be like to transition from her virginal state there in his arms, in the h
With nothing much to do, Mia kept one eye on the clock, trying to make sure she wasn’t late in picking up Sam’s lunch and bringing it to him. She could still feel his touch on her skin and wished she had something to do to take her mind off of him, but other than browsing the Internet and counting the seconds down to picking up his lunch, she had nothing to keep thoughts of what he’d done to her body off of her mind. A knock at her door drew her attention. Beau didn’t wait for her to answer before he stuck his head in. “Hi. How are you?” Mia’s face lit up. She loved seeing him, even if she still had his brother’s scent on her body. She remembered what had happened the night before in the hot tub, how she’d wanted him to take her, and he’d refused, but she didn’t feel embarrassed by it. She understood that Beau was a gentleman and just wanted what was best for her. The same could not be said for his brother, but that was also okay with her… in an odd way she cou