Page 34 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

But it wouldn’t have been if I’d stuck to my guns and insisted that we go somewhere else.

But no.

I let myself be lured in by his guileless look and his charm and his apron, and I walked into the same living room I escaped all those nights ago.

Instantly, the memories began flashing through my mind. What we did on that couch. Bending me over the table, my naked breast pressed on the glass as he drove into me. Tongues licking me out on the soft carpet. A cock slowly sliding into my mouth as my body shivered from aftershocks.

It all hit me wave after wave, yet somehow I still believed I could do this and have the meeting here.

I thought it was just something I had to get over, and maybe exposure therapy would do the trick.

Even when it became apparent that Jake was flirting with me again, and that Sam was staring at me with interest still simmering in his sultry gaze, I told myself that maybe I was reading too much into things.

I mean, I already told them I wasn't interested, so they would have to back off after that. It’s not like I'm the last woman in the world, and I’m not so irresistible that they have to have me, and no one else. Our night might have been crazy for me, but it was probably just an average Tuesday for them, considering how often they do things like that.

So I told myself that the flirting had nothing to do with me. Jake has a naturally flirty personality, and Sam merely has a way of looking at people like they're the only ones in the room.

It doesn't mean they still want me.

But as the meeting went on, it became impossible to ignore the blatantness of the suggestion. The fact that Jake kept sliding into personal questions. The fact that Sam seemed to hang on to my every word and need, and when I drank the coffee, he instantly got up and went to fetch me water.

That type of attention, I'm simply not used to it. I've never been the girl that guys fawned over. I've always been the cute friend that you fall for after knowing her for a while, never the one that triggers instantaneous lust. So this is very new for me, and it was making my body react in very unexpected ways.

I wonder if it's a game for them, but I feel myself falling for it anyway. That desire began to thrum into the atmosphere once again. Despite knowing I should stay away from them, just being surrounded by them with their intense gazes and their attention had shivers racing through my body, anticipation beating my heart, coaxing me with the wordsJust one more time.

Not to mention the memories that still bombard me now and then...

Eventually, I can't take it anymore.

I made an excuse and rushed into the bathroom to cool off, and somehow I had the bright idea that the only way to escape from this situation was to climb out of their window.

Yeah, dumb, I know, but I figured, hey, this is what girls do all the time when confronted with their exes or awkward dates.Except this is neither. This is a work event that I somehow struggle to remain professional at.

I've never been this flustered before, not even with Eric.

But with my heart pounding and my pussy pulsing, somehow my brain thought that this was the only way out, forgetting that I had brought a laptop and documents and a whole bunch of other things that I would probably need to leave with.

I guess I thought maybe I could pick up all that stuff later. For now, I just needed to get away.

I had climbed up onto the toilet to get to the window. In my view, it looked just about big enough to get myself through, but as it turned out, I either underestimated my girth or overestimated the window, because it’s not.

Or maybe it’s the angle. Maybe I would have been able to get out if the ground wasn't so far down.

Either way, once I get my two hands and my shoulder through the window, somehow the rest of me gets stuck. Stuck, as in, I can’t get back out on either side.

I try, pushing and pulling, but one foot isn’t enough to gain leverage on the ground, and I don’t want to break their toilet.

That’s when I’m faced with the humiliating task of having to call out for help.

I don’t even know who I’m hoping shows up. All of them would be similarly terrible, but when Adam’s amused voice says, “What happened here?” I want to die of mortification.

God, not him.

Maybe anyone but him.

While the rest of the guys have very intense energies today, he seemed the more laid-back one.

But he still managed to snag my attention here and there.