Darin shakes his head but doesn’t say anything.
“Tell me what?”
“Nothing. Just forget it. I have a lot of work to catch up. Is it okay if I follow you home after work to get my dog?”
“Sure.” I nod.
Suddenly both doors of their offices are shut and I am alone.
I shoot off a quick text to Enzo.
Curves: Sorry. My boss came in…
Pineappleman: No shit. Did you get caught?”
Curves: Yeah…kinda.
Pineappleman: That’s kinda hot. Do you still have a job?
Curves: It’s fine.
Pineappleman: That’s good. I gotta get going. Talk soon.
Curves: Can’t wait.
DARIN
I’ve just gotten a taxi from the airport and instead of going home to get some much needed sleep, I go into the office. I guess you could say I am workaholic but it’s not even really that. I know Faye is there. Just thinking about what she might be wearing today has my dick straining against my jeans. The woman drives me wild, and she has no notion of how greatly I suffer. I don’t think Faye understands how truly sexy she is. She’s a damn vixen who stars in my every fantasy. Some days I have to keep my door shut and avoid her or I’d be jacking off all damned day. It wouldn’t be the first time. She has this red blouse that allows me the perfect view of her watermelon sized tits. Fuck me, this one day, every time I wandered past her desk to grab a coffee I could see scraps of black lace peeking out from under her skirt at the tops of her thighs. She was wearing thigh high panty hose. So damn sexy.
Eddie would have my head if he knew the filthy things I daydream of doing to his sister. He knows how I feel about Faye, that she’s the best woman I know. He has subtly been trying to push us together for a while, thinks it would be great to have his best friend as his brother, but if he knew the thoughts I had about her, he might think differently. Nothing he does though to try and play matchmaker works on Faye. I need to just stop being a pussy and go for it myself. Eddie gave up on setting us up when I told him it wasn’t going to happen. I guess a part of me was scared if things didn’t work out with Faye that I could lose my best bro. Eddie is my best buddy and business partner. I grew up living a few houses down the street from them.
I admit that I used to assume that Faye was only Eddie’s irritating little sister who wanted to follow us around everywhere. As we became older and Faye grew into a woman, I took serious notice of her. Sure, her body is unbelievable. All those curves…those fuck me heels she wears…those fucking tight skirts that hug her ass… Those aren’t the sole reasons I worship her. She is one of the finest women I have ever met in my life. You could say I plunged deeply in love with her when their father was sick.
I watched her take care of him. She always placed him first. Him and Eddie. She put off going to college while Eddie and I were getting our business running. She set her wishes and desires aside for all of us, the men in her life. Then she was doing her own thing going to school and damn when I saw her for the first time after months of her being away she had evolved. She had certainly accepted who she was and fuck was she owning her curves she used to shy away from. Gone was the young woman who wore baggy clothes. In her place was a confident woman who wore well-fitted clothing.
When she first began working for us here at Dreamsky I almost told Eddie to do something about the manner in which she dressed. How in the hell was I expected to concentrate while having her strutting around in those skirts? In the end however, I decided I didn’t want him to know I have the hots for his little sister, and I didn’t want to miss out the damn perfect view every day.
Eddie is standing by the coffee maker starting up a new pot.
“How’d it go?” He asks. I haven’t spoken with him since I scoped out the building in question.
“It was good.”
“Well, get settled back in and then we will have a meeting to discuss where we want to go from here.”
“Sounds good. Where’s Faye? I wanted to ask her how Beans did.”
“He shit in my office,” he says with a snarl.
I bite back my laughter and take that as my cue to check my email.
Sitting my travel bag down by the door I take out my keys. When I open the door the sight before takes my breath away. Faye is on my couch. Her head is thrown back
and her eyes are closed. The black fabric of her skirt is pushed up to her waist. She’s wearing those stocking I love so damn much and her fingers are fucking her pussy. I’m half tempted to march over and finish the job for her, but when her eyes meet mine, I hear a man’s voice coming from her phone that happens to be pointed at the action.
Anger rushes through me. Jealousy.
“What’s going on, Faye?”