Twin Bosses' Intern for Christmas
Prologue
Chastity
As I stare up at the ceiling from Blair Hayden’s massive desk, a million thoughts run through my head. I can’t seem to focus on any of them as my boss — my boss, what am I thinking — runs his tongue with maddening slowness down the slick folds of my pussy. This is the kind of thing that happens to other girls. Girls like Megan Wells, who I went to high school with. She already had a modeling contract when we graduated. Every guy wanted her. This sort of thing doesn’t happen to shy, curvy girls like me.
Yet, Blair’s insistent tongue pushing into my slick channel contradicts me.
It’s really happening.
I close my eyes and surrender to his skillful mouth. I curl my fingers over the edge of the desk to hold on as he practically devours me. I’ve never done this before, but I can’t help thinking there must be no one who could ever match Blair’s expert skill.
Except maybe Liam. The treacherous thought creeps into my mind, and the usual guilt comes with it. How can I be so attracted to both of my bosses? How can I be torn between them? Sure, they’re identical twins, with identically perfect athletic physiques, deep ebony hair, and emerald green eyes. A girl would have to be on life-support not to find them attractive, but this isn’t ‘a crush from afar’ type of situation. I just had Liam’s cock in my mouth, and now Blair is licking me like I am his favorite ice cream on a sweltering hot day.
When he focuses his attention on my clit, it’s difficult to think about anything for a more than a momentary flash. The world starts to fall apart around me, and all I can see is light behind my eyes as the most intense orgasm of my life rips through my body. I still am confused, but I can’t seem to remember why for that moment. It all seems crystal-clear. The choice of Blair or Liam is obvious:
Why choose at all?
It’s only as I start to return to earth, my heart racing and my reading labored, that reality returns with it. I can’t have both brothers. I’m probably kidding myself thinking I can have even one of them for the long term. They’re the definition of major players, and I most certainly am not a player’s type. If it hadn’t been for that stupid mix-up at school, I would never have been in this situation to start with. As Blair moans and starts to lick me again, revving me up for another release, I’m not certain if I’m still angry with the school, or if I’m starting to feel a bit grateful that they sent me to the wrong place at perhaps... exactly the right time?
Chapter 1
Chastity
Even though it’s only eight-thirty in the morning, countless business-suit clad employees swarm around the office in front of me. For the third time, I try to make eye contact with the receptionist. I’m starting to think she’s just deliberately ignoring me. True, the phones never seem to stop ringing, and there’s a never-ending parade of people approaching the desk who need something, but I’ve been waiting here for ten minutes now without getting so much as a glance in my direction by that perfectly shaped face fringed with blonde hair.
Of course. They are always blonde. It’s even more unfair that her hair appears to be natural. Either that or she spent a fortune to get that shimmery blonde shade without any roots peeking through.
Giving up for the moment, I go to the coffee machine again to refill my second cup, but instead I decide to toss the cup in the trash. As nervous and on edge I am already, the last thing I need is more caffeine. I’ll be bouncing off the walls.
I make one more futile attempt to catch the receptionist’s attention but she still doesn’t look my way. With a frustrated sigh, I start walking down the hall. I half-expect one of the security guards near the entrance to stop me, or perhaps finally get a glance from the woman working reception, but no one looks at me or tries to stop me. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m so anxious I figure wandering aimlessly has to be better than standing in the lobby looking like an idiot. I can come back to the desk when they’re less busy... Or maybe someone will notice me as I get deeper inside the building?
Unlikely. Nobody seems to be waiting for me. I’m more convinced than ever that I’ve been sent to the wrong place by the school, when they matched me with the internship program. My plan is to major in accounting, and while I’m certain Hayden Enterprises has an accounting department, I don’t think they need me. They seem so busy and preoccupied, they probably even have time to take on an intern.
Finally, I find an open office and slip inside. I promised to email my friend Vicki with all the details of my assignment, and while I don’t have any yet, I could use a commiserating ear, or some advice. The minute she is out of class I’ll call, but in the meantime I can email and text her. We’re always there for each other.
Catching my reflection in the mirrored wall, I can see my eyes getting huge as I step into the office. A hint of doubt creeps over me. It’s so swank and fancy, it’s obvious the designer spared no expense. The client who commissioned him or her must have endless cash. The wall-to-wall windows form a perfect L. I stand in front of the glass for a moment, marveling at the sight of Manhattan stretching out in front of me. Like other New Yorkers, I’ve been to the Empire State building as part of a school field trip, but I never bothered to go back after graduating and before starting college. Whoever has this office sure is lucky. Probably a lowly accountant intern’s boss’s boss’s boss’s boss. I don’t want to get caught trespassing, so I better hurry. I stick my hand the pocket of my suit jacket — borrowed from my mom, who fortunately I share a size with, since we also share a curvy frame and similar shape — and take out my phone.
My thumb barely slides o
ver the unlock button when the sound of a door slamming makes me jump. I jerk and spin around away from the windows, immediately wishing I listened to the little voice inside that told me to stay out of this place -- both the fancy office, and maybe even the building.
A breathtaking man swoops toward me. He looks annoyed by my presence, and I can’t blame him. I have no business being there. As I open my mouth to apologize, he cuts me off.
“Who are you, and what are you doing in my office?”
I stammer, trying to get a response out of my mouth which has gone suddenly dry. “I… I…”
“Your name is Eye Eye?”
I shake my head mutely as he crosses his arms over his chest. At first, he looks terrifying and imposing, especially with his solid physique and carefully styled deep black hair. When a sparkle in his blue eyes and the slight twitch of his lips gives him away, I realize he’s not angry. He may be confused about my presence, but at least I haven’t irritated the wrong person on my first day of the internship.
Yet.
“Well, Eye Eye, unless you’re some kind of corporate spy, you don’t need to be in my office. Which department are you with?”
“Um…” I shrug weakly again, and shift my weight from foot to foot. I still can’t seem to speak.
He frowns, and the way his dark brows draw together creates an enticing furl in his forehead that I want to reach out and smooth away with my fingertip.
“Unless I miss my guess, I’d say you’re not here for customer service or answering the phones, since you can’t seem to speak. Hmm… are you a software developer for our team?”
I shake my head again, but finally manage to squeak out, “What do you develop?”
His eyes rake over me from head to toe, and I’m nearly certain I see a flash of heat before his lids lower to shield his gaze. “Your Next Ex.”
I shake my head, feeling like my neck is on a spring of a Jack-in-the-Box as much as I’d used it last few minutes. “I don’t have an ex.” I don’t even have a current. I’ve never had a current or an ex-anything, since I’m shy. And curvy. The curves probably didn’t scare away the high school boys, but my own self-consciousness certainly did. It’s not like I can hope to send any signals of interest when I get practically paralyzed around anyone of the opposite gender. Especially gorgeous ones.
Much like I am around this gorgeous person.
“Who are you?” I blurt out finally.
One of his brows arches, rising closer to his hairline. “I think that’s the question I asked you, Eye Eye.”
“Um, yes. Sorry. My name is Chastity Mitchell, and I’m an intern. At least I think I am, though um, it’s very possible I might be in the wrong place.” I say it as almost one word without taking a breath, and as the last word leaves my mouth I realize how squeaky I sound.
If I’m not struck by shyness with a frozen tongue, I’m babbling like an idiot.
“Ah. I’m Blair Hayden, and I own Hayden Enterprises, which produces the app, Your Next Ex.”
“Oh,” I say, confused. “I still don’t understand what that is.”
He indulges me with a crooked smile. “Your Next Ex is a hookup app. Perhaps you’ve heard of Tinder?”
I hesitantly nod my head. I’m vaguely familiar with the idea. I’ve never tried it myself, but I would have to be living under a rock not to have a clue about Tinder. My heart sinks and I’m more convinced than ever that some snafu on the college’s part sent me to the wrong business.
“I’m not sure why I’m here then. I’m supposed to be an intern, but I’m studying accounting. I don’t know anything about software development or for that matter—” I break off abruptly before I blurt something embarrassing like, ‘hooking up with strangers to have sex.’