Page 43 of The Mogul: Leonard

“Here we go,” Mia giggles and the others follow suit.

I turn my gaze toward where they are all looking and grinning, and my mouth goes dry. All the men have taken off their t-shirts, giving us a view worthy of the best swimsuit ad. How many times do they hit the gym to have those bodies?

“This is not fair. You can drool over your partners, and I should just shut my eyes?” I complain, and they laugh.

“You can always check out Leonard. It’s not that bad, is it?” my sister suggests, and my eyes automatically land on him.

He is a piece of art. With his suit on, he is sexy, but without a shirt, he is just perfection made flesh. His biceps slightly bulge, gripping the helm, and his pecs are so defined that I would trace that curve with my fingers for the rest of my life. And those abs? Is it even possible to have an eight-pack?

“No. I cannot.” My tongue trips on the words.

“Why not?” Dakota asks. I turn toward her, sheltering my eyes from the sun and studying her curious face.

“What do you mean why not? I work with him. I can’t just stare at him like he’s a piece of meat.” A very, very hot one.

They giggle, and my sister playfully pushes my shoulder. “Come on. You have noticed how sexy he is. Don’t play dumb,” she challenges me.

I’m not used to talking with my sister about men, especially those I work with for the most part of the day. I can’t start to think of Leonard like that, or I won’t be able to focus on my job. However, it might be too late. Every single rippling muscle is branded in my brain, living rent-free in each one of my wet dreams.

“Yes, I noticed. I’m not blind. But I can’t look at him like that.” It comes out like a whine.

The girls laugh at my expenses, and I cover my burning face with my hands. And it’s not because of the sun.

“Why not? It’s not like you’re jumping him. You’re…window-shopping,” Mia suggests, and we burst out laughing.

“Do you know how hard it will be to work with him after seeing what he hides under those suits?” I point out.

“Well, that’s easy. Ditch the suits and bend over his desk!” she giggles.

“Mia!” I scold, but there is no seriousness in my tone.

They all giggle like schoolgirls, and the guys turn toward us with curious looks.

“Don’t worry, honey! I was telling them about the first time we used your desk,” she hollers toward Elijah, and a flash of lust crosses his eyes. A grin appears on his face.

“What are they talking about?” Leonard asks.

Elijah smirks at him. “Sex. They’re talking about how I bent over the desk and fucked the shit out of her,” he explains so casually that I’m baffled.

“Elijah!” I scold.

Mia laughs, and I turn toward her. She doesn’t look upset about her partner telling others about their private life, and I’m surprised.

“We have sex in front of other people at the sex club. I don’t mind if he talks to his friend about it,” she explains, and it’s like she just slapped me across the face.

Seriously?

“Too much information, Mia. She’s not used to our conversations yet.” My sister looks at me sympathetically.

I open my mouth a couple of times, trying to think of something intelligent to say, but my brain has gone blank from the turn this conversation had taken.

“And I thought I was the one living the teenage era because I shared an apartment with a bunch of hormonal guys. You’re like puberty on steroids.” I’m finally able to elaborate on my thoughts.

“Well, when you start to date men instead of boys, things improve in that department too.” Dakota’s smug smile is unmistakable. We all get the idea of how Aaron is in the sack.

“Jesus, I need to find a man ASAP, or I can’t keep hanging out with you,” I murmur, and the silence that follows is almost comic.

The girls are all staring at me like they know something I don’t.

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