Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 11: Chapter 11

LEILANI.
The blonde hurriedly fixed her dress up, face ripe with embarrassment. I know the nature of the work we do can be a tiny bit erotic for the photographers since we have pretty models in provocative lingerie and bikinis all over the place, posing in even more tempting positions. But I hired my staff for how professional they can be. Not for how fast they can fuck in small bathrooms.
The photographer finally spoke up. “This will not happen again-”
“How long have you been fucking each other at work?” I raised my eyebrows. “You chose the bathroom closest to my office because I’m barely around so there are zero chances of being heard, right?”
He flinched, spluttering. “M-miss Waters, it’s not what you think-”
“I pay you to take pictures of the models, photographer, not fuck them.” I bit out, venom seeping off my words. I looked back at the blonde, she was looking in every direction but mine, shifting on her feet.
“You were groaning just a few moments ago,” I said to her. “Why are you so silent now?”
“I’m really sorry, Miss Waters.” She muttered, staring down at her fingers.
I stared her down for a moment and slowly stepped back a few steps to escape the musty sex smell wafting out the small bathroom while uncrossing my arms.
“You are not teenagers. If you’re going to have sex, get the fuck out of my workplace and find somewhere proper to screw yourselves over.” I said. “Or I’d have no choice but to relieve you of your jobs, since it’s getting in the way, right?”
The blonde made to speak but I cut her off. “Where the fuck's Brooke?”
They exchanged looks before the blonde model answered. “She’s with one of the designers…I think she’s trying to buy some lingerie or bikini…”
A surprise hit me. Brooke was finally showing interest in our naughty feminine wear? I turned around and walked down the corridor. Why this interest all of a sudden?
I rounded the corner and opened a white door, walking into the room. It was alight with different lingerie, bikini designs, magazines, and a few leggy models were hanging at some corners, engrossed in discussions with some designers.
And there was Brooke. She was sitting, legs curled in the usual fashion beneath her tight grey skirt. Her matching grey shirt was neatly tucked into her slender waistline and her short blonde hair bobbed as she stared at the open magazine on her thighs, nodding her head as the designer next to her pointed at something in there. Something about her precise tidiness made me smile. She always looked the same at the end of the day as in the morning, unlike many other people who looked disheveled and stressed towards the end of the day.
“Oh, Good evening, Miss Waters.”
“Nice to see you, Miss Waters.”
Greetings erupted from all sides of the room and I returned them, asking how things were going and making a couple of important inquires while smiling and walking towards Brooke.
She stood up as soon as she saw me, dark eyes wide in surprise. “Leila, it’s nice to see you.” The surprise on her face ebbed away fast, in such a way only Brooke was capable of. Then she motioned at the magazine sporting sexy pictures of models in our designs. “As you can see I’m checking out some bikini.”
I grinned, settling down on the pristine white couch close by. “I see. So, has Maria here-” I motioned to the designer. “-helped you decide on the type you want?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
“Nice, how about lingerie?” I tried to fight the teasing smile growing on my lips and failed. Maria caught on to it and giggled.
Brooke let out an uneasy laugh. “It’s not what you’re thinking.”
I raised my hands. “I'm not thinking anything.” Then looked at Maria. “Package the ones she picked and add one of the exclusively nude edition lingerie.”
Maria grinned, along with the few people that had decided to listen in on our conversation.
Brooke had a tight smile on her face, cheeks red with a blush. “That edition is kind of pricey, I’ll just stick with the ones I picked.”
I gave her a smile. “Who says you’re paying a dime? Think of it as a kind of gift from me, you know? You are our manager, after all, putting up with our shit and still keeping us organized.”
A couple of more laughs rented the air and Brooke let out a short laugh of her own. “Thanks, Leila.”
“It’s nothing, Brooke.”
“So that’s what we should do, if they accept, then we are good to go. If they don’t, I’ll know what’s next.” I said, stepping out of the elevator and into the general reception with Brooke.
It was completely dark outside the building save for the night lights and Neil had already called earlier, saying he was coming over to drive me home. He was being paranoid and sweet as usual.
Brooke nodded. “We shouldn’t try to change the terms too much, though. None of our competitors have found out about it yet, but once they do, it’ll be nearly impossible to stay ahead as they would go any mile to snatch the contract from us.”
I nodded.
“Hey ladies.” A male voice called. I looked to see the Jake guy that rode in the elevator with me earlier today walking towards us, a big smile on his face.
“Hey, Miss Waters. How’s it going?” He stopped in front of me, his sparkly eyes lit up by his smile.
“Great, Jake. Thanks.” I replied.
“Oh, you remember my name this time.” He chuckled. “That’s nice.”
I grinned. “It’s an easy name to remember. You can call me Leila, by the way.”
He nodded, his ever-present smile still plastered on his face. Then Brooke spoke up. “Hi, Jake.”
We both looked at her. Did they know each other? Oh, if Jake knew me, and I barely even come to the office, he’d definitely know Brooke.
Jake blinked. “Oh, hey Brooke, didn’t see you there. You ready?”
“Yeah.” She turned to me. “He’s giving me a ride home.”
“Yeah. Her car’s getting serviced.” Jake nodded, digging his hands into his pockets.
Something felt kind of awkward in the air.
“Alright then, good night.” I gave a little wave and whirled around, walking towards the door that led to the garage.
As I reached the garage, I easily spotted Neil's tall form leaning against my white car. He looked away from his phone at me and smiled. I returned the smile, quickening my pace as I walked towards him, my heels echoing softly in the garage.
Soon enough, I was in his arms, his lips on mine, then breaking the kiss briefly to gaze at me with his gleaming blue eyes and whisper, “I love you.”