What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (206 page)

Rachel grinned and I knew from the look on her face that she had. I was shocked. Part of me knew I should be disgusted, but the truth was I wasn’t. “Let’s go mingle.” She avoided my question and I allowed her to lead me around, mouth gaping at the sensual scenarios that began playing all around me almost as if I’d dreamed them up.

We were on the third floor of the building, one that was used exclusively for these staff parties. When I’d first been shown the floor, I thought it was a waste of unused space. Now I understood why they kept it free from other uses.

My eyes roamed around the room and fell on Samson resting on one of the oversized couches. A beautiful woman knelt at his feet, her face resting against his calf with a dreamy smile in place. For reasons I couldn’t even begin to understand it sent a pang of jealously through my thoughts and I instantly hated her.

His eyes met mine and a small smirk fell upon his beautiful features. My core clenched and I stood mesmerized. When he motioned me over with his hand, for a moment I couldn’t make my feet move. Then, as if drawn by some invisible force I walked over to him, sitting down on the side where the woman wasn’t kneeling.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” His hand reached down to stroke the woman’s hair and again I felt envious. The timbre of his voice pulled my attention to his eyes and I noticed his gaze was riveted on my face not the woman he was petting.

“I’m getting an education, I guess.” I whispered the words, not sure why I did so when the rest of the room seemed to be overly loud.

“Not everything has to be about the job, Zoey.” He smiled at me and then did the unthinkable. His long fingers moved to his belt, undoing it.

I couldn’t think of one witty thing to say as he unbuttoned his pants, slid the zipper down, and then reached down to pull his cock out. For the briefest moment I panicked thinking he expected me to do something with that monstrosity he’d just unleashed, but the woman at his feet lifted and took him into her mouth.

My breath caught in my throat and I watched as she pleasured him, the sight so beautiful that I ached from just viewing it. I knew I shouldn’t sit there watching my boss get sucked off. I definitely shouldn’t have wished for a brief second that it was me doing that to him!

“Haven’t you ever just wanted to let go and allow someone to pleasure your body for no other reason than because it pleases them?” His hand tangled in the woman’s hair forcing her down on his massive length and pulling her up again. Her face was filled with ecstasy as she allowed him to fuck her mouth.

I forced my eyes back to his face. “I. Have. To. Go.” Standing up quickly, I almost lost my balance. The soft chuckle forced my feet to walk away quickly and I ran back to the bathroom locking myself in one of the stalls. He let that woman suck him in front of me! How was I supposed to deal with that?

Closing my eyes I tried to dredge up some anger that my boss had just had oral sex right in front of me. I couldn’t do it. Not only could I not do it, I was so horny at the moment that all I could think about was lifting my skirt and letting my fingers bring me relief. Taking several deep breaths I refrained and felt more frustrated than I’ve ever felt in my life before.

I wanted to go home. These people were all just a bunch of sick perverts and working for them was screwing with my mind. Determined to do just that. I forced myself to walk out of the restroom and looked around frantically for Rachel. After several minutes of searching in panic, I ran into Miles instead.

“Everything okay honey?” His compassionate words combined with my earlier freak out left me so confused that I could only shake my head no.

“I really want to go home and I can’t find Rachel.” The words sounded weak and frightened and I hated allowing my insecurities to shine through to this man.

“Calm down.” Miles wrapped my arm in his and pulled me out of the room that was sinking more into debauchery by the second. We walked down a hall and into a room filled with an oversized couch and table. “Wait here and I’ll see if I can find her.” He left me alone, giving me time to get my emotions back in order.

These were people I worked with, and seeing them so open about their sexuality had done something to me that I wasn’t sure I liked. I had my life in perfect order. There was no place in it for acts of sexual depravity and I didn’t want to think about that side of my life that I’d blocked away. Well outside of my work, I relented. The truth was I was pissed that it made me feel things I didn’t want to think about.

“Leif said she was, um, tied up for the next few hours.” He looked uncomfortable as he joined me again and it made me feel that I wasn’t the only person not at ease with what was happening here. “Would you like me to drive you home?”

“I could call a cab.” I didn’t want to inconvenience him, but I was ready to leave this party behind.

“I was thinking about heading out for coffee. If you don’t mind joining me I could drop you off after?”

I nodded. Anything that got me out of this building faster was a good escape. Coffee would also help clear my head of the alcohol I’d imbibed. I stood and we walked back to the elevators.

I wasn’t much of a car buff but the Rolls Royce suited Miles. Classic, but refined. Sliding into the passenger seat we rode in silence as he expertly maneuvered through the late night traffic. I was a little shocked when he pulled up at one of the lesser known coffee houses. It was my favorite because there was never a crowd. After ordering our drinks we sat down in a corner booth and sipped silently.

“How did you get involved with Samson? You guys seem like complete opposites.” I was half way done with my coffee before I broke the silence that had seemed amicable.

“We traveled in the same social circles and to be honest we’re not that different, Zoey.” Relaxed back against the cushioning of the booth I wasn’t sure how to explain what I meant by different.

I decided saying exactly what I meant was the only way. “I didn’t see you getting off in the room for everyone to see.” I really wanted to be pissed off about that but I was still dealing with my own wishes of changing places with the girl pleasing him. It really was confusing.

“Had it been a different night, you might have.” He shrugged but I could tell he wasn’t apologizing for Samson’s behavior. “Did it really bother you so much seeing him enjoy pleasure?”

I struggled again to be honest. “You just don’t do things like that in public.” Maybe that made me a prude, but I couldn’t accept that this was a normal thing to do.

“By whose standards? Who has the right to dictate what is right for one person and not another?” There was no anger in his tone, and I couldn’t even get mad by pretending he was trying to argue.

“Society?” That was lame even to my ears. If we as women hadn’t fought against rules of society I’d be barefoot and pregnant at the moment instead of working.

“Society also held the view that we should own slaves. I think you can do better than that.” Miles sipped on his coffee but I could see the smile he was hiding behind the cup.

“Okay maybe that was a bad example, but there has to be some line drawn between what is accepted morally?” My argument was weak to my own ears and I hated myself for not being able to give a better one.

“In public? Maybe. But when a group of consenting adults meets in a private place what happens behind those doors is up to the individuals.” He placed his cup down on the table and our eyes met.

“It’s a business Miles. What makes it unacceptable for say, a guy like my ex-boss to hit on me in the work place and then it be fine for everyone to just, for lack of better words, get it on at Fantasy’s?”

“Is that the real problem here? Are you worried that me or one of the other employees will come on to you and fire you if we don’t get our way?” He wasn’t being an ass, I could read the sincerity in those beautiful emerald eyes so I stopped to consider it.

“I don’t know, maybe?” That wasn’t really fair. Not once had any of the men at Fantasy’s came on to me in a way that was inappropriate, I decided to say as much. “I haven’t been hit on. That fear just lingers in the back of my mind, even more so now that I’ve seen how, um, free the staff is with sexuality.”

“Well then what you’re really concerned about is something that doesn’t involve us. No one would be allowed to make you uncomfortable at your job. As far as the parties go, those aren’t mandatory. If you don’t want to be involved, don’t show up honey.”

How much easier could it be? He was right, not one of the bosses, or the staff members had done anything at work that would be considered inappropriate during business hours. Things were more casual in our office, but I enjoyed that aspect of my job. I took a sip of my cooling beverage and nodded.

“I will tell you that no one will offer anything unless you put it out there that you’re interested first. That’s a rule for all employees, including management.” Miles winked at me and I felt a flutter in my chest.

What did he mean by that? Did he want me or maybe even Samson or the other men? The thought made me stop and consider that maybe they did, then I felt like an idiot. These men were beautiful. They had supermodels willing to curl up at their feet.

“I guess it doesn’t matter then. From now on I’ll stay away from the staff parties.”

The look that came over his face seemed almost disappointed, but his lips lifted in a small smile. “If that’s what you want.” I had to be just dreaming that he was disappointed by my decision. Didn’t I?

“I’m sorry I dragged you away tonight.” Instead of asking the question that was on my mind I pushed things back toward a professional level.

“Don’t be. I enjoy your company Zoey. If you ever feel like venturing out again, just let me know.” With a smile he stood, walked over to pay the cashier and led me back out to his car.

I wasn’t sure how to take his comment, but decided to take it in the friendly way I could accept. He was just being nice. Miles dropped me off at my apartment and I spent one of the longest nights imaginable replaying the scenes from the party through my mind.

When Monday morning rolled back around I decided to take his advice and my sanity by keeping things strictly professional with the company.

Plans

T
he next few months at Fantasy’s I avoided the staff parties and managed to come to grips with keeping my work life separated from what I knew they did behind the scenes. I’d interviewed all the backlog of clients and dealt with the Fantasy staff on the most professional level that I could bring to the meetings.

Nothing was ever mentioned about what went on there and I was proud of myself for doing the job I was hired for. Dealing with the clients became as easy as working with any other contracts at my previous law firm, it was the staff acting out the fantasies that proved a hurdle. It was time for our Friday meeting now and I was ready to unload some of my frustrations.

Lucas had become an absolute terror, and I’d wanted to backslap him after contacting several of his clients repeatedly to ask how they’d feel about changes. Conceited ass was too nice a label for the drama king and I wondered how any woman put up with his
I am better than you
attitude for longer than five minutes.

Walking into the room, I flopped down into the chair with a huge sigh. Dean brought coffee in and I was so mentally exhausted I didn’t bother to tell her I could get my own drink. It hadn’t worked since I started here so why would today be any different. She obviously loved pampering us all.

“Lucas should be shot in the face.” I didn’t mean to unload that way, seriously I didn’t. Being behind schedule was not how I wanted to end the week and I was feeling the pinch of the job.

Samson tossed back his head and chuckled. “If the ladies didn’t love him, I might agree. What’s he done this time?”

“Besides the fact that I’ve had to call dozens of clients three times or more this week to change up stupid ass details? Not much. We should be scheduling the scenes with the decorators not dealing with his diva needs for clarification.” I was definitely frustrated.

“Let me guess. He needs more insight or wants to change up every scene that’s outlined?” This was from Leon who was filled with as much humor as Samson and starting to grate on my nerves because of it.

I’d never get anything done if this problem wasn’t fixed. Thankfully he was the only staff member who’d given me a problem but unfortunately women tended to request him most which meant I had four more fantasies to deal with him on next week alone. “That’s about it and unless you want him drawn and quartered, I’d stop laughing it up Leon!”

This drew out chuckles from all the men and I allowed my head to plop down on the desk wearily. What the hell had I been thinking? This job was by no means easy! “I could use a trip to that island Leif, how soon do I get a vacation?”

“You just need something to ease the tension.” Miles walked over behind my chair and started rubbing my shoulders. I might have been uncomfortable with this kind of scenario if it were anyone else, but I actually needed the release at the moment.