Club Endless Fantasy (Haremworld)

“Gina’s still working on it, but she’s too determined to give up without closing the deal. I remember how hard I worked on my first account. Nobody wants to come out of the gate with a miss.” Mark’s eyebrow twitched as he switched to the next slide.

Mark continued with his presentation, which confirmed what we already knew—business was great. Erik and I had already discussed a promotion for him, but it wasn’t time yet. Our plan to expand to New York was still a secret to our employees, but once we put it in motion, there would be a lot of promotions for those that were willing to relocate. Hal’s Pub had become critical to that expansion. We needed to impress Angelina so that Quintin Stone would help us shake hands with the right people—and if things worked out like we hoped, Quintin would be working for us once we opened our New York office.

“Thanks, Mark, keep up the good work.” I smiled and nodded as he finished his presentation and stood up from the table.

“You got it.” Mark left the conference room, walking with a purpose.

“He held it together pretty good, but did you see his reaction when you mentioned Hal’s Pub?” I looked at Erik and chuckled.

“Yeah, he’s about to go light a fire under Gina’s ass that will still be burning Monday morning.” Erik leaned back and put his hands behind his head.

“A little motivation is never a bad thing.” I shrugged and reached for my tablet. “Okay, what’s next for us today?”

“We’ve got that lunch meeting with the people who run the animal charity, and then the Renovation Manager will be presenting their department results after we get back.” Erik reached for his tablet and confirmed what he said with a quick glance at his calendar.

“And then tomorrow…” I looked at Erik and grinned. “Tomorrow we finally get to meet our virgin.”

“Damn, it’s been so fucking long, bro. I hope my dick still works.” Erik shook his head in disbelief. “I thought billionaires were supposed to get laid all the time. I barely have time to sleep, much less fuck.”

“We’ve got unique tastes.” I shrugged and aimlessly scrolled through my tablet. “I’m sure we could find plenty of willing women out there if we weren’t looking for one that was still innocent.”

“What do you think about the other part? Do you really think Angelina is going to introduce us to someone that we’ll actually want to be with—like, longer than just one night?” Erik raised his eyebrows and tilted his head.

“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about it a lot since she said it. She was right about us not feeling a connection. It’s just lust and then it’s over.” I reached up and scratched my head as I spoke, contemplating what had been on my mind since our meeting with Angelina.

“Yeah.” Erik nodded in agreement. “I agree, but I’m not sure it’s possible for us to feel that kind of connection.”

“I know.” I sighed and stood up. “Okay, I need to delete some emails before lunch and it’s easier to do that at my computer.”

“Same here.” Erik stood and followed me out of the conference room.

Erik and I had spent a lot of time analyzing our shared desire. We knew the origin of the fantasy, but we didn’t know why it was so hard to move on from it. Both of us lost our virginity at the same time, to the same girl, who was as innocent as we were. It made our brotherly bond incredibly strong, and that was the feeling we were trying to reconnect with. We tried it with other women, but it wasn’t the same. There was something erotic about watching a virgin quiver when she was touched for the first time—to see her desire manifest into something beautiful. We chased that need like an addict looking for a fix, and it had been a long time since we had felt that sweet addiction on our breath. It was long overdue.

“What do you think she’ll be like?” I paused when I got to my office door. “If she’s the perfect girl for us to share and to continue some sort of relationship with, what would you need?”

“A voracious appetite?” Erik smiled and shrugged, but then a somber look spread across his face. “Truthfully, she’d have to be amazing in every way. She’d have to understand that we work hard and we’re not always available.”

“Which is why we never date.” I nodded in agreement. “Even if we could find something special, we could never give a woman the attention she truly deserves.”

“She’d have to put up with my temper and your mood swings.” Erik nodded as he continued listing the qualities.

“Mood swings?” I scoffed and shook my head. “You’re the diva.”

“Fuck you, why don’t you come over here and I’ll show you how much of a diva I am.” Erik grabbed his dick and assumed a vulgar, macho pose.

“She’d have to appreciate Viking culture, right?” I tried to change the subject. “I mean, we are direct descendants of Erik the Red.”

“Allegedly.” Erik chuckled and nodded. “Even if I am named after him.”

“Okay, I have emails to pillage and plunder. Talk to you later.” I walked into my office and laughed as I sat down behind my desk.

She wouldn’t even have to be perfect. I really would like to have someone that I could come home to after a long day. Fuck, maybe I am the diva.

Saturday night

“A mask? I’m not wearing a fucking blindfold.” I stood in middle of a hotel room, looking at the black velvet mask Angelina handed me.

“It’s important.” Angelina reached out and touched my arm. “This is fantasy. You have to be willing to let go of the man you are and lose yourself in the moment.”