Sinful Mates 1-3

chapter 3

Tobias is the first to step out of the elevator, he is in his black suit today, accompanied by a white

shirt and silver tie. His head is down, staring at his phone. He grabs his coffee off the tray without even

glancing up at me and walks directly into his office. Theo on the other hand has a grey suit on, and the

top three buttons on his white shirt are undone, exposing part of his chest. I have yet to see him ever

as polished as Tobias, or in a tie for that matter. Theo stops, grabs his mug, and has a sip. “Good

morning, Imogen,” he says with a wink before walking into his office across from Tobias.

I can’t help the blush that creeps up, making my face heat up. I quickly place the tray back in the

kitchen before grabbing the tablet off my desk. I hesitantly stand at the door to Tobias office, hoping to

god he is in a good mood today. Just before I knock, he sings out.

“You going to enter or stand out there all day?” His husky deep voice makes me jump before I

open the door enough to quickly slip in. Tobias is sitting at his desk, fingers typing away at his laptop.

He still hasn’t looked up. I stand there moving from foot to foot awkwardly. I find Mr Kane very

intimidating, he is always so formal, so serious. When I haven’t spoken, he looks up, his eyes pinning

me where I stand. My hands tremble slightly at his intense gaze. He cocks his head to the side waiting

for me to speak, snapping me to my senses. I step forward, clutching the tablet in my hands like a

shield while checking his schedule.

“You have a meeting at 12 with Mr Jacobs. I have also forwarded the proposals ready for your

meeting, and I am sending through now the emails received in reply to the conference meeting you

held last Thursday.”

“Is that all?”

“No sir, I need you to sign off on the charity fundraiser for the hospital.”

“So where is the document?”

I quickly look at my hands, realising I left the only required piece of paper on my desk. I internally

facepalm myself. I hold my finger up. Tobias rolls his eyes at me, clearly annoyed by my mistake with

his hand open waiting for the document. “Ah one-minute sir.”

I hear him sigh, annoyed. I duck out and retrieve the document before sliding it on the desk in front

of him. He instantly signs it before passing it back to me, not even looking at me and instantly going

back to typing on his laptop.

I can’t help but notice that he looks tired. Dark circles hang under his normally vibrant blue eyes,

and his skin is a little paler than his normal golden tan. I stare off in space, completely forgetting what

I’m supposed to be doing, too busy admiring my boss. Mr Kane clears his throat awkwardly, dragging

me from my thoughts. He raises his eyebrow at me, catching me checking him out.

“Oh, sorry sir.” I stumble over the words. He shakes his head and I hear him chuckle. I turn around

embarrassed, running from the room and closing the door.

Mr Kane always makes me flustered. I always feel cloudy in their presence, I have even forgotten

to breathe. The last time it happened, I passed out. To be fair, I hadn’t eaten so my brain was already

mush. I awoke to Theo’s concerned face leaning over me, all while Tobias just stared at me like I was

mentally challenged. Like seriously who forgets to breathe? It is meant to be a basic bodily function,

and I can’t even get that right.

That was the day I realised why no one wants this job. It is incredibly hard to focus on work around

them, they can become a distraction without meaning to. I also find Mr Kane can be quite horrible. I

don’t think he realises the nasty things he says when he is angry. Luckily for him I have tough skin and

desperately need this job. I also make sure I have my tablet in my hand every time I do go into his

office on the off chance he throws something. I watched him hit the tech guy with a drink bottle once

when he was in a fit of rage. Seriously, the bloke has anger issues and needs some therapy orNôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

something. Everyone walks on eggshells around him except for Theo. The tech guy hasn’t been back

since.

Sitting at my desk, I laugh at the memory before turning back to my computer. My job is

surprisingly good and easy, plus it pays well. Not much physical activity unless you count answering

phones and carrying files. The only demanding thing is the hours. I am literally on call 24/7. I’m not just

their secretary but also a personal assistant, not that they get me to do much unless it is work related.

The hours can be ghastly at times, like working to early hours of the morning before big deadlines.

Hitting the print button, I walk into the printer room that sits off the side of the kitchenette. I’m

waiting for my printed document when the printer makes a beep before an error code comes up. The

paper tray is empty. Bending down, I open up the door on the printer and remove the tray before going

to the draw to get some paper.

The cupboard is empty. Walking out, I head over to the storeroom. Opening the door, I flick on the

light and peer around at the shelves. I sigh when I see where it has been placed. Some moron has

decided to stack it on the top shelf. Pulling the step ladder out from behind the door, I sit on it and I take

my heels off and climb up. I have to stand on my tippy toes to reach the box. I grip it with the tip of my

fingers and start to pull it towards the edge when his voice startles me from behind.

“Need a hand?” Theo asks. I gasp suddenly and jump in fright; I start to lose my balance. Quickly

gripping onto the shelf with my fingertips, I right myself regaining my balance. My heart hammers in my

chest. As my heartrate calms down, I become quickly aware of the hand that is grasping my ass.

Looking down, I see Theo’s hand holding me steady. I can feel his large hand pressing firmly on my

butt through my pants, his thumb between my legs pressing where my core is. Thank god, I have pants

on today and not a skirt.

“Ah boss,” I say, peering down at his hand. He seems to notice where he has grabbed me. A slight

smirk creeps its way onto his face. The feel of his large hand on me makes me blush, an unfamiliar

feeling washes over me. What’s wrong with me? I have to fight the urge to clench my thighs together to

stop the sudden ache between my legs.

When I feel his hand run down the inside of my thigh to my ankle, I gasp, and he pulls his hand

away. My skin flushing with embarrassment at me crushing on my gay boss. Theo appears to sniff the

air for a second, a sly smile creeping onto his face at my embarrassment. Theo then reaches over and

grabs the box I was painstakingly trying to retrieve.

He grabs it with one hand and pulls it down. I quickly step down the ladder and put my heels back

on before grabbing the box from him.

“Were you looking for something?” I ask, feeling all hot and flustered as I walk from the storeroom

back to the printer.

“Yeah, I tried to print something when I realised the printer was out of paper,” Theo replied, leaning

on the bench next to the printer.

I quickly loaded the paper onto the tray before inserting it back in the printer. Clearing the error, I

hit print. The machine instantly starts its task, printing out the documents. I staple them together and

place them on the counter. When no more come out, I turn to Theo. “Are you sure you hit print?” I ask,

raising an eyebrow.

Theo seems to think before speaking. “I think so.”

I roll my eyes at him and walk into his office. He follows behind me and stands in the doorway to

his office and leans against the door frame watching me.