Double Dirty Trouble_An MFM Menage Romance

  Double Dirty Trouble

  Katerina Cole

  A Note from Katerina

  Portions of this book were previously published as Double Bossed by Nicole Elliot and Katerina Cole.

  Copyright © 2018 by Katerina Cole

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Contents

  Prologue

  1. Karin

  2. Nate

  3. Lawson

  4. Karin

  5. Karin

  6. Nate

  7. Karin

  8. Lawson

  9. Nate

  10. Karin

  11. Lawson

  12. Karin

  13. Nate

  14. Karin

  15. Karin

  Epilogue

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  Prologue

  Karin

  Too bad there wasn’t a box for desperate and broke. I scanned the screen for the last time. It was all there: name, age, address, occupation and employment status. Unemployed. That ten-letter word seemed to light up the box with a fluorescent hue. I scowled at the application. I never cared before, but it seemed to carry more weight flashing in front of me.

  By hitting submit, I was actually going through with this. I scrolled to the top again even though I knew I hadn’t skipped a single box. I could do this. I needed to do this.

  I was officially out of options.

  I was broke. I was going to lose everything. My business bank account was going nowhere. My pantry cabinet contained two packs of Ramen Noodles and a half-empty jar of peanut butter. If that didn’t scream desperate, I didn’t know what did.

  The pipes rattled behind me, and I sighed. Sometimes I was awakened at night when they creaked and hissed. I had nightmares that I’d wake up in a pool of water, flooded from the ceiling to the floor. And what then? How would I ever survive a financial crisis?

  The truth was I couldn’t. That’s why this was crucial.

  I had no choice but to lie.

  It went against my instincts. It defied every vow I had made. It broke an oath I pledged.

  I sank in my seat and pushed my cold coffee mug away from laptop. How had I let things end up here? I should have accepted defeat a months ago. But I wasn’t the kind of woman who could crawl home to her parents.

  I didn’t have time for second thoughts any more. I needed to accept that this was as low as it got.

  I moved the arrow back to the application and hit submit.

  It was either a wave of defeat or guilt that hit me. I had just done the unthinkable. I waited for something remarkable to happen. A sign. An instant message. Anything. Maybe I was waiting to be saved from the sin I had just committed.

  I stared at the screen, praying for a miracle.

  “Please, please, please,” I whispered, knowing I was being completely and utterly ridiculous.

  But then it happened. I clicked refresh for the tenth time and there was a message in my inbox.

  “Holy shit.” I was stunned.

  My fingers twitched as I tapped the email to open it.

  If it was a prank, it was a seriously good one. There was an email from the HR director of Nichols Development. I scanned the contents several times before letting myself believe this was real.

  I had a job interview. An actual job interview with the director of one of the largest consulting firms in the country. Suddenly, I didn’t care about the lie. I didn’t care about anything but landing that job.

  There was only one problem. I had no idea what I was going to wear. I dug through my purse, searching for my wallet.

  I had one credit card with a few hundred dollars I could spend. That was it. The last little bit of spending money I had, if I could call it that. If I was going to land a job I had to dress for the part. I decided to hit the consignment stores. My budget would only take me so far.

  I had to believe this could change my life. Something had to.

  One

  Karin

  I stopped in front of Nichols Development and moved my hands over my skirt, trying to straighten a non-existent crease. I had a job interview as an Executive Assistant. Assistant. I couldn’t believe things had gotten this bad. Being anything other than an Executive, myself, wasn’t the plan. It had never been a plan. I didn’t work long hard hours for my MBA for this. I closed my eyes.

  But things were bad. I’d applied for one job after another. I interviewed with top firms. I’d even tried small boutique firms. Nothing. The competition for an MBA was fiercer than I had expected. So, I did the only thing I could—I started working down the chain, instead of up. God, I hoped today was my lucky day. I needed this position.

  I looked at my skirt suit again and frowned. I was nervous about what I was wearing. I’d changed clothes five times before settling on a dark gray skirt suit, and even now I wasn’t quite sure if this was a good choice. I clutched the strap of my bag. Ok, Karin, you can do this.

  I had convinced myself that under-qualifying my skills on the application was only a tiny white lie. It wouldn’t hurt anyone. Actually, it would help them. I would be an asset they didn’t know they had. I could keep my degrees to myself until the job market opened up a little.

  I passed through the front doors and went to the elevators, looking at my notes again for directions. The interview was on the fourth floor in the conference room. I took a deep breath and stepped inside the empty elevator. As the doors closed behind me, I examined myself in the elevator mirror.

  I had a long, dark blonde hair that was now pulled in a ponytail, and I’d applied a bit of mascara, light foundation, and a light pink lipstick that went well with my bright green eyes. Usually, I liked applying eyeliners and eye pencils to emphasize my eyes, but I didn’t want to appear as if I was trying too much. I was a natural beauty with the curvy hips and sexy legs, which I was proud of.

  But there were times when people couldn’t see beyond that. They didn’t see who I was. What I was capable of. I graduated the top of my business class. There was more to me than curves and pouty lips.

  I took a lipstick out of my bag and applied it again. I needed this job. It was becoming urgent. No—it had already become urgent a long time ago. My bank account was at zero and the debt was mounting.

  I had rent to pay. Credit cards. Student loans. And that didn’t even touch what it cost to job hunt. If I let myself think about it, my stomach would curdle. I couldn’t get sick today. I had to bring my A-game.

  The elevator doors opened and I exited into a busy hallway. Everyone was just rushing somewhere, carrying papers and talking loudly to each other, and I felt a bit excited. I would love to work here. Truth was, I’d love to work anywhere. It was an added bonus if people liked the company.

  As I walked down the hallways I reminded myself of all the answers I’d practiced in the shower. I had to keep things concise and simple. There was no room to let case answers slip out. As soon as someone realized I was overqualified I could be out before I got to the second question.

  I stopped in front of the conference room and took a deep breath. Interviews. Was there any person who loved them? For me, they were awful. I’d never liked tests and being evaluated, The butterflies attacked my stomach in large swarms.

  I knocked on the door.

  “Come in,” someone from the other side called.

  I pushed the door open and stepped inside. I halted abruptly.

  Was I in th
e right room? Was this possible?

  The butterflies in the pit of my belly intensified—this time for a completely different reason. Oh my God.

  Men didn’t look like this, did they? They were gorgeous and sexy. As if they had somehow walked off the cover of a men’s fitness magazine. I paused, trying to gain my balance.

  One of them had a light brown hair and green eyes that had been filled with irritation, but the moment they landed on me they flashed with interest. He was athletic and lean—opposite from the guy that sat next to him, who was extremely muscular and had a husky build. His shoulders were very broad, and I couldn’t help but imagine myself being embraced with those big, strong arms. His dark chocolate eyes were studying me carefully, a polite smile on his face. His dark hair was cut short, unlike the man with green eyes, who had grown out layers.

  For several moments none of us said a word. My cheeks started to burn. I wasn’t sure if they were checking me out, or if I was so stunned by them I misinterpreted what was happening.

  I cleared my throat. “I am sorry, but I am not sure if I am at the right place. I’m Karin Smith. I applied for an assistant position, and I came here for an interview.”

  They briefly looked at each other before the muscular guy spoke. “You’re the right place, Ms. Smith. I am Lawson Drake and this is my partner, Nate Bryson. We are the ones that are looking for a new assistant.” He motioned with his hand at Nate and then pointed at the seat across from them. “Please, take a seat.”

  I swallowed, looking back and forth between them. My nervousness had just doubled. They were my potential bosses? Oh shit, this was not good. If they were the actual Executives, I was supposed to work for, how could I pretend I was less qualified? My interviewer was supposed to be someone from HR. Shit.

  I had made a vow to myself that I was going to get a job today. I was willing to do whatever it took to get it—even play a little dumb.

  I nodded, feigning composure. “Thank you.”

  As I sat in the chair, I glanced at Nate. He was still silent. His beautiful green eyes were on my breasts, unblinking, and I shimmied on my seat. I felt hot again and I started breathing a bit faster.

  I didn’t know if I should be content that these two hot guys could be my bosses or feel uncomfortable. They were both so attractive—their dark business suits enhancing their appearance—and I had to try harder to focus on here and now and stop ogling them.

  “Our HR manager is out of the office, so you will have this interview with us. I hope that is okay with you?” Lawson explained.

  Just my luck. I did my best not to give away how nervous I actually was. Nate’s gaze was intense, and it made me feel overly self-conscious.

  “Yes, of course,” I lied. None of this was ok. Not the way the interviewed surprised me, and not how they made me react. Control was the last thing I had.

  “Good.”

  “Can we take a look at your CV?” Nate finally spoke, and my insides stirred. I found his voice unusually attractive—a bit husky, but deep.

  “Yes,” I replied and took my CV out of my bag. I handed it to him, shuddering when his gaze lingered on me a few seconds longer.

  I glanced at Lawson, but that only made things worse, since his dark eyes have been a bit glazed, and I squirmed on my seat. I recognized that look. He wanted me.

  What was happening? Had I lost my mind? I needed to focus on the job at hand. Not their hands.

  “Okay, so we are looking for someone highly responsible and motivated,” Lawson started. “We are especially interested in your attention to detail and communication skills. Our firm is working with one of the biggest clients in the development field, and we deal with the extremely important issues on a daily basis. Those issues are worth millions, so I hope you can understand why competence and the ability to work hard are very important to us.”

  I swallowed again, my mouth becoming unusually dry. The way he said it, it sounded like I would have more responsibility than a typical assistant. I could get on board with this plan. It somehow made me seem like a better candidate. Even if I couldn’t tell them that.

  “I understand,” I gave my best to maintain my voice steady.

  “From what I see here,” Nate started, “You have limited experience.” He raised his eyes to look at me, once again stopping on my breasts for a moment, and I clenched my fists on my lap. I’d decided to leave the two top shirt buttons open, which revealed my breasts a bit, but now I wasn’t sure if that was a good—or smart—decision at all.

  I couldn’t deny that I kind of liked their attention and approving glances. I knew I shouldn’t, but there was something powerful about these two men checking me out so blatantly.

  “That’s right.” I had to hold in the information on the firm I interned for during business school. “But I’m a quick learner. And I’m extremely dedicated to whoever I work for.”

  “Is that so?” Lawson’s eyebrows rose.

  “Why did you decide to apply here?” Nate asked.

  I crossed my legs and noticed his eyes moving down to them immediately. They flashed with desire and he licked his lips. I looked at Lawson, hoping for a distraction from these tense moments, but his eyes were also sliding over my exposed thigh and I couldn’t help but imagine them both all over me.

  Oh my God. Did I just think that?

  “I’ve heard only the good things about Nichols. I did some research and this is the kind of company that would be the perfect fit for me. A place like this keeps its employees motivated. I could tell that walking through the doors today.”

  I couldn’t quite tell them that I was desperate and Nichols was the only company that had called this week.

  “I see that you are still in school. Can you tell us why you decided this job is the right choice for you?” Lawson asked.

  I started fidgeting with my hands on my lap, but then I reminded myself I had to pull this off with calm and confidence. I rested my palms against my thighs.

  “I’m detail oriented in office administration. I’ve always been interested in high level procedures and protocols. As a meticulous person, I am good at conducting research and spotting every tiny detail that some other people might have missed.”

  I continued talking, doing my best to focus on how to present myself as the best candidate. Their piercing stares never faltered, and I found myself growing more restless. My pussy started throbbing, and I pressed my thighs against each other, surprised with my reaction. I couldn’t help but think how hot they were. I wished I’d met them somewhere else because if they employed me, I wouldn’t be able to do anything about how my body reacted.

  Both? I shook my head subtly, uncrossing and crossing my legs again.

  But this interview wasn’t about my love life. This interview was everything about getting control of my finances. I couldn’t do that if I didn’t land the job.

  Nate asked me another question, and I convinced myself everything was going to be alright.

  It was either that, or I was going to go bankrupt.

  Two

  Nate

  Get a grip, man. I shook my head slightly, completely unable to focus on this interview. All I was thinking about was this gorgeous woman sitting right across from me. She was fucking hot.

  I’d complained about having to sit in on the interview this morning, and I’d wanted to be anywhere else but in this conference room. Our HR manager usually handled it, and I hadn’t been happy about having to add this interview to my long list of tasks for today. I’d come here prepared to be bored to death and deal with some dull or clueless chick, but Karin Smith was anything but that.

  Who would have thought I would be so attracted to a woman who had come to our office for a job interview? There were plenty of beautiful women around our firm, and it was nice working in a place that had such a “gorgeous view”, but I was always able to keep my hands off them. It wasn’t that hard, because as much as I found them sexy, I had control. I knew how to hold in my urges and give in t
o them with the women who weren’t part of Nichols.

  Karin, on the other hand. She was simply one of the most beautiful women I’d ever met and there was something truly intoxicating about her. Those bright green eyes were pulling me in, making me want to discover much more about her. Her long, blonde hair looked so soft, and I thought about moving my hands through it a few times. I even imagined grabbing a handful of her hair and keeping her in place while I pounded her.

  I shifted on my seat, trying my best to ignore my erection. I was hard since the moment I saw her step through that door, and I was completely distracted. I kept looking at her legs and tits, and my dick throbbed more painfully with each passing minute.

  Her hips were curvy—just the way I liked them—and her smooth, firm thighs just begged for my touch. Her breasts were big, and I doubted they would fit my big hands. I wanted to kiss them. I wanted to kiss every inch of her.

  I shifted on my seat again, vaguely hearing Lawson say, “Tell me what you would do to improve the productivity in the office.”

  “Well, that would definitely be not to multitask, but focus solely on one issue at a time. We should create our own schedules and stick to them,” she immediately responded, without taking any time to reflect on the question, and I was surprised with her confidence and capability. As she continued talking she sounded so sure of herself, and I had to give it to her. She wasn’t only good looking, but she was also sharp as a tack.

  “What drives you to work harder and improve as a professional?”