Chapter 9
Invitation for a night out
I forget the time as I work away with the mess in the file system on the computer, and before I know it, someone sneaks up behind me and asks in an unnatural, dark voice. "What would you do if I kissed you." I turned quickly to see if it was the man who had been on my mind since I started working here; sadly, it was not him. Just my stupid tease of a friend, Kyle. He is laughing so hard he almost can't breathe, and I kick his leg. He knows me so well, and I know he knows I want one or both of the Matthews men. Nathan is a sexy buff silver fox, and Dominic is a sizzling hot, equally buff man. You have to be blind not to want them. Kyle stops laughing and says, "I know you want him." Like I don't, I simply ask, "Who?"
"Come on, Angelica. Dom, or is it Mr. CEO, you long to take the itch away? It doesn't matter to me as long as they treat you good. But I have a way to help you, my friend, and, of course, myself."
I can't just confess my mind has been totally slutty since I started at this company. I can only think of the Matthews men and how to get them. I am not looking for marriage, just to have them in bed. Oh god, I need to have them of one. The slutty mind and heart of mine wouldn't mind having them both. I am starved of intimacy and love and want to get my senses full on touching and tasting right now. I need the raw desire that comes with s*x. Please let me have him or them.
"Really, Kyle? So you think you know my mind? And how would you solve that and your own wants?"
"Don't pretend I know you, and those men are hot like the sin. Too bad for me, they aren't gay. I know they would love to get their hands on you. Well, The CEO, I don't know,
but I am sure he does if he's not blind. Anyway, I am taking you to a club tonight to have fun and celebrate you getting a job. Besides, it's a club that has a special floor down below for VIPs, and Dom loves it there."
Oh my, this sounds like fun and could be naughty too.
"Sure, why not? It has been a long time since I had fun. I need to get home to figure out what to wear."
Standing in front of the mirror, all dolled up, I am looking at myself. Wow, I can't remember when I last looked like a s*x kitten on wheels; I'm laughing at thinking like this. But I honestly look hot, like when I first met Brian. It's how I looked at 25 years old when I first met Brian and before he made me look like a dull gray mouse through his condescending comments. I loved Brian and wanted to please him. I know now he didn't want other men to look at me. I know what I felt wasn't love; it was only love for being noticed, and I confused myself into believing it was love. Thinking about love, I get a fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach and swirling butterflies; what makes me have this feeling? In my mind, I see two handsome faces with sexy, piercing eyes that feel like they can pierce my soul and read my heart like an open book. If only that was so. I stand in my room, watching myself in the full-size mirror. It's been a long since I wore makeup like this; Kyle would say I beat my face; it always makes me smile. And standing here, I look at my dress that ends on mid-thigh and semi-lose fitting, perfect for naughty fun if that would be the case. The top of the dress has a v-neck dress with a tight fit to accentuate each curve, and the color is black, which is one of my favorite colors. Yes, I am pleased with the mirror picture; it's a perfect outfit for a night out.
I walked out to the sitting room and found Kyle waiting for me. As I entered the room, he whistled and purred like a cat. Damn, girl, you're hot as hell on wheels. Dom will throw you over his shoulder and f**k you senseless. Or maybe it will be mud wrestling between Dom and Mr.Ceo to see who will win you. Kyle starts laughing, then abruptly says seriously,
"I mean it, you are so sexy, and I know Dom wants to get his hands on you."
Kyle gives me a glass of wine, and we toast for my new job and newly found freedom. I can't remember when I last felt this happy, and I am so grateful for having such a fantastic friend.
"Girl, don't cramp my style tonight. I need to find myself a hot man, too."
And he smiled wide. Then he looks at me with a strange expression as he says.
"Angie, you shouldn't think too much if you want Dom or whoever, go for it; it's not a marriage proposal, you know. Have fun, but for f***s sake, use protection."
My best friend, my protector, my funny brother who looks out for me that is who Kyle is. I have two siblings, twins Austin and Briana, who are 25 years old. Both are more on the severe side. My brother is in his last year of medical school, and Briana finished her degree as a physical therapist and just started working in a hospital. Austin hopes to get a position as a doctor in the same hospital. I get along well with my siblings and parents, but I'm more like living here and now, not so much planning and being serious as my siblings and father. I guess I'm more like my mother. My mother works as a first-grade teacher; she loves kids and enjoys her job; it's not like a job for her. My father is a severe man; he is a supervisor in the electrical engineering department at the company. I get sidetracked by my thoughts, and Kyle snaps me out of it with the clinking of glass; he toasts me, winks at me, and says.
"Let's go out and find ourselves some sexy men to have our way with."
Oh my god, he is an awesome friend who always knows what to say and what I need. I love Kyle, and the bastard knows it too; he is smug and knows too much for his own good even though he is good at pretending to be innocent; he is anything but that.