Four Kicks - Stephanie Brother Page 0,15
never fails to flash a big smile as he’s coming and going. Nathan sometimes appears distracted, but usually gives me a greeting full of flirtation and double entendres. Ash mostly only offers a small nod, but his eyes say volumes about what’s on his mind and it’s dangerous stuff. Derek is more unpredictable – sometimes talkative and friendly, other times in a hurry.
He’s at my desk right now, helping me with a computer question that Amy couldn’t answer. It’s a tight fit with him next to me, the bulk of him barely fitting between the wall and the desk, and we’re so close that the fresh scent of his aftershave fills my senses. I should move away for my own protection, but I’m trapped.
“The files you need should be in this folder.” Derek’s massive forearm reaches past me to move the mouse and I stay laser-focused on the screen so I don’t notice how long and thick his fingers are.
“Thank you. I thought I looked there.”
“Things could be better organized.” I appreciate him not making me feel stupid for overlooking the folder. “How’s everything else going?” He straightens and takes a step back, but the nearness of him is still extremely distracting.
I can’t help but recall Nathan’s taunt, when he told me that all four of the men like to get with one woman. What would it be like to wrap myself around this massive man?
I let out a deep breath and paste a big smile on my face, returning my focus to company business. “Everything’s great. I’m still getting up to speed on some things, but I hope I’m helping out.”
“You definitely are. From everything I hear, you’re doing great. We’re all glad to have you.”
Glad to have me. Aargh! Why can’t I leave my libido at home when I come into work?
“Need anything else?” he asks.
“I’m all set. Thanks again.” If he only knew what kinds of things were running through my head while I keep a professional expression on my face.
“Okay. I’m on my way out, but I’ll see you at the meeting this afternoon?” Derek tilts his head to the side and smiles and suddenly reminds me of a big, friendly puppy. Very endearing. I never knew a man his size could be so adorable.
“See you then.”
Three times a week, there are office meetings in the afternoons, with the purpose of keeping all of us in the loop on project developments, new prospects and other business.
The meetings are usually brief, but they’re still the hardest part of the day for me. Being in a conference room with the four men can be overwhelming. Even with Amy there as a distraction, my body still reacts to the nearness of Nathan, Ash, Derek, and Landon.
I go into a semi-panic mode on Wednesday when Amy gets a text and needs to leave mid-meeting to pick up her daughter. Left alone with the fantastic fuckable four, it’s nearly impossible to focus on the business agenda.
I yank my attention back to Nathan, who’s talking about a prospective client, but it’s his playful eyes and strong jawline, visible even beneath his trim beard, that keep drawing my focus.
Then Landon gives a report on one of the current builds and I’m distracted by his unruly hair. I imagine reaching over and pushing back the long blond strand that flops over his brow, and then sliding my fingers down over the stubble on his cheeks.
These men make me feel like a ridiculously horny teenager, nearly unable to control my impulses, but it’s not my fault. I’m convinced that any woman in my position would be having the same thoughts. Clearly, from what Amy’s said, many women do fall prey to their irresistible good looks.
The important thing is that I am controlling my impulses. Sure, my mind runs wild when I’m with them, but I’m not acting on my desires.
“What do you think, Lacy?”
Oh, shit. One of them was talking to me, and I was so wrapped up in fantasy that I don’t even know who spoke. “Sorry, what’s that?”
It’s Derek. “We’re going out for drinks after work. Are you available?”
The pen I’d been holding slips out of my hand and rolls off the table onto the floor. “Oh, umm, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Landon retrieves my pen and holds it out to me. “Why? Because you’re dating someone?”
I pause for a beat before answering. “Yes.”
“Is it serious?”
The vaguely unsatisfying dates with David flash through my mind. “Well, no, but –”
“Then why not