I Hate, I Bake, and I Don’t Date! by Alina Jacobs

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Tess

Beck was nestled against me when my alarm went off the next morning.

“I’m not going into work,” he said, kissing my neck. “I’m going to stay here with you.”

I ran my hand over his bare shoulder and along his strong back.

“You’re free to stay in bed all day, but I have a job interview.”

He opened his eyes and rolled me over. “Why?”

“Those HOA fees are not going to pay for themselves.”

“I’ll pay them.”

“I need to have some level of responsibility,” I told him, running my hands along his chest.

“I can have one of my brothers give you a job,” he offered.

“Shockingly,” I said, “I have it under control. And I need to shower before I’m late.”

The love of my life tipped his head down to kiss me along my collarbone down to my tits.

“Where is the job interview?” he asked then took a nipple in his mouth.

I gasped. “On Twenty-Ninth Street.”

“You have plenty of time.”

“I can’t be late…”

Beck moved down my body, kissing me lower and lower.

“I have to make a good impression.” I moaned.

“Hm,” Beck said, nuzzling the mound between my legs. I groaned, grabbing the back of his head.

“What company is it?”

“I don’t actually know the name.”

“Sounds like a total scam,” he said.

“I’m desperate.”

His tongue flicked out to lick my pussy.

I cursed.

“Really,” he said. Another lick.

I shuddered.

“Desperate, huh?”

Then his mouth and tongue were on me. I spread my legs, hand tanged in his hair, the other bunching the sheet as he licked long, slow strokes on my pussy as I moaned.

Then abruptly, he was gone.

“If you want the job that bad, I guess I won’t stop you.”

I moaned in frustration. “You can’t leave me like that.”

“You said you didn’t want to be late.”

“It’s probably a scam,” I said, reaching for him. “And if it’s not, I need a little relaxation so I’m not tense for the interview.”

He reached down to play with my tits. “That relaxing?”

“I need you.” I gasped.

One hand stroked over my curves, going down, down.

I spread my legs for him. He stroked me with two fingers. I bucked against his hands.

“More,” I begged, my pussy aching for him. “Fuck me…” I begged. “Please, Beck. I need to feel you.”

I reached for him. He was hard.

He fished a condom out of the nightstand. Then his mouth was back, making me see stars as his tongue curled around my clit.

I pulled at his hair. Beck sat up and grabbed my wrist. Pushing my hands above my head, he crawled over me. I spread my legs wider, begging for him.

Then he was in me.

“Yes…” This was perfect. The stretch, the way he moved in me… the perfect places he hit inside. I clenched around him as if to draw him deeper.

My hips rose in time with his thrusts, fucking him every bit as hard as he was me. The mattress squeaked in time with our frantic, rapid motions. Beck’s eyes were wild as his lips descended over me.

“I’m close… so close… Beck, please…” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for, but he reached between us and gave it to me anyway, stroking my pussy as his dick pounded inside of me.

I cried out as ecstasy rolled through my body, sweeping me along with it. Beck came moments later.

We slowed to a stop, still connected.

Not all the wildness had left his eyes. He cupped my face between his hands. “I love you, Tess.”

“I love you too,” I said, and we sealed it with a kiss.

“You’re late,”Maeve hissed at me. We were in the nondescript lobby of a small historic building.

I tugged at my skirt.

My friend smirked. “I guess you’re partaking in all of the amenities 101 Park Place tower has to offer.”

“Maybe we should just call it quits,” I said. “We could go work at a diner and wear super cute outfits.”

“Diners don’t pay as much as this job.”

“What if we’re about to be kidnapped?” I asked.

“Oh shit, I didn’t think of that,” Maeve whispered. “Maybe we should just call it.”

A door opened.

We gasped as Belle walked out with Dana Holbrook.

She smiled at me. “Are you two ready for your interview?”

“This is your company?”

“We’re trying to be discreet,” Dana told me as she and Belle ushered us back to their office. It wasn’t as nice as Quantum Cyber’s, but it was cozy and smelled like cinnamon buns.

“Artemis Investment is an all-women firm,” Belle said, “and as you can see from past actions of various nameless Svenssons, people are trying to take us down.”

“As if that’s going to happen. Still,” Dana said. “It’s better to put up a few barriers to keep out spies from other investment firms.”

“Oh, we can totally be the bitchy front desk girls,” Maeve assured her.

“We actually wanted you for more than your sparkling personalities,” Belle said. “We need more of a jacks-of-all-trade type. We’ll need you to help with marketing and branding, along with scheduling, sending emails, and other more typical assistant roles.”

“I saw what you put together for my cousin Mark’s company,” Dana told me. “Very impressive.”

“We need that kind of ingenuity here,” Belle said. “And we think you’d be the perfect fit.” Her phone rang. She looked at it and scowled.

“Is it that guy again? Chad?”

The name was familiar.

“Does he still have a mistress?” I asked.

“Oh, is that who it is?” Dana raised an eyebrow. “He claimed she was his cousin.”

“He’s been trying to convince us to invest in her ill-conceived company that is trying to sell custom body pillows for dogs,” Belle explained.

“Random.”

The phone rang again. I grabbed it and answered it.

“Good afternoon, you have reached Artemis Investment Company, and we do not do business with lying cheaters.”

“You should be happy I’m giving you the time of day,” Chad blustered on the other end of the line. “I could go down to any other big investment firm.”

“Then why don’t you do that,” I cut in. “Because we serve a very select clientele, and unfortunately, you don’t make the cut.”

“Look, princess—” Chad began.

“And this is why we’re not taking you on as a client. We are not princesses. We are queens, and since you cannot treat us with the respect we deserve, you can be thrown in the moat. And,” I added, “if you keep contacting this number, I’m telling your wife about your affair.”

“That’s not—” he sputtered. “She’s just a cousin.”

“No one believes that, and I’m sure your wife won’t either.” I hit the red call-end button.

“Sorry,” I said, handing Belle the phone back. “Just couldn’t help myself. He and I have a history.”

“Apparently.”

The intercom system chimed that another person was waiting in the lobby.

“Since our next appointment is here, let’s cut to the chase,” Dana said. “The jobs are yours if you want them.”

“Whoo! I’m not unemployed anymore!” I whooped, high-fiving Maeve. Then I coughed. “Sorry, that was very unprofessional. Usually I have it a bit more together.”

“Since you’re here and want the job, do you want to sit in on our next meeting so you can start to get a feel for how we operate?”

“Of course,” Maeve said.

“I’ll grab coffee and tea,” I offered, jumping up to go to the little kitchenette.

I almost dropped the tray when I walked into the small conference room.

“Annie? Enola?”

“We’re here because of our company,” Enola explained. “We’re looking for investors and partners.”

“And we’re looking to expand into the tech sector,” Dana said. “I’m excited to hear your pitch, girls.”

“Did you already present to your brothers?” I asked them.

“I think they just think our app is a joke,” Annie said, frowning. “But as you can see…” Enola pulled up the presentation. “We already have a huge amount of growth. A number of small businesses signed onto the recipe app, we’re in talks with major food brands, and of course, we have my sisters as employees.”

“And yet again, Greg’s loss is my gain,” Belle said happily.