Executive Desires (The Blake Boys Book 10) (8 page)

“So how was your date last night?” Tyler asked.

“I had a good time.” Both father and son said in unison.

“You had a date?” Bo eyed his father.

“You first,” Bo Senior countered.

“Tyler told me you had a date with Autumn,” Channing said. “She’s the hot, fun twin that looks like she stepped off the cover of a magazine, right?”

“Well, turns out I had a date with Autumn
and
Summer. I took both of them to the party,” Bo replied.

At first he was flattered that he’d managed to render three very chatty men speechless, but after a few moments it became insulting.

“Somebody say something,” he grumbled. “It’s not like I caught Big Foot.”

Channing smirked. “It’s just a little surprising, is all.”

“But it is possible,” Bo replied.

“Sure it is.” Bo Senior snickered. “Did I ever tell you boys about the time—”

“Dad, you’ve done enough sharing for two lifetimes these last few weeks. Why don’t you take a break today?” Bo turned to Tyler. “I think you’d be proud of me, Ty. I did learn from the master.”

“Ah, the challenge of dating twins. Brings back fond memories of a dalliance I had in Cabo with the Poole triplets. That was a fun long weekend.” Tyler sighed.

“The bad old days before Michelle saved your wretched behind from pointless encounters.” Bo Senior threw another gutted fish onto the pile.

“Who would have thought our resident nerd would blossom into a ladies’ man. You dog.” Channing held up his hand for a high five, which Bo reciprocated.

“The pupil becomes the teacher. My work is done.” Tyler did an exaggerated bow.

“Channing Blake, did you just high five Bo for dating twins?”

The men all jumped and turned around to find Cassidy standing in the doorway.

“Cassie, when did you get here?” Channing gulped.

Cassidy folded her arms over her chest. “Just in time, it seems. A messenger came by the house with the updated floor plans from Jared. I was headed to the construction site when I saw your truck parked outside.”

“Bubba, you should be ashamed of yourself,” Tyler said loudly and looked past Cassidy.

“Save it Tyler, Michelle is back at the house. I wonder if she’s ever heard the story about the Poole triplets,” Cassidy quipped.

“I said
giblets
,” Tyler croaked. “I was telling the fellas about the time I had giblets for lunch. It’s a real delicacy.”

“Baby”—Channing caressed her arms—“we were just congratulating Bo on stepping out of his comfort zone and—”

“How is Bo going to find a nice woman if you men encourage deviant behavior? Clearly he needs some guidance.” She went over and gave Bo a hug. “Bo, after dinner the ladies and I will be happy to give you pointers on romance.”

“Thanks, Cassidy. I could use some good advice.” Bo embraced her and widened his eyes as the men looked on in amazement.

“We’ll talk later.” She smiled at him but gave both Channing and Tyler a slap on the arm as she exited the house.

“How does he come off smelling like a rose?” Tyler said.

“Better not tell the ladies you fooled around with one of the twins last night,” Bo Senior said.

“How on earth do you know that?” Bo stammered.

“You have some slight bruising just behind your ear.” Bo Senior pointed to the spot. “If you weren’t with a woman, we need to have a talk about the proper way to use a vacuum.”

“So, you and Autumn are starting off hot and heavy, eh?” Channing asked.

“Actually, I don’t know which sister came over after the party last night.” Bo sighed.

“How the hell don’t you know?” Tyler scratched his temple.

He shrugged. “My doorbell rang in the middle of the night. I answered it and before I knew it, one of them was all over me.”

“Come on, Bubba, they’re identical twins, but surely they have obvious differences,” Channing replied.

“How long was it before we could distinguish Connor from Colby if Seth and Morgan weren’t around?” He gave Channing an expectant look.

“Fun times.” Tyler nodded. “I don’t see why Morgan was against a small brand on the bottom of the boys’ feet so we could tell them apart.”

“You had a brand on your forehead for a few weeks after she hit you with that lemon for making the suggestion,” Channing countered.

“And I guess asking for a name would have ruined the moment?” Bo Senior chuckled.

“I kind of assumed it was Autumn, the invite to the party came from her. I went over there this morning, but she wasn’t acting like we’d,” Bo waggled his eyebrows, “you know, shared a special moment, so then I got to thinking maybe it wasn’t her. And Summer was being a lot nicer than usual. So I threw out an invite to see Isabelle perform with the symphony next Saturday and they both said yes.”

They heard the front door open, this time they waited to see who it was before they continued talking. It was Tate.

“Bubba, I hear you had an interesting night.” Tate rubbed a now awake Rowdy under his chin.

“He was just telling us about his women troubles, if you can call it that,” Channing replied.

“I guess he left out the part where he decked some soccer player at the party for being a jerk.” Tate grinned.

Bo turned his head. He was going to leave out that part of the story. “Who told you about that?”

“I just came from J.J.’s house. Kendrick reported the evening’s events to Sam.”

“Aren’t you full of surprises? Dating two women like you’re some kind of playboy and punching out sports stars.” Bo Senior shook his head.

Tyler grinned. “I think I created a monster.”

* * *

By the time the brainstorming session with her design team for Corporate Hijack ended, Summer was very optimistic that she had a hit on her hands. Running her ideas by Bo that night at the party was very helpful. He’d even given her some clues that she could incorporate into the game. It was a tangible reality and she loved it when random thoughts manifested into awesome products. Since the meeting disbanded earlier than she expected, she was going to do something she hadn’t done in an awfully long time. She was going shopping for a dress to wear to the symphony.

“Tom, I’m going out to run a few errands. I should be back in two hours.” Summer waved to her assistant as she walked past his desk.

“You’re going out?”

“Am I not allowed?” She squinted her eyes at him.

“Of course you are. I can’t remember that last time you ran errands. Did I screw something up the last time you sent me out?”

“Relax. I’m not trying to downsize you. I was invited to the symphony and I need a dress. I feel like…looking around for the right one.”

Tom let out a sigh of relief. “Why don’t you hit up Autumn’s closet?”

“Because it’s time to fill my own.” She stuck her tongue at him.

“Does this have something to do with that guy that escorted you to the party?”

“I’ll be back by three.” She waved good-bye.

Bo’s invitation to the symphony was great, but she knew she didn’t have anything to wear. Sure, she could invade Autumn’s closet, but for the first time in long while she wanted to find something elegant to wear that was her own style. Autumn’s wardrobe consisted of plunging necklines and disappearing hemlines. She wasn’t as bold as her twin, but there were subtle ways to be sexy. Unfortunately Autumn’s fashion approach got the most looks, particularly Bo’s. His eyes locked on her the minute Autumn entered a room.

She didn’t want to admit that Bo inspired the desire for a change. It felt like it would be too shallow to say the words. She was the head of a thriving software company for heaven’s sake; she didn’t need the attention and validation from a man. But she was growing fond of the smart, handsome guy across the hall who, underneath that sexy façade, was just as geeky as she was and gave her a warm feeling inside.

Summer shopped for a half hour on her own in the department store and was soon feeling overwhelmed. She found a bubbly sales clerk named Tiffany and gave her the specifics. She wanted something chic and classy with a business edge but with a hint of sexy. If it happened to turn a certain CFO’s head, then that would be a bonus.

CHAPTER FIVE

Bo was already antsy about going to the symphony, but the prospect of Summer and Autumn meeting Tate and Isabelle made him downright nervous. When he mentioned to Tate and Isabelle that he would be attending the performance with both women, they insisted on having dinner afterward. He hadn’t seen much of them lately. They were working hard with an upcoming promotion, and Blake Enterprises was working on another huge land deal. He’d had some late nights, and J.J. insisted that he not overwork himself. But the deal was coming together fast, and if one of them was going to work late, Bo preferred it to be him so his friend could get home to Sam and Jack. He also needed some time to figure out his next plan of action. The sisters were tight-lipped and neither said anything that might give him a clue about which one of them had come to his apartment.

Both ladies looked elegant when he went to their apartment to pick them up. Once George retrieved his Jaguar, Bo didn’t know which twin would want to sit up front with him, so he held the door open and it was Autumn who jumped in the front seat. He also held the door open for Summer, who was doing her quiet thing again.

At the concert hall, he spotted Isabelle crouching by the stage talking to Tate. Bo ushered Autumn and Summer down the row.

“Bo, so glad you could make it.” Isabelle awkwardly leaned over to give him a hug and kiss him on the cheek.

“Baby, be careful,” Tate mumbled.

“Oh, he worries about me.” She sighed. “These must be your new neighbors, Autumn and Summer. Thank you for coming to the performance.”

“Autumn and Summer Waverly, I’d like you to meet my family, Tate and his wife Isabelle.”

“It’s very nice to meet the two ladies who are spicing up Bo’s social life.” Tate grinned.

Bo shot him a look. The ladies both looked at him, as if they expected Bo to fill in the details, but he turned his attention to the instruments on the stage. He was going to get Tate for that one.

“I’m a big fan of yours.” Summer beamed. “I have a CD of you with the symphony in Georgia and I can’t wait for your duet debut with your husband.”

Isabelle broke out into a grin. “Thank you! You just made my day.”

“I’m more of a country western fan, Tate’s my favorite,” Autumn said. “But Summer has taught me to appreciate classical music. I think she puts it on when she thinks I need to relax.”

Summer smiled. “And I hear musical talent runs in the family. Bo played us the video of Matt’s wonderful rendition of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.”

“Wasn’t he adorable? He’s got a great pitch for his age. He’ll be playing the violin in no time.” Isabelle beamed.

“Baby, you mean the guitar?” Tate gave his wife an expectant look.

“Why don’t we table the great McGill violin versus guitar debate until after the performance?” Bo interrupted. “I can make a great case as to why he should play the drums.”

“So you will be joining us for dinner? You didn’t respond to my text the other day,” Isabelle said with an innocent smirk as she stood and smoothed her skirt.

“We don’t want to intrude,” Bo said.

“Nonsense, we’d love to get acquainted with Summer and Autumn,” Tate fired back.

“That settles that.” Isabelle returned to her seat onstage.

The ladies continued to stand and chat with Tate—no surprise they liked being in his company. Bo held his breath with each question he asked, praying he wouldn’t say something crazy. The cue that the show was about to begin sounded ten minutes later, and as they took their seats, Bo didn’t know what would be the best seating arrangement for the three of them. But the ladies settled it and sat on either side of him. He could see Tate’s smile from the corner of his eye and he wasn’t sure if Isabelle had snapped a picture with her camera phone before she took her seat. He’d never been so happy to see the conductor. The music brought the opera hall to life, and most importantly, no one was talking anymore.

* * *

Later that night as he brushed his teeth and took his contacts out, it happened again. He’d grabbed the remote, pulled back the bed sheets, and settled in for the night when his doorbell rang.

It was too late to put his contacts back in. He raced to the door, ready to tell her a thing or two.

“What kind of game are you playing?” he grumbled.

She responded by throwing her arms around his neck and laying a toe-curling kiss on him. Bo closed the door and gripped her waist, pulling him to her. This was insane, he thought. She guided him over to his couch until they toppled onto it. He pulled her shirt over her head and tried to cup her breasts, and that’s when he saw it. She had a small birthmark shaped like a seashell on the lower part of her stomach. She pushed him against the cushions and trailed kisses down his chest. Bo’s breath hitched as she tugged on his shorts and ran her thumb over the tip of his penis. It felt too good for words, the way she took him into her mouth and sucked as she gently caressed his balls. He could feel the sexual tide rising from deep within him as she caressed his shaft. The tortuous pleasure seemed to go on forever, and when he felt he was about to explode, he stopped her.

“I need to get a condom. Don’t leave,” he breathed.

She reached in her back pocket and produced one.

“Thank god.” He laughed.

He reached for it, but she pushed his hand away. She opened it and took her sweet time sheathing him. He knew she was prolonging it on purpose. The wicked look on her face was a dead giveaway. Finally when she was done, he raised her up and sat her flush on him. Her eyes widened as she adjusted to his girth. He reached between them and stroked her clit, and she clenched his shoulders and began a slow rhythmic motion. Bo matched her timing and soon they were both moaning together. He cupped both her breasts and brought her forward and suckled on one nipple, then gave equal attention to the other. He looked up into her eyes, wondering what she was thinking. Why did she feel the need to hide her identity?