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“Perfect.”
She shook their hands because what else was she supposed to do? She had never closed a deal before to have sex with three strangers. Correction: She had never closed a deal for havingnosex with three strangers.
She didn’t know whether she was looking forward to disappointing three whole men, which would make her tally so far four whole men, or not.
No. She was Blakely Cohen. She was absolutely looking forward to disappointing them as payback for what they had done to her in one single morning.
Once they had boarded, she excused herself immediately and locked herself in a private cabin. She pulled out her tablet and laptop and then spent the next two hours trying to make herself focus on work before she gave up and just laid on the bed, her thoughts too jumbled to make any sense.
By the time they landed, she was back to her normal, efficient self. She took them to Briarbrook House, showed them where everything was kept in a very formal way, and then informed them they were having a late supper with their father. Not negotiable.
She didn’t know how to react when they agreed.
“A deal is a deal, Blakely,” Henry reminded her.
She didn’t wait around much longer than she absolutely needed, and once she got home, she took a long shower, pondered the ever-flowing wetness between her thighs, and wondered if she should make herself come. She hadn’t done that in forever.
She turned away from the flow of water, but the instant she closed her eyes and touched her clit, her mind swam with images of them.
Simon. Henry. Asher.
She allowed herself to picture them touching her, kissing her, and sucking her aching nipples into their mouths. She started to stroke a little harder. Her pussy became wetter, and her finger started to glide over her clit faster. She was so close. She couldn’t get them out of her mind. But just when she was about to come, reality shattered her orgasm before it could take hold and she was promptly laid back down to earth.
She was protecting herself; she knew. On the one hand, she wanted them to run away, but on the other hand, she didn’t know how to live with their rejection. She was overthinking a non-issue. She wanted them to turn around and leave. That was the only reason she agreed to their proposition in the first place. Either way, she was the winner.
She stepped from the shower, slipped into pajamas, climbed into bed, and slept like a baby, except when she started to dream about their magnificently handsome faces. Then she forced herself awake and continued reading her book.Eleven Best Habits of Self-improved People and How Not to Get Sidetracked.
Chapter Seven
Blakely glanced around the grand hall of the home of her boss. She had outdone herself on every level for this party. Andrew wanted no holds barred in terms of expense, and Blakely had employed a selection of event planners, and they had complimented each other perfectly.
Of course, she had arrived super early to make sure everything was in place, and of course, everything was in order with her in charge.
As for the dress she was wearing, well, she changed seven times before she settled on this one. The strange thing was that three days ago, she had already had her dress picked out and ready to be worn. But suddenly, the plain black body-hugging gown, which was appropriate for someone who would still be acting in her capacity as a PA, was suddenly not the one.
It was high-end fashion, naturally, but sleek and without any frivolous details to bog down the beautiful simplicity of the gown. Except she had suddenly found it boring.
Then she’d changed into a short black dress, a short red dress, a purple strapless one that showed off her cleavage, one that revealed every inch of her back, an extravagant gold one, and a layered princess dress.
And finally, she had asked herself if she was okay, which forced her to say yes, she was fine, which meant she reverted to the dress she had originally set out to wear. The long black one that hugged her curves with a slit in the back to facilitate walking briskly in heels.
She kept her hair up as was originally decided on by herself, and once she was done, all her attempts to suddenly want to look glamorous disappeared, and she looked exactly like herself.
It wasn’t as if she had a colossal proposition to deal with after the party. But for now, she planned to make sure Tanya’s birthday bash went off without a single hitch.
Andrew couldn’t thank her enough. He’d had a good dinner with his adopted sons, and his wife was thrilled at the way her party had turned out. So, points for Blakely there.
As more guests arrived, she saw less of Andrew. She also kept looking at the entrance for Simon, Henry, and Asher to arrive. She hated the stressed-out feeling playing havoc in the pit of her stomach. They had to come for Tanya’s party, or her mission would have been a failure. But if they didn’t come, did that mean they were rejecting her?
She was overthinking. It had nothing to do with her. If they didn’tarrive in the next ten minutes, she was going to track them down—New York wasn’t big enough when she was driven with purpose—and drag them by their ears and bring them here. And then she was done.
But suddenly, the air around her changed. Everyone’s attention turned toward the entrance. There they stood.
Her breath caught in her throat before she realized the same thing was happening to every other female around her.
Dressed in the tuxedos she had delivered for them in sizeperfect, they cut formidable figures, and it was hard not to stare.
Simon, with his stormy blue eyes, raked the room as if he owned it. And wherever he laid his gaze, he demanded absolute submission or fear.
