“I noticed you didn’t push Melda about coming to work with you. You giving up?”
“Hell, no. All the fantasy talk distracted me is all. I still want her out of that office and away from that lecher she works for.”
“She hasn’t said anything lately.”
“I think she’s just holding back because she knows how much it bothers us. If I thought she wouldn’t be totally pissed off, I’d send one of the guys from the club over to pretend to be her boyfriend, her very possessive boyfriend.”
Deja grinned. “She’d kick your ass for sure then.”
Skye sighed. “It might be worth it just to see that prick she works for piss his pants.”
Deja met Skye’s eyes, and they both started laughing. It was no secret to Melda that they hated her boss. He was a Class A prick who took advantage of Melda. She was more his slave than his secretary. And Deja had seen the lust in his eyes, even if Melda hadn’t.
“What’s so funny?” Melda asked as she walked back in.
“Thinking of your boss pissing his pants,” Deja said tongue in cheek.
Melda snorted. “Why would he do that?”
“Because someone threatened him to leave you the hell alone,” Skye offered nonchalantly.
Melda sighed. “He’s harmless, you guys. If I thought otherwise, I wouldn’t still be there.”
“No more veiled comments or pats then?” Skye asked.
“Actually, he has a new girlfriend,” Melda told them gleefully. “It’s been pretty nice around the office. Plus, he finally hired another girl to help out.”
“So, you’re no longer slave labor?” Skye sneered. “About damn time.”
Deja nodded her agreement. Melda had started working for Mr. Hines while she was only a junior in high school. Their foster mom had found the job for her. He’d owned five properties back then, which he’d rented out. He’d needed help keeping the books on repairs and expenses as well as on rents collected. Melda had worked every day after school until she graduated, when she took on full time employment with him. He’d needed it. He owned more than twenty properties in six different counties at this point.
Melda ran his office, arriving before he did and often leaving after he’d been gone for hours. She knew everything about the properties down to the nails needed for specific repairs. Melda had even been known to don a tool belt and oversee certain repairs herself. She loved her job, except for one little problem. Mr. Hines. He tended to have wandering hands and took advantage any time Melda happened to be in reach.
Deja knew she only put up with it because she loved her job so much and worried about what she considered
her buildings
. It would take something big to ever pull Melda away from her work.
“We just worry about you,” Deja said.
“I know, and I appreciate it,” Melda assured them. “But I am a big girl, and I have no problem taking care of myself. Promise. Now, Skye is dragging me out of here, so she can go back to her job. I think she’s the one who needs intervention!”
Deja laughed. “She’s got you there, Skye.”
“Whatever.” Skye shrugged. “Besides Deja needs her beauty sleep.”
“What?” Deja demanded her hands automatically going to her face. She might be tired, but she didn’t look bad and she knew it.
“In case you get fucked, instead of just fucked,” Skye offered with a smile, making them all laugh again.
“Next Thursday at my house,” Melda reminded them, as they exchanged hugs and kisses. “I’m cooking.”
“I love it when you cook,” Skye moaned.
“Me too,” Deja agreed. “Are you making dessert too?”
Melda laughed. “Yeah, I’ll make dessert too.”
“I’ll bring the wine,” Deja offered.
“And I’ll drive,” Skye said, shaking her head.
Deja and Melda just grinned.
“Who knows,” Melda murmured. “If all goes well, maybe Deja will have more than a fantasy to share next week.”
“I don’t kiss and tell,” Deja admonished.
“Of course you do,” Skye challenged with a laugh. “It’s what sisters do.”
“So it is,” Deja agreed while Melda nodded.
They’d been sharing their sexual escapades since they’d each lost their virginity. Skye had been the first of them to do the deed. She was the oldest of the three of them by two years. Deja was next in age, but only six months older than Melda, and they’d been in the same grade in school. Melda had been the next to lose her virginity, which had surprised them all, as Deja had been the one in, what she thought was, a serious relationship at the time.
They’d all grown so much over the years, but one thing remained. They were still as close now as they’d been then. It didn’t matter that each had come from a different set of biological parents. They were sisters, if not by blood then by spirit. And they shared everything. No secrets, at least not lasting ones. Inevitably they couldn’t keep things from their sisters, good or bad. And Deja wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Drive safe,” she stated as Melda and Skye headed out the door.
“Skye will,” Melda stated with a laugh, as she reached out to squeeze Deja’s hand. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.” Deja squeezed back. “You too,” she added to Skye.
“Love you,” Skye replied. “Hope tomorrow goes well for you. Call me.”
“Unless you’re too busy getting some,” Melda laughed as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“In that case call me Saturday,” Skye offered with a grin.
“I will,” Deja promised.
She watched them walk down the hall toward the elevator before closing her apartment door. She was already planning just the outfit to wear for her last day tomorrow. Her skirt could easily transition from day to night with a change of top and shoes. It was classy and sexy without being slutty. It was perfect.
She hummed as she headed to the kitchen to clean up the Chinese take-out they’d had tonight. She wasn’t sure which one of the doctors she’d pick if she had her choice. They were all sexy as hell.
Dr. Asher Black, who was six feet of muscled bronze god without the ego, always laughed and joked with the staff as well as the patients. His black hair just hit his collar, his blue eyes so bright they rivaled a perfect sky. Though she’d only met him for the first time three weeks ago, he had a way of making her feel as if they were old friends every time he spoke to her.
Then there was Dr. Beckett Meyers. Beck as he told her to call him. He was just a bit taller than Asher, leaner in build, but no less gorgeous. His brown hair was a little too long, making her fingers ache to run through the thick strands and see if it felt as good as it looked. His green eyes were always full of mischief. He was the practical joker of the office, always doing things to the other two. He’d even pulled Deja into one of his pranks the first week, when he’d told Asher she was from an online dating site then sent her to Asher’s office under the guise that Dr. Black needed her help.
She’d been polite, smiled, and asked what she could do for him. Asher had flushed bright red and stammered as he tried to explain that he hadn’t posted an ad, and although she was very beautiful, he felt the need to be honest with her. At that point, Deja was ready to call the temp office and see if she’d been sent to the wrong place.
She wasn’t sure who blushed more when Beckett had burst into the office, laughing so hard he was holding his sides. And that was when she’d got her fist look at Dr. Spencer Smith, who’d been out her first day. He’d ducked his head in to see what all the laughter was about, and when he’d glimpsed her, all of him had stepped in the office.
His brown eyes had twinkled as Beckett filled him in on the prank.
“And she hasn’t smacked you yet?” Spencer asked with a shake of his head.
“Our girl’s a trooper,” Beckett assured him, reaching out and pulling Deja to his side.
“Seriously, we’ll understand if you want to hit him,” Asher had interjected. “Believe me, I do.” And saying that, he’d reached across her and punched Beckett in the shoulder.
“You’re just mad because she’s staff and not dateable,” Beckett said around his laughter.
She swore Asher had blushed, but Spencer had pulled her attention to him then.
“So, are you Stacy’s replacement for the next few weeks?”
“Yes. I hear she’s getting married and going on one hell of a honeymoon.”
“Well deserved,” Spencer assured her. “She’s a great kid.” He had let his eyes run over Deja from head to toe and back up. She gave him credit. He didn’t blush or look uncomfortable when she just lifted a brow at him. “It’s nice to meet you. You’ve already proven your worth by putting up with Beck here.”
She grinned. “What’s not to like?” she asked, as she patted Beck and moved around him toward the door.
“Exactly,” Beck agreed with her.
“I mean his prank did get me into an office with the three of you.” She’d batted her eyelashes at them. “What more could a girl ask for?”
Asher and Spencer had both looked a little closer at her, making her wonder if she’d flirted too outrageously. Beck had laughed, easing her mind as she moved back to the desk out front where she’d be working.
By the second week, she was on a first name basis with all of them, at their repeated requests. Beckett had managed to get her alone a few times, chatting and casually touching her shoulder or fixing her hair. Once he’d even touched her cheek, telling her she’d had a smudge there.
She’d caught Spencer watching her several times. She’d noticed he was the quiet one of the group. Now she’d be thinking of him when she fantasized about the spanking Melda had talked about. She could just imagine him bending her naked body over his knees, palming and stroking the cheeks of her ass before smacking her oh-so good.
Since she was fantasizing, she didn’t stop there. She imagined them tying her up, at least her hands, while they took turns pleasuring her. And damn, she wished she didn’t have such a great imagination. Her panties were drenched, and she was definitely going to have to pull out her toy box before she went to sleep tonight.
She should walk away tomorrow. Just put in her final day and leave. But she wouldn’t. Not if there was any chance in hell the rumors she’d heard at the beginning of the week were true. If they liked to share, she was more than willing to let them share her. It would be the perfect way to live the fantasy playing out in her mind.
Chapter Two
Spencer wasn’t surprised when Asher and Beck ducked into his office and shut the door. He’d been anticipating and dreading this moment almost from the first time he’d seen Deja Robins. Somehow, he’d known it would all come down to this.
“My vote is yes,” Beck said. “Same as it was three weeks ago.” His vote to seduce the lovely Deja.
Beck had been pushing for it since she’d stepped foot through the door. The man approached everything he did the same way—full speed ahead—whether it was his practical jokes or romancing a woman. Spencer had no desire to change Beck. In fact, he envied his friend's ability to embrace life and not worry over every little decision. All Spencer tried to do was rein Beck in a little. The last thing they needed was to throw fuel on the rumor mills by all of them showering attention on the same woman at the same time. Not that the rumors bothered him. Could you even call the truth a rumor?
It didn’t matter. His sex life was no one’s business, except those involved in it, which included Asher and Beck and, if they all had their way, soon Deja. But Spencer had to be the clear-headed one, the voice of reason. He couldn't be any way else. He admitted he was a bit of a control freak. He liked to know all the possibilities up front, so he could make a better informed decision. With their preferred lifestyle, it wasn't just about their sex life. Whether they liked it or not, it could affect their professional life as well. Invite the wrong woman into their kink, and well, that was how those nasty rumors got started.
Spencer leaned back in his chair and glanced at Asher. Asher was the perfect combination of Spencer and Beck. He had a need for control to a certain degree, but didn't let that need interfere with his fun. He often played the middleman between his two friends, persuading Beck to back off a bit, while encouraging Spencer to loosen up.
“What about you?” Spencer asked him.
Asher sighed. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested. You seem to be the only one who can keep your distance from her.”
Will power, Spencer mused to himself. That was all it was. He wanted nothing more than to pull the curvy brunette into his arms, wanted his hands on that full ass that twitched when she walked. He wanted to bury his hands in her long curls and his cock anywhere she’d let him. She’d bewitched them all with her big brown eyes.
“And if she only wants one of us?” Spencer had to put it out there; that way there would be no hard feelings later if she chose one over the others.
Asher sighed again while Beck grunted.
“So, is that a ‘yes, we’re cool’ or a ‘fuck no, all or none’?” Spencer shook his head.
“Most of the time I’m a yeah, we’re cool,” Beck stated. “But not with her. I’ve not been this wound up and on edge since I was a randy teenager. Hell, I don’t think my dick’s been this hard this often since then either.”
“Me either,” Asher confessed.
Spencer nodded in agreement. If they ever got her naked and under them, over them, on her hands and knees surrounded by them, none of them would last long. It might just be embarrassing how quickly they all came.
“So all or none?” he asked again just to be sure.
“All or none,” Beck agreed.
“Yeah.” Asher nodded in agreement.
“So, how do you want to handle this?”
“We need to get her to stay after everyone else leaves,” Asher said.
“I’ve got that covered,” Beck assured them. “I shredded her paperwork by accident. I need her to stay a little late and fill out new forms for us.”
“You what?” Spencer demanded.
“No, I didn’t,” Beck said with a grin. “But it will keep her here after we close.”
“You’re sure she seemed intrigued by the rumor of us sharing?” Spencer asked for probably the hundredth time.