Page 5 of Sinful Mates

I want to tell them I’m fine but am cut off with Tobias’s deadly glare. Besides, how long has it been since I gorged on take out? It’s way out of my budget. The food tempts me, threatening to break every ounce of willpower I have.

“It isn’t a choice, Imogen. Eat” Each word is full of authority, but it also sounds like he’s daring me to disobey him. A part of me is tempted to know what might happen if I did. I’m pretty surprised Tobias didn’t just leave me on the floor and continue about his day. Has he ever said this much to me beyond work stuff?

I do as told. I swear, I see Tobias smirk at me obeying his demands like a child. Can this be any more awkward and embarrassing? But the food is good, and I’m starving. Maybe that’s why I fainted, between being busted eavesdropping and not eating properly for months, maybe I overwhelmed myself.

When I finish eating the fried rice and satay chicken, I sit quietly, waiting to be dismissed from his office, but it never comes. Instead, Theo picks up the empty food containers and disposes of them, instead of ordering me to. Tobias walks over to the cabinet next to the window and pulls out three glasses, pouring a brown liquid that kind of resembles whiskey. Turning around, he hands me one. Theo walks over and picks up his own, downing it in one mouthful. Theo exits the room quietly, leaving me alone with Tobias. I want him to come back. I turn, staring at the door. My palms become sweaty.

Tobias feels less intimidating with Theo in the room. I adjust my position on the lounge, trying to avoid direct eye contact. What does he want with me? Is it just concern for my health or is there something darker here? I notice Tobias watching me over the rim of his glass. I fiddle with the cup between my fingers. I dared not take a drink yet. Bringing his drink to his lips, Tobias downs every drop in one go. I sniff my drink before scrunching my nose. Whatever he has given me, it’s sweeter than vodka's scent. Nothing as harsh as the vodka and tequila I'd been using for inner warmth. Bringing the glass to my lips, I down it in one mouthful, following his lead. It’s sweet and smooth. It burns a bit on the way down, but not like some of the bottles of liquor I had stored in my trunk, especially the cheaper bottles mom liked to drink. Some of those made me think I was drinking gasoline.

I set the glass down, intending to get up and leave this uncomfortable silence. Tobias tips his bottle, refilling my glass back to the rim, and tips his own off as well. He continues to stare at me, watching me with those dark eyes of his. I raise my brow at him, but I accept the glass. Theo returns, the door lock clicking softly behind him.

In his hands he clutches various boxes of paperwork, stacked four boxes high. “We are being audited, so we need all these files sorted and all contracts arranged by dates. Get comfortable, it is going to be a long night,” Tobias speaks clearly. I stare at the boxes Theo carried in, knowing it isn’t even half. Downing the glass of whiskey, I get up from the lounge, make a seat on the floor and pull files from the boxes. It doesn't take me long to get a system set up as I sort them into neat piles.

I don't know how much time has passed. From my position, the moon is high in the sky when more takeout arrives. I guess they have ordered more food and coffee for us as we toiled. I never even see them pick up a phone to order as we work in silence beside each other.

But I’m glad. I’m exhausted and I've stared at so many words my eyes are crossing. When it comes time to close the building up at 9 PM, Tobias glances at the security guard who has stepped in the office to let us know he’s about to lock up.

Considering I’m not going to have my usual bed, I’m going to have to make do here somehow. “You guys go. There isn’t much left, and I will get it done.” Tobias and Theo look unsure but eventually agree to leave. They give me a set of keys to get out of the building as well as the security code to set the alarms on my way out.

When I finish the last box, I stack them neatly on top of each other before checking the time, it’s 2 AM. I only have three files remaining. The floor is killing me. I get up, stretch, and plop the files down on the table and take a seat on the lounge. The soft leather pampers me, and I cuddle up against it as I focus on my work. Getting comfy on the lounge, I drag them in front of me. My eyes hurt but I'll finish this.

That has all been my plan, but the lounge’s too comfortable and I pass out on the first soft thing I've gotten to sleep on for months.

I’m jostled awake by warm hands; files fall off my lap onto the floor in a disorganized mess. Shit, I fell asleep. I scramble to my feet in a panic. Tobias watches me, dark eyes widen at my disheveled appearance. Tobias pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. I fight the urge to yawn and stretch like a cat. Woken up or not, that had been a great nap. No seat belt digging into my hip, no hard seats beneath me, just pure comfort. I feel like a new woman after one night.

“You were supposed to head home; have you been working all night?”

“Shit.” My hands fly to my mouth at the language I use in front of my boss. “I must have dozed off. Just give me a minute and I will get cleaned up for the meeting.”

Theo steps into the office, looking gorgeous as ever in his gray suit. He takes in my appearance. My shirt wrinkled, my hair a mess, god knows what my face looks like, but I know it can’t be pretty. I've seen the drool a good sleep left plastered to my face, and I probably look like a raccoon from my eye makeup. He raises an eyebrow at Tobias.

“She fell asleep working,” Tobias states, clearly not happy that I was asleep yet again at work.

If only they knew I slept here every night, just not in the office. I smile to myself at the thought. If they thought this is crazy, they would completely freak out if they knew the car garage is my current residence.

Moving toward me, Theo grips my blouse. I squeak at his closeness and lean back. Theo reaches for me again and grips the bottom of my blouse, his fingers brushing my stomach as he pulls my blouse off over my head. I quickly cover up my purple lace bra, trying to hide from his lingering gaze on my chest. I have great tits, but that doesn't mean I want to show them off to my boss!

Tobias doesn't even blink. He moves away from me, opening a door that appears to be a closet of sorts. No matter the amount of time I have spent in this office, I have never known there’s a closet in the wall. Inside a couple of men’s shirts hang, their crisp lines as perfect as the men who wear them.

Grabbing a white shirt off the hanger, Tobias walks over to me and stands in front. Theo moves to my side and watches. Tobias reaches to pry my hands away from my chest, but I pull back and scoot out of reach, refusing to uncover myself. Tobias's eyes grow darker under the lighting, making me squirm under his intense gaze.

“We have a meeting in five minutes, and you can’t go in there like that.” He reaches for my wrist again.

“I can dress myself,” I hiss, reaching for the shirt with one hand, the other still firmly across my chest. Instead of giving me the shirt, he shoves my arm through the arm hole and pulls the other half around me, working around the confines of the couch I continue to sit on. I give up and let him finish dressing me. I’m not their type. It isn’t like they would be gawking at my breasts.

“Suppose it isn’t like it matters with you both being gay,” I mutter to myself. I’m being childish about being half naked in front of them. I need to focus on the meeting, it’s my fault for falling asleep.

Tobias's hands freeze at my cleavage where he’s doing up the buttons. His brows knit. Theo comes over and starts rolling up my sleeves leisurely with a silly grin on his face. I can tell he’s trying not to laugh. I watch silently; they seem to be amused by something. I raise an eyebrow at Tobias who still has his fingers on the button right between my breasts. He hasn't moved, just stares at it as if it’s the most interesting button in the world and can tell him life's secrets.

Theo snorts, trying to hold in his laugh, almost choking on it.

“What?” I ask, annoyed that I’m not being let in on this inside joke of theirs. I stare from one to the other trying to decipher the mood change.

“We aren’t gay,” Tobias replies with a faint smirk on his lips. I meet his gaze, and his attention drops back to that button. My entire body heats up, the blood rushes to my face and probably makes me look splotchy as hell. I have worked here all this time thinking they are gay. How have I read that wrong? I saw them kissing… didn't I?

“You’re not gay?” I ask slowly. Maybe they are tricking me? My eyebrows disappear into my hairline.

“Definitely not gay. We both like women,” Theo replies, rolling the sleeves of my shirt up. His eyes linger on my exposed chest, a hungry glint just beneath their surface.