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“We need to get going. It’s work related,” he said as he looked over his shoulder to glance at Axel and Deacon. She saw their expressions change. She felt the atmosphere in the room change, too.
“We’ll talk about this later,” he said, and he sounded regretful.
“L.T. is going to be upset about this, isn’t he?” she asked as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. All three men stood in front of her.
They looked concerned and defeated.
“He can’t find out about this,” Axel told her.
“Not yet. Not until we finished this job we’re working on,” Quentin added. She didn’t unde
rstand that statement.
“What job?” she asked, as Deacon took her hand and brought it to his lips.
He kissed the tips of her fingers.
“We can’t entertain this attraction to you fully. There are things we need to work out,” Deacon said, making her instantly feel like shit.
“You know we have trust issues. It’s us, Mariah. We care about you. The attraction is there, but we need time to work things out,” Quentin whispered, as he started for the door.
She was disappointed and felt as if she had been used. In a moment’s heat of passion, they got a taste of her, got to make her orgasm for the very first time, and she couldn’t even tell them. She didn’t want to. She was embarrassed for giving into the sexual desire when they felt nothing more than just that. A sexual pull and a quick finger fuck.
She watched them go and Randy’s words echoed in her head.
They just want you as their little fuck toy. They’re wild and have crazy reputations. You’re better than that.
She stormed upstairs and immediately stripped out of her clothing. She wanted to burn the stockings, now embarrassed that she’d allowed them to rip them open and have their way with her pussy. What if L.T. hadn’t called? Would she have let them fuck her, too?
She hung her head under the hot water in the shower. Her thoughts made her pussy tingle.
“Yes, I would. I’d let them do anything they wanted to me. Let them finger me, eat my cream, let them fuck me, because I love them already. I love four men who will never ever be able to love me.”
She began to sob as the water drowned out her tears, and reality reared its ugly head one more time.
Chapter 7
Mariah stepped off the commuter bus and headed down the main street toward Armor Con. After speaking with Armando last night, his call a Godsend after what she’d let Quentin, Axel, and Deacon do to her, she was on her way to the meeting. Well, more like a tour of the facility and lunch with Armando afterward.
She smoothed out her slim fitting, Ann Taylor dress, minus the light button-down sweater she held in her bag. Her matching cream-colored platinum designer heels matched her dress perfectly, along with the light strip of cream-colored lace that fell below the hemline of her dress. When she walked, the lace stretched right above her knees. The look was very sophisticated, and she wanted to pull off maturity and class.
Just being in a city made her feel more professional and in her realm. She wasn’t blind to the looks she was getting as she made her way toward the office buildings. One man held the door open for her and winked. He had very kind-looking eyes. They were brown, and there was something familiar about him. She didn’t give it a second thought as she scanned the front lobby and located the main desk and directory.
“Miss Langcaster?” She heard her name and turned toward a tall man, dressed all in black. She felt her body tighten immediately and went on guard.
“My name is Henrique. I work for Mr. Secca. He’s expecting you. Would you please follow me?” he asked.
She nodded her head as he gave her body the once-over. Gripping the sweater tighter, she wondered if she should believe his word. She didn’t know him, nor did Armando mention sending someone to meet her.
She paused. He turned around and stared at her.
“Mr. Secca didn’t mention that you were going to meet me. Could you please call him and confirm this? I’d like to speak with him first,” she said. He just stared at her a moment and she wasn’t certain what he was thinking. Did he think that she was some pain in the ass woman? She didn’t give a shit. Her brother had always warned her to be in tune to her gut instincts and to always ask questions. People doing something wrong would screw up sooner or later.
He pulled out his cell phone and hit a number.
“Yes, sir. She is right here. But she will not follow me. She said you didn’t mention this. Yes, she would like to speak to you.”
He handed the phone to her and she felt her cheeks warm with embarrassment. “Hello?”
