Three for Cici

Three for Cici CoverThe second short story in the Ménage, Sexy and Short Romance series.

Welcome to Morgan’s Bakery, where tasty treats are sold one at a time and hot guys come in groups of three!

Surly Cecile’s ready to settle for Morgan’s leftovers until a tempting trio arrives in the neighborhood. Cecile acknowledges the newcomers are sexy, but doubts any one of them is the right match for her.

Handsome lawyers Charles, Kevin, and Dane desire Cecile from the moment they spot her. The men have been best friends since college, but that won’t stop them from jostling for the lovely Cecile’s affections.

The competition is on for the lady’s favor, making it tough for Cecile to choose between her suitors. She isn’t sure she can do it.

Maybe she won’t have to.

 

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Three for Cici

CECILE LEANED AGAINST THE counter and watched her cousin, Morgan, chat with the three handsome men in the rear-most booth of the bakery cafe. She sighed.

“What’s your problem?” Jacklyn asked, picking at the edge of her brownie.

“Look at her, hogging up all the hotties … still. She hasn’t said a word about Brandon and how her date went with him, and that was over a week ago.”

“Don’t see how it’s any of your business.”

Cecile scowled. “I can’t make my move until they work out who wants who. She hasn’t told me it’s a go for her and Brandon yet.”

Jacklyn smashed brownie crumbs under her fingertip then lovingly sucked them off her finger. “Yum. Huh?”

“Never mind. Geez. Look at you. You going to eat that thing one crumb at a time?”

“Yep.”

Cecile mentally rolled her eyes, flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder and returned to watching Morgan and the three muscled hunks. Morgan stood in front of their table, chatting gaily and moving her hands animatedly as she spoke, a habit of hers when she was into something.

As usual, all three men gazed at Morgan like she was a goddess come to bless mere mortals. It was off-putting, to say the least. How was Cecile ever going to cut in and snag one of them if Morgan continued to hold them in thrall?

She studied Ethan, the most outgoing of the three. He was grinning and must have made some funny comment because she heard the lifting trill of Morgan’s laughter. Did he have to look so damned happy to see her laugh? He appeared to be reaching out to pat her.

No, he didn’t pat her. Cecile’s mouth dropped open. Ethan reached around Morgan’s thigh, slipped his hand under her skirt and squeezed … under her butt? On her butt? What the hell?

She blinked. Maybe it wasn’t Ethan. It must have been Brandon, the man Morgan was actually dating. She stared hard at the groper. Nope. It was Ethan.

And Morgan wasn’t reacting at all, except to turn and smile at him.

Seriously, what the hell?

Cecile whispered frantically. “Did you see that?”

“Hmm? Mmm.”

Cecile swiveled to Jacklyn who, once again, had her finger in her mouth. “Did you see what Ethan just did to Morgan?”

“Uhn-uh.”

Cecile reached over and popped Jacklyn’s finger out of her mouth. “I’m going to make it a policy that all food must be eaten with silverware.”

Jacklyn shrugged, smashed some more crumbs. “Morgan won’t let you. She’s the boss. And anyway, that would be a stupid rule. Who’s going to eat bread and cookies with utensils?”

“I was being facetious.”

“Not very well.”

“Never mind. Obviously, you didn’t see what just happened. Ethan groped Morgan.”

Jacklyn’s eyes widened.

“I know!” Cecile said. “And Morgan didn’t do anything to stop it.”

“Whoa.”

They peered over at Morgan and her companions.

Morgan chatted with Mark now, the most reserved member of the trio. He seemed particularly outgoing today. In fact, he was talking animatedly, though Cecile couldn’t hear what he said.

Mark handed Morgan his coffee cup, two handed, and Cecile couldn’t miss the flash of his finger caressing the side of Morgan’s wrist before he let go of the cup.

“Oh-my-God,” Cecile said.

“Hmm?”

“Come on. You didn’t see it? Seriously?”

Jacklyn looked sheepish, and silly, with her finger in her mouth yet again. “Sowwy. Mmph. Bwowny.”

“What?”

“Bwowny.”

“I can’t understand you with your finger in there.”

She pulled it out. “Sorry. I said, brownie.”

“Okay, I can’t stand it anymore. Why are you eating that thing one crumb at a time?”

Jacklyn smiled. “I’m so glad you asked.”

“I know. So …”

“It’s my new plan for maintaining my weight while still getting to eat sugary treats.”

“Gosh, that really is new.”

“Check the sarcasm, please,” Jacklyn said. “The secret is to take a long time eating, that way your body burns up all the calories while you’re eating and never has the chance to turn the sugar into belly fat.”

Cecile shook her head. Jacklyn had a horror of belly fat thanks to the glut of commercials on television and the internet. “It’ll never work.”

“Really? I think it makes perfect sense.”

“It might, if say, you were running on a treadmill while you ate it, but sitting on a barstool like that, you’d have to nurse that brownie for hours before you’d burn off enough calories to equal it.”

Jacklyn frowned at her partially-eaten brownie. “I don’t know if I could eat a brownie one crumb at a time while running on a treadmill.”

“It wouldn’t have to be a treadmill.”

“Obviously. I’m not an idiot. I’m just saying that it would be hard to eat when you’re all out of breath and—”

“Whatever. The critical point here is that you missed it again. Mark did the secret wrist stroke thing to Morgan a minute ago. I saw it.”

“Whoa,” Jacklyn said. “What did Morgan do?”

“I don’t know. You distracted me. But look at her now, she’s not acting like anything weird happened.”

They observed the ongoing conversation at the booth in the back. Morgan certainly wasn’t behaving as if anything untoward had occurred between her and the best friends of the man she was presumably dating. She appeared as chipper as ever.

Morgan reached over and touched Brandon’s cheek, an intimate gesture if ever there was one.

“Well there you go,” Cecile said. “Morgan is definitely still seeing Brandon.”

“Looks like it,” Jacklyn said.

Cecile glanced at her. “What, you actually saw something finally?”

“Gotta look at something to distract me from this brownie if it’s gonna last for another three hours. So what do you think the deal is with those guys?”

Cecile pondered the question. What was the deal? She carefully weighed the evidence, considered the possibilities and quickly came to the only logical explanation.

“Mark and Ethan have been hitting on their buddy’s girlfriend,” she declared with utmost confidence. “And Morgan doesn’t want to hurt Brandon by telling him that his friends are douchebags, so she’s trying to ignore what they’re doing and she’s hoping it’ll go away.”

“It never goes away.” Jacklyn’s brows lowered. “Trust me.”

“I know. Poor Morgan. No wonder she hasn’t given me the go-ahead to snag one of them. She knows they’re losers.”

“Aww, now don’t you feel bad for the mean things you said about her hogging the hotties?”

“Crud. I do. She needs help. You know how innocent and trusting she is. She probably has no idea how to handle this situation.”

“I’d know how to handle it,” Jacklyn said. “I’d wait until I was alone with those two and I’d kick them in the nuts.”

Cecile smiled. “Good one. But you wouldn’t.”

“Oh, you have no idea what I do to guys like that. If there’s anything I can’t stand, it’s disloyalty to friends. A kick in the nuts is too good for them.”

“Maybe so, but I can’t tell Morgan to assault them. I’m going to have to think about this one.”

Jacklyn sent her a look that said there was nothing to think about, the ideal solution was already given. Then she glanced down at her brownie. “I need a to-go bag.”

Cecile reached for the plate. “I’ll wrap it up.”

“Nah, just toss it in a bag. That’ll work better. I have an idea about how I could eat while I’m exercising. See, I’ll crumble the brownie up in a bag and hang it from the handlebars of a stationary bike, and then …”

Cecile’s mind wandered from Jacklyn’s crazy diet plan. She looked at Morgan again, so brave and good, standing there in front of her two tormentors, stoically suffering through their unwanted advances for the sake of Brandon’s feelings. Poor, sweet Morgan. Cecile was determined to think of a way to help her.

Long after she’d sent Jacklyn on her way with a small bag of crumbled brownie bits, and after Brandon, Ethan and Mark had sauntered out of the bakery, Cecile was still formulating a solution to Morgan’s difficulties. It was a tricky situation, and she didn’t want to give bad advice and make things worse for her favorite cousin.

By late-afternoon, quitting time, she still wasn’t confident she’d found the best solution, though she had several good ones. She decided she’d think about it overnight and let the cream rise to the top, as it often did after a good night’s sleep.

She hung around the door waiting for Morgan, wanting to get in a few words before they left for the day. Morgan trudged out from the kitchen, looking exhausted as she often did this past week. Cecile felt a pang of sympathy, knowing it couldn’t be the job that was wearing Morgan out; she always had plenty of energy for the bakery.

Morgan was probably losing sleep from the stress of dealing with Brandon’s friends. Cecile became angry as she thought of the two cocky creeps and what they were doing to her cousin. Well, she’d make sure their fun-time came to an end soon.

“Hey,” Cecile said. “You wanna come over to my place tonight? We could get a pizza and watch ‘Dating the Dorks.’”

A flash of something, Cecile couldn’t tell what, crossed Morgan’s expression. She looked down quickly and dug in her purse. “Where are my stupid keys? I never can find them in here.”

Cecile pointed at the hand grasping the side of her purse. “You’re holding them.”

“Oh, right. Duh. Thanks, Ceece. I’m so … whew … long day, huh?”

“Not really. So, how about it? My place, pizza, and I’ll let you pick the toppings.”

“I can’t. I’m sorry. I’m just … um …”

“You have a hot date with Brandon?”

Morgan’s eyes widened. “No I don’t. I don’t know why you’d—”

“Give it up. I know you had a date with him and are still seeing him.”

Morgan’s shoulders sagged. “How’d you find out? When? Who told you?”

“I’ve known all along. Brandon told me he asked you out. He wanted to know all that sappy stuff like what’s your favorite dessert, how you like your steak cooked, blah blah blah.”

“He did? I didn’t know that. How sweet.”

Cecile felt a twinge of pity for how much Morgan obviously liked Brandon. “Yeah. Anyway. I’m not even going to ask why you never told me yourself.”

“I’m sorry about that. I just didn’t think … I mean … I wasn’t sure if it was going to last … er …”

Cecile gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. Anyway. I’m glad you’re going to have some fun tonight with Brandon. You deserve it.”

“Gee, thanks. I appreciate that.”

“So what are you two going to do?”

“I’m not sure. Probably hang out at his apartment, or something like that.”

“You shouldn’t let him get away with the staying-in stuff so soon. Make him take you out. Wine and dine you while you can get it, while you’ve got the leverage of future you-know.” She raised her eyebrows.

Morgan flushed. “Yeah, right, you-know. Ha. I see what you mean. In the future.”

Cecile was taken aback by Morgan’s response. Going all red at the hint of having sex with Brandon? Man, she truly was crazy about the guy. Adorable. But it would be more adorable once his friends were out of the way.

“I’d better get going,” Morgan said, opening the door and rushing outside.

Cecile traipsed after her. “You should make it an early evening. You’ve got to take care of yourself. You look like you’ve been missing sleep and that’s not good.”

Morgan’s keys clattered to the ground and she bent down, flustered. “Whoops! I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m so clumsy.”

Cecile eyed her bent form. Poor, stressed Morgan.

A shrill wolf whistle caught her attention. She swiveled and looked across the street in the direction of the whistle. A workman stood in front of the former laundromat, a hammer dangling from his hand and a cocky grin plastered on his face.

Cecile looked down at Morgan, picking up her keys, her butt prominently in the air. Heat rushed up Cecile’s chest and neck. She glared at the workman. What a perv, whistling at Morgan like that. How much sexual harassment could a woman be expected to take in one day?

Morgan stood up and fumbled with the keys.

“Don’t you mind that loser,” Cecile said. “I’ll take care of it. Go have fun with Brandon tonight. See you tomorrow.”

Cecile stalked to the curb and waited for a break in traffic.

She heard Morgan’s soft voice behind her. “What? Oh, okay. Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

Cecile hoped she was correct and that she actually heard some relief in Morgan’s voice. She probably was glad Cecile was going to handle the whistling workman.

Traffic died down enough for her to dash across the street. The man stood in front of the building’s covered windows, still grinning.

She gave him a speedy once over. He wasn’t bad looking, she’d give him that. Tall, dark and handsome, she supposed, with a lean, muscular physique that came from working hard all day long, week after week, year after year. He looked good in his yellow hard hat, the brim shading his sexy green eyes. Oh, whatever.

She pointed a long finger at him. “You’ve got a lot of nerve. You shook up my cousin whistling at her like that. I don’t know what makes you guys think women want that kind of attention. We don’t. It creeps us out. Got it? Women. Do. Not. Like. It. Is that clear enough for you?”

His grin grew wider. What lovely white teeth he had. “Sorry about your cousin. I didn’t notice her. I was whistling at you.”

“Me?”

“That’s right.”

“Oh.”

“Exactly.”

Cecile shifted her weight to her other foot. “Why’d you whistle at me?”

“I probably shouldn’t have. But I’ve been watching you go in and out of that bakery for days and you’ve never even glanced at me. I wanted to get your attention.”

“With a wolf whistle?”

“Not a good idea, I see now.”

“You could have come over to the bakery. Ordered something.”

“Yeah, in retrospect I realize that would have been the better approach.”

She had to crane her neck to meet his gaze. How tall was he, anyway? “Well, in the future, watch yourself, that’s all.”

“I’d rather watch you.”

Three for Cici

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Three for Cici is approximately 71 pages long and contains sexual situations that are only suitable for adults.