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Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato

by

MyMerryMen

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Chapter 5

Three months later…

It was a rainy September day and Lester was sitting in his cubicle, his head buried in a mountain of paperwork, when his desk phone buzzed, effectively yanking him away from the takedown reports he was looking through.

"Yo!" He snarled morosely. If there was one thing he hated more than desk duty, it was being interrupted once he found his rhythm.

"Brett speaking. There was a parcel delivered to the front desk. It's marked CONFIDENTIAL and addressed to you, Bobby and Tank. Do you want to pick it up?"

"Who's the sender?"

"A Charlotte D'Orsay, Perth, Australia. It—"

Lester felt a jolt racing through his body and he was on his feet and on the way to the stairwell before Brett had the chance to finish his sentence. It had been three months since their meeting with Charlie and there hadn't passed a day that Lester's thoughts hadn't gone back to that memorable night he, Bobby and Tank spent with her. God, that woman was a little minx. She had played them like no other woman had ever dared, had put the fear of God in them, and proven to never underestimate the female gender. Laughing out loud, Lester leaped several stairs at a time and half a minute later burst through the door onto the first floor. Sure enough Brett stood behind the front desk looking curiously at a 12" x 16" box that was about 6" high and appeared extremely important.

"Who's Charlotte D'Orsay?" He asked as soon as Lester was within earshot.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Les answered with a chuckle.

Grinning, he grabbed the package and turned on his heel.

"Tell the control room that I'm offline until further notice," he threw over his shoulder before vanishing into the stairwell.

While Les hurried up to the fourth floor he whipped his cell phone out of his front pocket and sent a quick text to Bobby and Tank.

Got a parcel from Charlie. Meet me at my apartment.

Exhaling deeply, he stepped into his apartment, closed the door behind him, strode over to the couch, laid the package in the middle of the coffee table, put his combat knife next to it, and then sat down, eyeing the box with giddy anticipation.

He couldn't believe how stressed out he'd been over that night three months ago. Bobby had puked in the garage and then fainted in the hotel lobby and even Tank had momentarily lost his famous control. They'd felt like boys being lead to the scaffold, performance anxiety being the least of their concerns. Chuckling, Lester leaned back into the overstuffed cushion and closed his eyes. They'd been so wrong. There was nothing to fear, but Charlie let them believe there was. Oh, how she let them believe it. She constantly made sexual innuendos, how she hoped they were up to her expectations. The only one smiling all the time had been Bobby.

That little fucker had known the truth and let Tank and I sweat, Lester thought as he took a trip down memory lane. Dinner had been like running the gauntlet. Tank and I were quaking in our boots and the increasing rumbling in my tummy caused me to keep an eye on the beeline to the bathrooms. Afterward, Charlie took us upstairs to her suite and made us change into casual clothes so we could go clubbing. Again all those innuendos how drool worthy we were and sexy and how she had plans for us all night long. She was merciless. Tank squeaked like a girl when she riveted on the front of his pants and told him she could see that he was built like a horse and that she expected him to 'deliver later'. The fact that she always kept a respectful distance and never touched us once should have told us that we weren't in danger, but damn, that woman could make you sweat and shit your pants with her gleaming eyes and witty tongue.

The sound of the apartment door opening made Lester turn his head and focus on Tank and Bobby. His friends vainly tried to hide their excitement that was literally bubbling out of them.

"You're grinning like an idiot, Santos," Tank grumbled, playing cool, before letting his eyes fall on the box sitting on the coffee table.

"Just thinking about the heavenly massages we got from Charlie."

It wasn't hard for Tank and Bobby to detect the hint of lust in Lester's eyes. Groaning softly, they walked the short distance to the couch and plopped down right and left of their brother.

"I thought she'd forgotten us," Bobby said with a low voice, resisting the urge to grab the box and rip it open.

"She'd never do that. She's the greatest!"

Tank nodded quietly, agreeing with every word that Lester had said. Damn, that woman had gotten under his skin. She had looked right into his soul and bared his deeply buried fears and insecurities, only to help him overcome them and feel stronger than ever. And all that in the course of one night, mind you.

"It's addressed to all of us. Who's going to open it?" He asked quietly, his voice scarcely audible in the silent room.

"I will." Bobby eagerly leaned forward, grabbed Lester's knife and the box and sat back. "After all I'm her favorite."

That earned him a sharp elbow to the gut from Lester, who seized the package and scowled at Bobby not to dare to take it away from him. One well-aimed slice with the knife and the flaps were open and all three men were peaking curiously at the contents. A DVD was lying on top with a Post-it sticker attached that had the words Watch me! scrawled neatly on it. Lester booted his state-of-the-art entertainment center up and shortly after their sweet friend Charlie appeared on the screen with her infectious smile that could light up a room.

TBC...

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