Male Me
By Amarinda Jones
Warning: Explicit Content
This title contains adult material and is not intended for readers under 18 years of age.
Copyright © 2008, Amarinda Jones
Published August 2008
by
Resplendence Publishing, LLC
Edgewater
,
All rights reserved
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, or occurrences, is purely coincidental.
To those who think outside the box and take a chance on finding something more in life.
To the dedicated readers who have supported me and my books
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thank you.
And as always, to my unshockable family and friends who never bat an eye lid over anything I do.
Chapter One
From: Quinn Markwell
To: Delaware Brooks
You look exhausted honey. Did lover boy keep you up all night?
From: Delaware Brooks
To: Quinn Markwell
Templeton shagged me senseless; I can barely walk.
From: Quinn Markwell
To: Delaware Brooks
I am so jealous! How many times?
From: Delaware Brooks
To: Quinn Markwell
I lost count. I have never had a man so hot, and hard, and ready to perform. I
can hardly wait for tonight. Templeton has promised to fuck me senseless again.
Templeton McAdam’s blue eyes were riveted to the computer screen. He squirmed around, trying to relieve the tension in his cock as he read the emails from this unknown employee, called Delaware Brooks.
“Oh darlin’ you need to be fucked hard,” he murmured with a grin as he tried to picture what the woman in question looked like.
It was crazy that she was discussing him via email, and they had not even met. Not that it really mattered. Anyone that fantasized about having sex with him was someone Templeton wanted to meet. He knew if he continued reading much longer he would have to jack off, and that was such a shame when there was clearly a very willing, yet unknown woman who wanted him. Templeton looked up when his office door opened.
“I’m glad you’re here, Speed.” He motioned his best friend over to the computer screen. “You have to check this out.”
Simon ‘Speed’ Guthrie leaned over his friend’s shoulder and read from the screen. “Congratulations, I wasn’t aware you were engaged. You should have told me, Temp old buddy.” Speed’s eyes widened in surprise as he read on. “Wow, she’s something else. Do you know who this ‘
“Actually, I haven’t met her, or most of the other employees.”
Templeton McAdam,
Sydney
to
Brisbane
in the last couple of days. He was still finding his feet and hadn’t met all the workers yet. But he had sent out several emails to them, advising them of changes, and clearly Miss Delaware Brooks was having some fun at his expense.
“I wonder who she is,” he murmured.
Was she completely unaware that corporate policy was no personal emails while at work? The minute someone exceeded their download limit, the emails were automatically forwarded to him from the IT department. The ones from this particular woman had been eye opening.
Templeton changed screens and pulled up the employee data base from the icon on his desktop. He brought up her file and opened it. “Delaware Brooks, hmm… she doesn’t look happy in her photo.” In fact she looked positively angry.
This woman wrote those emails? Intriguing.
“Yeah but look at the luscious bottom lip and the defiant tilt of her chin. This woman has passion.” Speed clicked on the picture to enlarge the image. “Look at those breasts.” They were just visible in the head and shoulders shot. “I love buxom women.”
“Yes, she certainly is hot.” The short, shoulder length, dark brown hair, and green eyes made a man keep looking, and wondering. Templeton had not planned on getting into a full blown sexual liaison so quickly after arriving in
Brisbane
. However, his old fuck buddy Speed was here, and this woman had potential. Both men were strictly heterosexual, and both enjoyed sharing a woman whenever they could. Now that he was in
Brisbane
he expected this mutual need of theirs would hit full stride, and Miss Brooks looked like the ideal candidate.
“You need to check her out, and for god sake, take pictures,” Speed reminded him, pointing to the desk camera they used for teleconferences.
“Of course.” It was something they liked to do. If one took a woman separately, the other made sure that the moment was filmed for prosperity. The films were kept strictly for their own private use.
Speed ran his finger lightly down the image on the screen.
“Let me know how she tastes. I like feisty women.”
Chapter Two
“The boss wants to see you.”
Delaware Brooks looked up at her officious supervisor, Nancy, in surprise.
“The boss?” she asked vaguely, hoping she meant someone other than the new
“Yes, the boss. The
Templeton McAdam. Now hurry up.”
Oh bugger.
“Did I just hear what I thought I heard?” Quinn Markwell, her best friend, sidled up to her.
She smiled at him indulgently. “Quinn, I’d imagine even under wet cement with
Powderfinger
on full volume you would hear things that are none of your business.”
He flounced down in the seat beside her crossed his legs and leaned in. “Come on, you know you love me.” He pursed his lips, his eyes alight with mischief.
“We really have to find you a new boyfriend. You have too much idle time on your hands, Quinny.” He was impossible, but adorable, and the sooner he had a new beau, the happier
“I was thinking of checking out the new Chief, but it seems like he’s interested in checking you out.” Quinn looked around him to make sure no one was listening. “Do you think he’s read your emails?” He rolled his eyes dramatically at the thought.
“They were personal emails.”
Oh crap, I’m very likely screwed
. She had no justification, or even a convenient lie ready, to excuse her behavior.
“Corporate email shall not be used for any personal matter, and penalties will apply to staff who do so,” Quinn chanted obediently as if he was spouting from the book of
Hindsight Executive Managemen
t rules.
How many emails have I sent?
The answer was lots. Her stomach knotted at the content of some of them.
Double crap.
“Maybe he wants to discuss wedding arrangements?” Quinn suggested brightly, if not sarcastically.
They and several others in the office had enjoyed her silly emails back and forth about her and the unknown Templeton McAdam, who she called her fiancée. It had been a way of poking fun at an unidentified boss that everyone was worried would in and disturb their neat little world. If that was what he was calling her in for, surely he would be able to see the humor in it.
Wouldn’t he?
“Have you done anything else wrong, other than raid the stationery cabinet?”
“Everyone does that,”
Quinn tipped his head to the side, as if weighing her options.
“Well, you can always fake it
─
oh that’s right, you never fake it with him. What did you say in your email? He has the stamina of a bull, and the ability to make your toes curl up in ecstasy just by looking at you.”
“Because you’re Delaware Brooks, and you like to have fun at the expense of people in power.”
“It may be nothing.” She stood up and smoothed down the black mini skirt she wore. The knee boots that had been pinching her feet all day no longer worried her. She had other things to stress over.
Quinn stood as well, and smoothed down the collar of
“Come with me, Quinny. Staff members are allowed to have a peer present during meetings with management.”
He looked at her in horror. “I love you, but no way. I don’t want him connecting me in any way with you.” He gave her a push to move. “I want him to conveniently forget that my name was on those emails.”
“Drama queen,” she muttered as she walked off.
“You know it darling.”
* * * *
Templeton McAdam glanced at the woman who stood at his open door. His eyes ran down the full length of her body, and he smiled.
“Come in