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Miles returns a few minutes later. “I wanted to give you two some time alone. Did you try to be nice at least?”
“Dude, I’m profoundly unhappy with how you sprung this on me.” I rake my fingers through my hair. “There’s a million reasons why her being here is a bad idea.”
Miles sinks into his gaming chair. “And a million reasons why it’s an amazing idea.“ He thunks his legs up on his desk. “Many people underestimate my sister. They always have. She’s an admirable person when you get to know her. Will you do me a favor and give her a real chance? Please? She needs a win.”
I don’t want my relationship with my best friend and business partner to be affected by tension between me and his sister. He and I have too much history. I’ll do my best to move past my negative feelings toward Shay. Not to mention the complicated feelings of lust she stirs up in me merely by existing.
“I’ll try, Stodge. I will.” I glance at my phone and notice I have about a hundred unopened emails. “I’m not going to go easy on her though. Everyone who works here has to contribute like a boss.”
“That’s fair. Wanna grab a beer later?” Miles grins as he reclines so far back it looks like he’ll topple over.
I walk over to him so we can bump fists before I head back to my own office. “Sure. It’s going to be real late though. Someone saddled me with something unexpected today and my day got totally fucked.”
The image of Shay is a constant distraction during the rest of my day’s tasks. Visions of her permeate my mind as I put out various fires ranging from a disgruntled vendor to reviewing business insurance bids. As the day bleeds into evening and it’s time to meet Miles, I have no choice but to take matters into my own hand.
Ducking into my private bathroom, I pull out my cock and grip it tightly. Move my hand up and down in short, quick strokes. Needing more, I reach down between my legs and tug and twist my ball sac. Picture Shay’s plump tits spilling out of her black suit, taut nipples begging for me to suck on them. Imagine myself bending her over, ripping off her panties and sliding into her tight, wet heat. Smell her arousal as she creams around my dick. Hear her moan my name and tell me to fuck her harder. Feel her clench around my shaft as I pound into her like a madman.
White-hot heat shoots up my spine and I spurt all over the sink and floor. I slump back against the wall and slide down to sit and catch my breath.
Jesus. Shay’s still my every fantasy.
Can I fully put my feelings aside and objectively give her a shot?
Only time will tell.
Chapter four
Shay
One Week Later
I’ve been at Hungry Llama for a week now. Everyone here is awesome and has been nothing but supportive.
With one exception. Austin Andrews. Working with him is stressful. I never know what to expect.
Eh…scratch that. I do know what to expect. Snarky. Mean. Icy. Aloof. Condescending. Dismissive. All of the above. Always quick with a dig about cheerleading or my designer clothes or whatever comes to his mind. It seems like every interaction I have with Austin is a stark reminder of my apparent high school sin: being popular.
I don’t get it. I’m not clear when his feelings about me turned so nasty. Back then, he never stopped staring at me. Even after…
I mean, what was I supposed to do? My brother and I had considerably different interests, so we weren’t actually hanging out. Austin and Miles were shy and I was a full-blown social butterfly. While they played video games, I was always with my girlfriends. Going to dances. Partying. Fooling around with hot guys.
Anything to fill the void after my pageant life ended.
For years, it was all I knew. From the time I was a little girl until I turned fifteen, Mom and I traveled all over the country so I could compete. From the Washington State Cinderella Pageant to the Universal Royalty Pageants in Austin, Texas, I was on track to level up to feeder pageants into Miss Teen USA. Then…I had to quit.
I learned a lot during those years. How to speak in the presence of a crowd. How to take criticism like a champ. Organization. Confidence. Poise. Skills that came in handy for a relatively pain-free high school experience. Also, excellent training to deal with assholes like Austin, a.k.a. Mr. Judgypants.
I swear, if he and Miles weren’t business partners, I’d give him a piece of my mind. How he treats me is so out of line but I’m not going break. Or tattle to my brother. Miles went out of his way to help me get through this tough, scary time. My salary is excellent and the experience I gain here will help my career in the long run.
I’ll simply have to deal with an emotionally stunted jerkwad who despises me for no reason. No matter how nice I am to him, he seems to have made up his mind that I suck, which is annoying, but whatever.
As much as I’d like to avoid him, unfortunately, I’ve got to put up with his cranky ass for a bit. I’m in charge of Hungry Llama’s three-day corporate retreat at Crystal Mountain—which is precisely five days from now. I plan on knocking it of the park because no one can throw together an event better than me. But it’s no small feat to pull this off. I hope he appreciates the amount of effort it’s taking.
Who am I kidding. He’s going to give me all kinds of grief about the budget, which I need his sign-off on. Might as well get the unpleasantries over with.
As I approach his glass-walled office, I can see him talking to his computer monitor, which means he’s on a call. With a noon deadline looming to provide proof of payment to the venue, I have no choice but to wait. Oh well, it’s an outstanding opportunity to covertly observe him for a few uninterrupted minutes while he’s busy.
I mean, checking out grown-up Austin is no hardship. He’s incredibly easy on the eyes. No, that’s underselling him. He’s devastatingly handsome and takes excellent care of himself. It’s definitely hard not to stare. The transformation from awkward teenager to gorgeous, confident man is quite something to behold.
