50 Shades of Drake 3 and 4

Torn: Chapter Eighty-Nine

    "Did you have those reports, Des?"

    Destiny raised her eyes to the expectant gaze of Zorica, standing in the doorway of her office. "I was...I was just getting to those."

    Zorica folded her arms across her chest. "Just getting to those?"

    Images of a naked Aubrey and Brian danced before Destiny's eyes. She lifted her hand and tugged at the collar of her button-down shirt. "You'll have them within the next half an hour."

    "Are you...all right?" Zorica asked.

    Even though Destiny's mind was made up, she'd been plagued by steamy visuals of Aubrey and Brian all morning. Riding Brian while kissing Aubrey. Aubrey standing behind her and pushing himself inside of her while she kissed or licked Brian. Erotic visuals stemming from a fantasy she should have never had.

    "Destiny?"

    "What? Yes. The reports." Destiny ran a hand through her hair. "I'll have them to you within the next half an hour. To do that, I need you to let me get back to work."

    Zorica stared at her for a moment longer. She opened her mouth to say something.

    Destiny arched an eyebrow at her. "Yes?"

    "I've noticed..."

    Destiny crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in her chair.

    Zorica closed her mouth and pursed her lips. "Never mind." She stepped out of the office and closed the door.

    Destiny's eyes remained on the door a moment later. Then she wheeled around to face her monitor. Only, she wasn't seeing the monitor. She was seeing a sweaty Aubrey securing a collar around her neck and tugging on the ring at the front of it, bringing her mouth up to his. She was feeling hands clamped tight around her waist, hands that couldn't be Aubrey's. Her eyes fluttered closed and one of her hands unbuttoned the collar of her shirt. She unbuttoned the second button from the top and slid a hand into her shirt.

    "Destiny, we need-"

    Her face flushed and she yanked her hand out of her shirt, but not soon enough.

    Brian's electric blue eyes burned into her. He slowly closed her office door behind him. As attractive as ever in one of his trademark suits, he still had his broken arm immobilized in a cast and sling.

    "I'm sorry," she apologized, her hands trembling as she fought to button her shirt.

    "You're apologizing for looking sexy as fuck?" he asked, striding across the room and walking around her desk. "Since when do you do that?"

     "Since..." The rest of the words died in her throat as he knelt down and kissed one of her knees. "Brian, don't."

    He laughed. "Don't? Right." He kissed her knee again.

    "Brian, stop it," she said, her tone a lot more authoritative than she'd intended.

    He rocked back on his heels and stared up at her. "What's wrong?"

    "Nothing is wrong. I just..." I just chose Aubrey, but I don't want to tell you that here at work.

    He studied her closely, and a disappointed look crept into his eyes. "Oh. I see."

    "Brian," she said weakly.

    "No, it's okay." He held up a hand as he stood up. "You've made up your mind. I knew you would one day, whether your decision was what I wanted or not." Heartbreak filled his eyes, but he was fighting to keep it out of his voice. He started backing away from her desk.