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  Charlotte tilts her head back. She’s in ecstasy and I think she’s about to come through her panties in the palm of my hand, which pisses me off, so I slow down.

  “No, don’t stop,” she whines, her face in a grimace like she’s caught between coming and crying.

  “Why should I get you off? I think I should leave you hanging in the same way you left Elliot Crowe hanging after all that teasing you did to him. You’re famous for it. I believe you wrecked him.”

  I lighten up the pressure and she’s actually on the verge of crying. “I had to wreck him! It was the only way I could get back at him.”

  I don’t get it. “Get back at him for what?!”

  “For being too good for me,” she cries.

  I’m so confused. “You think Elliot is too good for you?”

  Charlotte starts shaking. Her whole body is trembling. “Ow,” she cries and starts rubbing and hugging herself.

  I cradle her head again with my hands but she won’t look at me. “Hey, hey. What’s the matter?”

  “I don’t know it hurts.”

  “What hurts?”

  “Everything. Everywhere.”

  This is unexpected. I panic. “What can I do? What do you need?” I pull out my phone.

  She grabs it and tosses it. “I need you touch me. Please, Mr. Nine. It makes me feel better.”

  I think about the last formula test trial. A few of the female mice, who were separated from the males after receiving the drug, fell ill. If I don’t give her what she wants, she might suffer the same fate.

  “Where do you want me to touch you, Charlotte?”

  “Everywhere,” she whines.

  “Where does it hurt the most?”

  She looks me in the eyes. “Inside.”

  I put my palm back over her center and the wetness of her silky underwear dampens my hand, but the firm circling pressure is enough to give her some relief. Her shoulders relax and she exhales as I hook my finger under her panty and slide my fingertips along her slippery folds until they find the moistest, hottest spot—the entrance to her core.

  God, she’s so wet!

  She bites her bottom lip in anticipation of what’s about to come and I push past her gate with two fingers, causing her to shudder. I hook my fingers inside her, sliding the pad of my thumb along her slick center until it finds her clit and I rub.

  “Ah,” she sounds as she bucks her hips.

  “Does that feel better?”

  “Yeah,” she pants and pulls her shirt down to one side exposing her tit.

  I’d always dreamed about what Charlotte’s nipples might look like and like a kid in a candy store, I grab it and take the apricot-colored nipple into my mouth without hesitation and she bucks again.

  Her pussy tightens around my fingers and out of nowhere, she howls. She yanks at my hair. Damn! It hurts but fuck, she’s so hot as she comes.

  She comes so quickly.

  Her hips buck again and my fingers are drenched so I’m struggling to keep them hooked in her without letting up. But I keep suckling her nipple and fucking her with my fingers until she’s done.

  Charlotte finally comes down so I let go and help her to adjust her outfit. I’m a little cautious. I don’t know if the drug has worn off or if her orgasm has satiated the side effect.

  While she finishes tucking in her blouse, I bend down to pick up my phone and touch a few numbers. The elevator starts moving again and Charlotte gasps in delight.

  She glances back at me with a smile then a gulp. “Mr. Nine—”

  The elevator doors open and I put my hand on Charlotte’s back to escort her through the doors before she can say anything. As another gentleman walks in, I take a few steps back to reenter the elevator with him. Charlotte turns to face me with a crooked face.

  I have to leave her right now. I figure if I push her too fast down the rabbit hole she might get scared and flee NIM—not to fall all the way in.

  And I want her.

  All. The. Way. In.

  “Human Resources is to your right,” I point.

  As the doors close to separate us, I laugh to myself when I notice we missed a few buttons on her blouse. Charlotte’s about to give everyone a free show, but it doesn’t matter. She’ll always have a job here, so I know I’ll be busy with phone calls this afternoon to make sure of it.

  She’s one piece of the heart that belongs with NIM.

  Chapter 5

  Elliot

  Power. After I walk through the door of the lab, I grab one of the white lab coats hanging and slip it on.

  The lab. This is where the real power is and somehow Nick could foresee this.

  I can sense the lab has been emptied. None of my geeky assistants are making jokes or sniffling or snacking or smacking on their chewing gum as they usually are.

  But people are here. Two people.

  I don’t say anything to either them. I head straight to the stash of ingredients I will use to press a new pill.

  “Why didn’t you fuck her?” asks Nick.

  I grab a black, half face, dual cartridge respirator mask and slip it over my nose and mouth. Don’t wanna breathe in any of this stuff while I’m measuring it out.

  “Answer the question, Elliot,” Nick demands and I hear him get off of a stool and walk towards me. Loulah is right behind him, of course. I hear her feet shuffle as he repeats himself, “Why didn’t you fuck her?”

  I sigh, “I always suspected you had cameras in the elevators. Did you watch the whole thing?”

  “Take that fucking mask off,” he demands coming right up next to me. “I can’t understand a damn thing you’re saying.”

  I pull the mask below my chin and look Nick in the eyes. “I asked if you enjoyed the show?”

  “I would’ve enjoyed it better if there’d been some penetration and not just some B-rated porn. You didn’t even get your face up in there. I honestly thought the second you saw Charlotte you’d pound and eat that bitch like she was a double quarter-pound burger. And there was nothing standing in your way, man. I always suspected Charlotte liked you. You took the pill and now you have proof. Look at how hard she came on to you. You could’ve easily taken her, fucked her, but you didn’t.”

  “So that’s why Charlotte’s here,” I smirk and I look at Loulah. “Were you in on this?”

  Loulah fixes her glasses and clutches her clipboard to her chest as she looks to Nick for an answer.

  He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. Flipping through the bills, he hands her a hundred. “Go get us some coffee,” he instructs.

  Loulah nods, taking the bill, and when she turns Nick smacks her on the ass. Hard.

  “Hey!” he snaps, “And no fucking tipping. We already pay those people plenty of money.”

  I watch Loulah leave. “Why are you such a dick to her?”

  Nick crosses his arms and leans back against the counter. “She likes that shit.”

  “No, she doesn’t.”

  I feel bad for Loulah and I know she doesn’t like Nick treating her poorly. Loulah used to wear pretty bright ensembles that made her strut with a bounce in her step. I remember how jolly it made me feel to see her ponytail swing side-to-side when she’d walk. But over the years, Nick’s abuse has taken its toll. She doesn’t bounce. Her hair hardly swings and she always looks like she’s headed to a funeral dressed in black. It’s honestly sexier than how she used to dress, but still not sexy enough for Nick.

  We all know how she feels about him. She’s been crushing on him since the day he walked right into advanced chemistry (where he didn’t belong and I know because I did all of his homework) on the first day of school during freshman year. It’s a bit unfortunate Nick was the one to pull Loulah from the fire. From that day on, she went from being the Cunt Squad’s little bitch to Nick’s bitch and I often wonder how much of her life she really feels she owes him for saving her.

  Me, on the other hand, I got my kiss and, although I do feel like I deserved more
, it’s not because I saved Charlotte, it’s because I think I’d be good for her.

  “Listen,” says Nick. “Girls like bad boys. Why else do you think Lou takes all my shit?”

  “She doesn’t like it when you call her that. She prefers Loulah.”

  “Lulu. Lala. She doesn’t give a shit what I call her because she’s in love with me and if I ever decide to fuck her, I might—”

  “You mean you two have never had sex?” I interject, genuinely surprised.

  “Fuck no!” Nick cries, cocking a brow. “She’s a fucking geek. That would be like fucking one of you—brains.” He forces a gag. “I fuck pussies. Sexy, soft, silky, tight, wet pussies.”

  “So Loulah’s never seen the inside of the Bank?”

  “Hell no! I only take chicks into that room who want to be deposited with more than my cum.”

  I shake my head.

  “And besides,” he shrugs, “I don’t think Lou’s the kind of girl that could handle one of the nines.”

  “Nine Inch Males,” I concur. That’s the name we gave ourselves—NIM. We were the Nine Inch Male geek squad in high school and it cracked us up whenever anyone would call us that, especially since they had no clue what it really stood for. Once, Nick felt he had to brag about his dick size and as it turned out, nine inches of dick was one thing we all had in common besides the desire to rise above the bullying. “Do you think we would’ve been more popular if chicks knew how big we were back in high school?”

  “Who gives a shit?! We’re not in high school anymore.”

  “Then why did you lure Charlotte here?”

  “I don’t know.” Nick bobbles his head. “I thought you might like a bonus after all your hard work over the years.”

  My stomach twists. “That’s really why you offered Charlotte a job? You read the data on the last set of tests and you thought if I saw her, I would down the Bang because we are months, maybe years, away from being approved for human testing—if we’re ever even allowed to conduct human tests.”

  Nick sways looking up at the ceiling. Hopefully, he recognizes for himself there’s no halo, only horns up there. “Okay,” he admits, “I might’ve had Lou call Charlotte—”

  I grab his neck and choke him.

  “What the fu—uck, man?” he mumbles. “I knew the Bang would wo—ork. You wouldn’t have taken it if you didn’t think it woo—would.”

  I grip his neck tighter and Nick pops me in the face.

  “Ah fuck!” I cry out, letting go of him to pad my throbbing eye with my palm, which makes me feel better. It still smells like Charlotte, like her sex.

  “You know, Elliot, if you had shown this side of you to that girl back in high school, I do believe she would’ve laid herself under you.”

  “I was a dork and a skinny geek back then. She was beautiful. There was no way.”

  “Yeah, well, you heard what she said in the elevator. She thought you were the one too good for her. But it doesn’t matter how you look now—whether she thinks you’re a handsome fucker or not, which I admit you’ve gotten prettier.” He laughs. “We both know you’re still a geek and a dork.”

  I remove my hand from my eye and sniff my palm. Nick catches me and we are both laughing.

  “Listen,” he says, “if you don’t want Charlotte to stay—”

  “Of course, I want her to stay.”

  Nick puts his hands in his pocket and shrugs. “I’m just sayin’ if you want I can hook Charlotte up with a job at—”

  “She belongs with NIM.”

  Nick smiles. “With NIM? Or with you? Do you have any intention of telling her who you really are anytime soon or are you planning to bang her a few times first just in case the test results weren’t exactly accurate?”

  I look at some of the ingredients I have sprawled across the counter when we are interrupted by the banging of the lab doors flying open. It’s Loulah with our coffee.

  She smiles halfheartedly as she hands Nick his cup, but he’s not really paying attention to her. He yelps as he bumps her, causing some of the hot liquid to pour over his fingertips, creating some steam.

  “Fuck, Lou!” he shouts.

  She scurries to grab a paper towel and brings it back to wipe his hand for him. He gives her a cross look, but when he looks up at me, he smiles and winks.

  Motherfucker. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I’ve been going about this all wrong. Maybe I should’ve been fucking with Charlotte instead of allowing her to fuck with my mind all my life.

  I flip over a few beakers.

  “So, you’re gonna bang her first?” Nick inquires. I turn to see him nudge Loulah away. “Good choice, Mr. Nine,” he says. “Just make sure I get a couple of those pills you’re about to make. At least a few dozen. I’d like to know if any of these chicks hanging around are really into me or just the money.”

  Chapter 6

  Charlotte

  I’m so bored.

  Day five and there is absolutely nothing exciting happening at work today. In fact, there’s absolutely nothing happening at all, just like yesterday and the day before that.

  I’m sure there are people that would kill for a job like this—to sit around all day. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be doing!

  “Answer calls,” they said, but my phone has not rung once.

  I look around my office and it's very nice—sorta. The whole thing is gray like the rest of the interior at NIM except for the windows that span top to bottom across two walls, which are a frosted white. I don’t know why they gave me a corner office though they said it was all the space they had at the moment. Not to mention I have one gray desk and chair along with a laptop and a phone.

  However, the phone doesn’t ring and I have limited access to the Internet. Every time I try to look up information, I get blocked. If I type in Elliot’s full name, I get blocked. When I tried to look up the directory and Loulah’s number, I got blocked.

  Human Resources hasn’t been much help either. The graying brunette who uses an old-fashioned typewriter at the front desk says she hardly does anything except type all day and that I should just be happy and not complain.

  “I swear to God,” I say to myself. “If they don’t give me some work soon, I’m going to quit.”

  My phone rings. I can’t believe it!

  “Good morning, this is Charlotte,” I answer. “How may I help you?”

  I have no fucking clue how I’m going to help this person, but whatever it is, I’m going to figure it out.

  “Hello Charlotte, my name is Sue Chandler. I’m with the Federal Drug Administration and I’m looking for a Mr. Jaxon Underwood.”

  Holy shit!

  “Sue Chandler?” I ask.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “As in Ursula Chandler?”

  “Yes, that’s me,” she sings.

  “Sue, it’s Charlotte. Charlotte Prescott.”

  “Holy fuck!” she blurts. “Oh, crap. I’m not supposed to swear. This call is being recorded. How are you?”

  “I’m fine. How have you been? Do you work for the FDA? That’s impressive.”

  “Yeah. Are you working at NIM? Did Jax put you up to this? Is he your boss? Did he plan for you to intercept his phone calls? I swear those guys will stop at nothing to try and get their human test trials approved.”

  “No,” I comment. “I just started. I’ve only been here a few days.”

  “Hmm, can you transfer me to Jax?”

  I see the hold button. “Yeah, sure,” I say boldly.

  I haven’t seen Jax around, but I’m sure I can ask someone in one of the cubicles out on the floor which number to transfer the call to. “Hold on.”

  I put Sue on hold and there’s a knock on the door. I go to open it and standing outside is the HR receptionist.

  “Hi, Ms. Prescott. Mr. Rohr wants to see you upstairs.”

  “Who?”

  “Mr. Rohr. Nick Rohr. Our CEO and founder of NIM.”

  “Oh right!” I laugh. I was
really hoping Mr. Nine might come calling.

  My phone buzzes. “Let me get that. I have someone on hold.”

  “Oh no,” insists the receptionist, stomping straight to me and pulling at my arm. “We don’t keep Mr. Rohr or any of his associates waiting.”

  “But, I—”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. Just head up to the top floor and scoot before he gets upset.”

  I hustle out into the hall and towards the elevators while peeping down to check my outfit. Light gray pencil skirt. Black blouse and black heels. No stains and it's hardly wrinkled except at the crease where it folds when I sit. Gosh, it looks like I’ve been sitting all day.

  The elevator opens and I’m taken off guard. Mr. Nine is inside. He smiles.

  My knees get weak. He’s in a suit today, navy blue with a baby blue tie—fucking gorgeous, but for some odd reason, I get the impression his suit would go well with a dark pair of glasses.

  “You coming in?” He cocks a brow.

  I’m reluctant to go in. Not because I don’t trust him, but because I don’t trust myself. I’m ashamed of what we did in the elevator earlier in the week. I haven’t seen him since, except at night. In my dreams!

  He hasn’t come looking for me or tried to contact me since. I figure as beautiful and rich as he is, Mr. Nine probably gets to have a lot of those—flings in the elevator.

  I should also be thankful. He did do all the work. He got me off yet I didn’t do anything to get him off and I want to. The thought of seeing him naked—

  The doors start to shut and he slams his arm into one side, opening them back up.

  He sighs, “Please, come on in. I promise. I’ll stay to my side this time.”

  My leg lunges into the elevator—my mind lagging, and I prop myself up against the opposite wall of the elevator car.

  “Top floor?” he asks, which is strange he should know where I’m going but I nod so he pushes the button

  We don’t say anything to one another. The silence is awkward with the exception of an occasional tapping in his pocket. I recall the sound. He had his hand in his pocket the last time and was shaking something around as he is now. As we are lifted in the car rising, I can only guess what’s he’s got shuffling in his pants. Not keys. It’s something small in a container of some sort. A breath mint? Maybe.