The Girlfriend (The Boss) (31 page)

“A real therapist. Not Holli,” he preemptively scolded.

“Oh, you think you know everything.” I swished my ponytail behind me as I stalked away to the sounds of his laughter.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I’d thought that inviting someone over for sex would be really awkward. As it turned out, it wasn’t so bad. Emir was pleased to hear from us again, and we set up a meeting for the end of Neil’s second week in the cycle, when he would be feeling more up to company.

“Emir” from the dungeon turned out to be El-Mudad ibn Farid ibn Abdel Ati, a billionaire’s son from Bahrain. He arrived for lunch on a very expensive, very Italian motorcycle that he and Neil discussed at length, until I had to politely remind them that at least one of us could not subsist on engine talk alone, and they humored me by coming inside.

Over lunch, El-Mudad explained that due to his father’s business, he had a high profile not only in Bahrain, but in England, France, and Australia, as well, so he’d crafted the identity for privacy, as per the club rules.

“Even if someone recognizes me there, they won’t break the rules and mention it on the street, or to my father. They would lose their membership.” He waved a hand as though it would be unthinkable to sacrifice admittance to the club for a little bit of blackmail. “But you can call me Emir. I’m quite fond of the name, and I prefer to use it in these situations.”
 

With an easy smile, he sipped from his glass of white wine. He’d come dressed in a crisp white button-down, untucked over faded jeans. He’d arrived in a leather jacket that had looked so good on his broad shoulders, I personally resented Matthew, the quasi-butler, for offering to hang it up.

“I’m not really Chloe. I’m Sophie,” I said with a nervous giggle. I felt Neil’s eyes on me, watching in amusement. He was so going to enjoy seeing me squirm during this meeting.

“And you’re not really Leif,” Emir said, pointing to Neil with a smirk. “I’m sorry, I recognized you immediately. You sold a very expensive car to my father about four years ago.”

“Yes! The Reventon.” Neil leaned forward, elbows on the table. He looked so amazing today. Just the prospect of sex had invigorated him enough that he’d gotten dressed in something other than sweatpants. He wore steel gray trousers, and a lighter gray shirt with a slight sheen to it. Monochromatic looked impossibly good on the man. He gave me a sheepish glance. “Elizabeth felt that a Lamborghini was impractical.”

“Imagine.” I laughed with a roll of my eyes.

“Your loss is my father’s gain.” Emir lifted his glass. He didn’t hold it by the stem, but cradled the round bowl of it in his palm. All I could think of was how those fingers would feel curved around my breast, and all the blood in my body split into two factions, one marching south, the other rushing into my heated face.

“So,” Emir said, between sips. “I must know where Leif Arden comes from.”

“Two family names,” Neil said. “And I gave Sophie the name Chloe.”

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” If anyone other than Emir had said it, the words would have been impossibly cheesy. Lucky for me— and my intensely throbbing girl parts— it had been him saying it.

“Just so,” Neil agreed. I bet he thought it was a corny line. I didn’t care. “And Emir... where did you find that name?”

“An beautiful Turkish man I met at university in Paris.” Emir smiled thoughtfully at the memory, his long fingers turning the glass in his hand. “He was the first man who ever fucked me.”

Holy mother of what, Scaife, are you a hot bisexual billionaire magnet?
If ever there were a time that it would be appropriate to high-five one’s self, this would certainly have been that time.

“Oh?” Neil shifted slightly forward at that, and I was pretty sure they could both hear the sound of my accelerated breathing.

“When it comes to pleasure, I don’t discriminate.” He shrugged, and turned a teasing expression on me. “Don’t look so surprised. We have sex in the Middle East. I know you Americans think we’re all chaste upon penalty of public execution.”

“Something like that.” I was kind of embarrassed that I didn’t know more about the world. I was sitting here with two very worldly men.

We chatted a bit about “Emir” and his life. His father was insanely wealthy and open-handed, so after school in France, Emir had decided to indulge in his passion for speed. He raced motorcycles professionally and sponsored racers in other divisions, as well. He owned a Formula 1 car, and he and Neil could talk about horse power and torque and handling endlessly.

And, unfortunately, they kind of did, until Emir said, “It appears we are boring Sophie.”

“To tears,” I agreed.

“Then perhaps we should come to the point of this visit.” Neil placed his post-lunch cup of coffee in its saucer, then sat back. “As I explained to you in my email, I am currently undergoing chemotherapy for leukemia. Suffice it to say that treatment is taking a toll, and I haven’t been as... active as I would like to be.”

“And you would like my help making love to Sophie,” Emir stated, as easily as if he were commenting on the weather.

Neil’s pleasant half-smile didn’t falter, but his demeanor shifted just enough that I could see the tension in him. “I would like you to help me
fuck Chloe
.”

A slow smile bent Emir’s mouth. He looked me over, what he could see across the table. My hair was swept up in a sleek French twist and I wore a short, slinky slate dress Neil had picked out for me in Paris. The wide straps and square neck bared plenty of cleavage. Cleavage Emir definitely appreciated, judging from the way he rubbed the side of his index finger over his bottom lip as he appraised me. Finally he looked up to Neil, shrugged, and said, “I enjoyed our last encounter. I enjoyed lunch. Why not? Will this be a three-way, or—”
 

“I believe it will be mostly voyeurism on my part, though I would like to be as involved as I can manage,” Neil said.

There was something so dirty, bad, and completely wrong about listening to these two men discuss fucking me while I was right there, listening to every word.

Emir’s broad grin dimmed just a little. “One moment. I told my wife I would call her if I were going to sleep with the two of you, and I need to get my bag.”

“Oh. Um.” Neil coughed. “Certainly.”

Emir took out his phone, held up one finger, and excused himself from the room.

“His
wife
?” I tried not to shriek.

“If she’s all right with it, what’s the harm?” Neil asked, in the same tone one would say, “let the puppy chase the butterfly, what’s the harm?” He frowned slightly. “I’m agreeing to the same type of thing Emir’s wife would be agreeing to, you don’t seem too eager to discuss the moral implications of that.”

“Okay, I see your point.” I bit my thumbnail. “I suppose it’s okay. I mean, I really hope it’s okay.”

He slid an arm around my waist. “You want to fuck him.”

“I do.” I loved that I didn’t have to lie to Neil. “So do you.”

“Would that I had the energy.” He chuckled, and it wasn’t bitter the way he had been sounding lately.

“Hey, you’re calling me Chloe again?” I asked.

He nodded, his slight smile combining with his words to take my breath away. “Sophie is
my
sub. I have no problem sharing Chloe. But you, Sophie... I want you to be only for me.”

I took his hand and pulled it across the tabletop. “Always, Sir.”

Emir came back into the room, slipping his phone into his back pocket. “All right. So... where shall we go to do this?”

My throat stuck closed. I looked to Neil. I really hoped he would say right here, right now, because the anticipation was killing me.

Ever since he’d proposed the idea, all I’d been able to think about was the night at the club, and Neil watching me getting off with someone else. I knew the experience had been powerfully erotic for him, as well.

And I wanted Emir. Not only was he incredibly interesting and cool as a person, his sexual attractiveness wasn’t a subjective matter. It was absolute fact. He was so powerful and confident and when he looked at me, I felt like he could see into my head, to all the filthy things I imagined doing with him.

When Neil looked at me, I was pretty sure he could see those things, too. Maybe that’s what turned me on so much about Emir; deep down, he and Neil were the same animal.

“I did have a hope that this was a social call, and not about another Lambo,” Emir said with an easy laugh as we left the dining room.

My knees trembled as we walked toward the elevator. Emir followed behind Neil and myself, and when I looked over my shoulder, his gaze was exactly where I’d expected it to be. I exaggerated the natural sway of my hips just a bit. I have a great ass, and I play to my strengths.

When Neil took us up to the bedroom, I was a bit surprised. I would have thought he would keep another barrier there, between Sophie and Chloe.

“Is this all right?” he asked me, leaning down to whisper in my ear at the same time he pulled me tight against his side

“Yeah. If it’s okay with you.” I preferred the privacy there. The staff didn’t enter rooms without knocking, but they never bothered us when we were in the bedroom.

Emir went to the chaise in front of the window and sat down. “Shall we discuss our terms?”

“I’m down for anything except electricity, full-on punching, bodily fluids, or choking with belts or ropes.” When I heard it all tumble out of my mouth like that, I thought,
Wow, Scaife, you’re really getting good at this! You could do a BDSM report on the news!

Neil looked proud of me, too, and it sent a silly little thrill through me. He’d once told me he was happy to be my mentor in depravity, and I was glad I was proving a worthy student.

Emir nodded, as though all that were reasonable. “And I would like to add that anything we do must be safe. I brought condoms, and dental dams. I would like to know how we are to arrange this. Will I be taking instruction from you?”

“Some, if you wouldn’t mind. But I envisioned us working together. My goal in this is for Chloe to have the best possible time.” Neil stroked the backs of his fingers over the nape of my neck, and I shivered.

“And you, Chloe,” Emir asked. “What would you like from this experience?”

My face heated, but not from embarrassment. “To be perfectly honest, it’s been over a month since I’ve had sex. Which normally isn’t a big deal, but we were... “

“Very active,” Neil said with a quiet laugh.

“It’s no wonder.” Emir’s slow smile sent darts of arousal through every nerve in my body.

“And what would you enjoy, Emir?” Neil asked, adding cautiously, “As I said before, I’m not sure how much I will be able to participate, so if your interest is mainly in Chloe, I won’t be offended.”

“Ah, another time for us then, perhaps?” he grinned at Neil. “All right. We agree, Chloe is the focus today.”

I got a little kick of pride at the thought that he was already looking forward to a return engagement with us, and we hadn’t done anything yet.

“I use red and yellow as safe words,” I told him with a shrug. “And to be honest, I’m kind of nervous. Can we leave the kink mild today?”

“Of course. Nothing you are uncomfortable with.” He looked to Neil. “And I would prefer you stay in the room with us at all times.”

“I’m more comfortable with that, myself.” Neil’s palm turned and possessively covered the back of my neck. “Chloe, why don’t you stand up and take your dress off?”

“Yes, Sir.” I stood up, and my panties were already wet and stuck against my shaved vulva. I went to Emir and sank to my knees in front of him, with my back to him. “Could you help me with my zipper?”

The long drag of the fabric parting down my back seemed like it went in slow motion. My rapid pulse sped blood to my clit, and I almost moaned when Emir’s fingertips brushed against my back.

My mind flashed back to Paris, to the heat and intensity in Emir’s dark eyes as he’d worked to make me shatter beneath his hands.

I stood up and slipped the top of the dress down, then stepped carefully out of it and plucked it from around my ankle. I tossed it to Neil, and he dropped it on the floor beside the bed. I almost laughed at the hunger I saw in his gaze; there was a beautiful elation in seeing him this way again.

Emir stood up and slowly approached me, drawing slow circles in the air with his index finger. “Turn. Let me see all of you.”

The gray lace thong matched my bra, and the lace tops of my thigh-highs. I turned in a slow circle. My black YSL pumps made whisper-soft scuffing noises on the carpet, and I heard every one of them. Already, I felt my mind beginning to align itself with my body, any thought beyond anticipation and pure sexuality fading quietly away. Submission was such a nice mini-vacation, in that respect, a pleasure cruise through sex with heightened senses and emotions, and no thought to the outside world until.

“Very nice.” Emir’s gaze dropped to my feet. “Take off your shoes.”

That was a change. Usually, Neil liked me to leave my shoes on. I looked to him for confirmation, and he nodded with an amused crook of his lips.

As I stepped down from one high-altitude heel, Emir caught my hand and gently steadied me. He held on until my soles touched the carpet then he dropped to one knee. His splayed palms bracketed my slender calf and slowly glided up, hesitating at the top of the lace band. “I like these. But I’d like to take them off of you. May I?”

I nodded, wetting my lips.

“Chloe, unhook your bra,” Neil ordered me, and I moved automatically to do as he bid.

“Oh, yes, definitely unhook your bra, Chloe,” Emir teased, his knuckles brushing between my thighs, tantalizingly too far from my clit.

“Should I take it off?” I asked, sliding a strap down my arm.

“Yes, please.” Emir leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my thigh through the stocking. Then he reached up and gripped my panties, pulling them roughly down. “Take these off, as well.”

He buried his nose against me through the lace, and I gasped, swaying on my weak knees. I peeled the panties off slowly, dragging them down the slope of his nose as he nuzzled against my sex.