Maybe I should be grateful that they won’t make it before the doors close. I don’t want them to see me like this. There will be another Friday. Perhaps this is my wake-up call to get a prettier bra- and-panty set now.
The doors start their slide to close as the men rush forward. My heart stops when the first man clears the threshold. Close behind, the second man shoves the first so he can clear the door.
Where is the third?
A presence behind me draws my attention. He went to the other door, presumably realizing they wouldn’t all make it through one set. He’s closer, and in my fantasy world, I’m trapped between the three of them.
He’s staring intently at me, rain dripping down his face. He brushes it away with a hand.
Lance
There was no way I was missing my chance to change my life forever and meet the mystery woman on the train. Kevin, Nate, and I had decided we were going to make our move this week. We’d all been so struck by her that we each had an uncanny moment of self-doubt.
The vast majority of women want us for our money, but she hadn’t paid us any attention the first week and stayed pretty reserved the second, shyly resisting more than fleeting eye contact.
Kevin, Nate, and I are the closest of friends, surviving the trials of a rigorous college education and business school. We were the driven few who would do whatever it took to rise to the top, and we did in record time—all by our lonesome fucking selves.
So whensheappeared on the train all of my loneliness suddenly felt like there was a solution. And it broke me. I wanted to share the luxuries I’ve amassed. And when I mentioned it to my friends, it turned out they felt the same way.
The three of us made a pact. Whatever decision she made, we would respect it. I have no fucking clue how that would play out because if she accepted either or both of them and not me, I’d lose my mind.
And here she is. Cold and wet. That has to be fixed.
To think, stopping to give my umbrella to a little old lady who’d been unaware a storm was coming, almost cost me this moment.
Taking off my suit jacket, I note that my friends have moved closer.
There’s a risk that she’ll notice the thickness of my erection pressing against my slacks. I’ll deal with that, but with the way I feel about her, I’m ready to take her home tonight and make love to her in our penthouse that we want to share with her.
“Take my jacket, you look cold.”
She lifts a hand, waving me away. “Thank you, but I’ll be okay. I’m only two towns over.”
“I know.” Fuck. Why did I say that? Because I’m a stalker? Just about. “I mean, I know you’ll be okay, but you might as well be warm.”
“I’ll get your jacket all wet. I don’t want to ruin it.”
“Keep it. It’s yours.” I stifle the vision of her in my jacket with nothing else on, leveraging her cleavage. Correction. She could be wearing one other thing… high heels. She could grab the bottoms of the front opening and hold it closed in front of her sex. Tease me. That’d be fucking hot. But that’s not what this is.
Which is weird. I want to care for her. I want to provide for her. I want to protect her as much as I want to fuck the living daylights out of her. The bottom line is I want to make her happy. That’s all I’ve been able to think about the last two weeks.
Stepping to the side, I open my jacket and drape it over her shoulders. My fucking cock twitches. “I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“That’s kind of you,” she says nervously.
I extend my hand. “I’m Lance.”
She stares at my hand and then slowly offers hers. “I’m Adeline.”
“Hi, Adeline. I’ve seen you on here before.” It’s a gamble, but the cautious dance we did last week with her looking away every time our eyes met has to mean there’s potential for more.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed you too.”
She took the bait and continues. “And your friends.” She angles her head to Kevin and Nate.
I motion for them to come over. It seems like she’s gonna be okay with this. We exchange introductions and I go for it. “I’m going to be honest. I don’t want this to sound weird, but the three of us talked about you. We’d like to get to know you better. Want to come back to our place?”
Her mouth falls open.
