In The Moonlight (MMF Bisexual Romance)

By A. Anders

A genius billionaire, a sexy rocket engineer, and an introverted curvy girl, go on a wild ride towards love. Dating the boss leads to humor, out of this world sex, and a few tears in this heartwarming romance.

LISA SAMMIE
Having recently graduated from college, Lisa Sammie is a curvy, 22-year-old introvert who lives at home with a mother that makes her feel like crap about herself. Her only relief each day is reading steamy fanfiction about real life tech billionaire, Wynn Wyatt. So when she gets a temp job working at Wynn Wyatt’s rocket company, Moon X, she is ecstatic... that is until she meets drop dead gorgeous chief engineer Drew Winter and things get very complicated.

DREW WINTER
When Drew Winter meets Lisa Sammie, he has a lot of things going on in his life. But spotting the beautiful woman sitting across from him at the bar, he lets go of his troubles and loses himself in her voluptuous curves. If only every night could be like his night with Lisa. But he has problems and they are tearing him apart. Is Lisa the cause of his troubles or the cure?

WYNN WYATT
Wynn Wyatt made his first millions when he was still 25 years old. Taking that money and reinvesting it in companies that changed the world, there were only two areas left for him to conquer, space and love. Will his voluptuous assistant Lisa and gorgeous chief engineer Drew be able to help him with either? How about both? Or will tragedy strike ruining everything he worked for as well as everyone’s chance at love?

‘In The Moonlight’ is a funny, ultra-sexy standalone bisexual menage romance. With explicit MF, MFM and MMF scenes along with numerous twists and turns, ‘In The Moonlight’ has an out of this world HEA ending that you will not forget!

• Language: English
• Publisher: RateABull Publishing
• Release date: May 11, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463357835

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Chapter 1

Lisa

Lisa Sammie drove to the first day of her temp assignment giddy with excitement. She didn’t like the term fan girl, but for Wynn Wyatt, innovator, genius, and founder of the rocket company Moon X, that was exactly what she was.

When her temporary assignment coordinator had called and told her that Moon X was where she would be working, she couldn’t believe it. Now, here she was driving to Moon X’s headquarters about to work there for a day. It was like the start of every Wynn Wyatt fan fiction story she had ever read. Lisa didn’t want to blink because, if this was a dream, she definitely didn’t want to wake up.

Having only recently graduated from college, working for Moon X was going to be the highlight of Lisa’s young life. She had been following Wynn Wyatt’s companies for years. He was basically a superhero, billionaire, genius with incredibly high cheekbones and washboard abs.

How did Lisa know about the abs? Come on. She was a fan girl. The picture of him shirtless in the Bahamas running the Conchman Triathlon was a meme. She looked at it so often it may as well have been her brain’s screensaver. And now, here she was about to spend a day working at his rocket company. She was literally tingling with joy.

Hi, Lisa said leaning out of her car window with a huge smile.

Good morning, the man at the gate replied with nowhere near Lisa’s enthusiasm. Name, please?

Lisa Sammie. I’m a temp. I’m supposed to be reporting to Tina Guzman in Hangar 1A.

The portly, dark-skinned man retreated into his booth and consulted his computer. In a few seconds, he returned with a name tag. Please wear this at all times and you can park in lot Pluto which is back there, he explained pointing to a lot across the street.

Okay, thank you.

It turned out that the Pluto lot was as far away as it sounded. Lisa didn’t care, though. Because, if a week earlier, someone on the Wynn Wyatt tumbler thread had told her that she could see the inside of Moon X in exchange for her left breast, she would have taken it. And her left breast was her good one. Hiking the quarter mile to Hangar 1A was nothing compared to that. And if, while getting there, one of the fast moving cars hit her as she crossed the four lane freeway which somehow lacked a crosswalk, at least she would die happy.

However, making peace with her possible death didn’t actually help Lisa as she approached the freeway needing to cross. Looking down at her cutest two inch heels now layered with dust, she wondered if she could run across without tripping. Lisa had always been a bigger girl so running was never her thing.

Staring down the freeway at the cars which were approaching very quickly, Lisa bent her knees and got ready to sprint. She could feel her heart pounding. This could literally be the day she died. There was nothing that was going to stop her, though. She was about to step foot into Wynn Wyatt’s rocket lair. Was she going to let a reasonably good chance of death stop her from that? Of course not.

With the streets seemingly clear, Lisa took a deep breath and ran. Clutching her backpack and lunch, she didn’t feel the need to look cute. This was survival.

Feeling her body jiggle and then stop, she paused at the grassy divider and then ran on. It was as she crossed the second set of roads when Lisa considered if she was doing this all wrong. Wynn Wyatt couldn’t expect his employees to survive life or death trials every morning before work, could he? Sure, he was known to hang glide and climb mountains, but his employees probably arrived to work not even having had their morning coffee. A live action version of ‘Lara Croft: Tombraider’ seemed a lot to ask of them.

Undeniably out of breath, Lisa came to a stop as she crossed onto the grass just outside the facility’s executive parking lot. From there she was able to squeeze between the electric cars – all created at Wynn Wyatt’s electric car company – and then walk up to the entrance of Hangar 1A.

Entering what had to be the coolest rocket-themed lobby she had ever been in, she approached the receptionist.

Hi there, a friendly Latino guy in his early-thirties said.

Hi, Lisa replied feeling her excitement return. I’m here to meet Tina Guzman in Hangar 1A.

Sure. One second. The man picked up the phone and called someone. Yes, this is Juan from the front desk. I have a… I’m sorry, what’s your name?

Lisa Sammie.

I have a Lisa Sammie here to see you. Juan paused for a moment, thanked the person and then hung up. If you’d like to take a seat, Tina will be out in a moment to get you.

Lisa felt her face flush hearing those words. She couldn’t believe that she was here. Actually, she couldn’t believe she was anywhere after crossing a four lane freeway. But, on top of that, she couldn’t believe that she was here.

Lisa Sammie? A shorter, almost Indian looking woman said to her as she exited the hangar’s internal doors.

Lisa shot to her feet. Yes.

Hi. Nice to meet you, Tina said offering her hand.

Lisa couldn’t remember much of what was said after that. She was too busy putting everything she had into not slipping into fan girl mode. If she could just not embarrass herself, it would be her own personal moon landing. After all, she had just shaken the hand of someone who worked at Moon X and had probably touched Wynn Wyatt himself.

Lisa didn’t know how she was managing to keep herself together, but she was. Led behind the hangar’s internal doors, Lisa was greeted with something she would never have expected. The hangar was just that. It was literally a revamped aircraft hangar.

The area was huge and sprawling out in front of her with what looked like endless cubicles. At the far end of the room, however, was something she would never have expected. Lisa froze as soon as she spotted it. It was a real life, full-sized rocket.

It’s impressive, isn’t it? Tina said waking Lisa from her stupor.

‘Hell yeah, it was,’ Lisa thought. Even though she replied, I’m sorry, what? while trying not to pee herself.

The rocket. It’s impressive.

Oh. Yeah. It’s all right, I guess, Lisa said trying to remain cool.

Tina chuckled. It’s okay if you wanna geek out. I mean, I once had my first day here too. We’re standing in front of a rocket that actually went into space. You can be impressed.

Lisa exhaled relieved. Oh, thank God. Because I can’t tell you how exciting this is for me.

Don’t worry, I get it. Everyone here gets it. We’re working for Wynn Wyatt and we’re friggin’ sending rockets into space. Don’t worry, that isn’t lost on any of us, Tina said with a smile.

You mean that Wynn Wyatt actually comes in to work here? In this building?

Yeah. His office is at the far end. When he comes in, he’s fairly busy, though. So I do not recommend you hanging out down there for any reason, Tina said knowingly. I mean, at some point, you might need to go down there to make a copy or something. But it’s best to do what you have to do, and then return to her desk. Just be cool about it, Tina instructed cheerfully.

Lisa looked at Tina amazed. She couldn’t believe it. Tina was a fan girl too. What must it be like for her to come in every day and be around all of this? It had to be like heaven.

After Tina showed Lisa to her desk, Tina gave her a list of responsibilities for the day. She was to be the receptionist for the combustion engineers. Tina explained that these were the engineers that did things like design fuel lines and valves. The more Tina explained, the less impressive it sounded. So Lisa decided to stick with how Tina originally described them. They were the folks responsible for everything that exploded.

The main responsibility on Lisa’s to-do list was printing out and retrieving schematics from a printer in an adjacent room. It was all simple enough. Add that to answering the occasional phone and Lisa figured that she was going to have a fairly easy day.

But, in spite of how easy everything seemed, it didn’t make waiting for her first call any less nerve-racking. Lisa wasn’t someone who would ever be described as a people person. She was an introvert. And if she could spend 24/7 in her bedroom, she definitely would.

A girl, however, needed to work. And if she had the chance to work at her fantasy man’s rocket company, then she was willing to endure the tiring act of interacting with humans.

Mercifully, it didn’t take long for Lisa to get her first call breaking the ice. With the phone buzzing in front of her, Lisa took a deep inhale and answered it.

Hello, Jennifer’s desk, Lisa said referring to the nameplate sitting in front of her.

Hi, a confused man responded. You’re not Jennifer.

No. Jennifer’s out for the day. I’ll be covering her desk until she gets back. Is there anything I can help you with?

Oh. Yes. I just printed out plot grid A-7 to D-14. When it’s done, can you bring it to Conference Room B?

Sure thing, she agreed only familiar with a few of the words in his request. Plot grid A-7 to D-14? What was that? And where was Conference Room B?

Really wanting to appear competent at her temp jobs, Lisa had long ago sworn that she would only ask for help on an assignment as a last resort. Certainly, she was smart enough to figure most things out, including this. After all, she knew where the printer room was, and she had glimpsed what could be conference rooms when she had entered the hangar.

From the many other temp jobs she had, Lisa knew that what everyone was looking for was someone who was self-sufficient. Moon X was her dream job. She definitely wanted to make a great impression here.

Getting up from her desk, Lisa headed to the printer room. In it were three printers that were each 5 feet wide. All three of the machines were rapidly printing something and each was spitting out what had to be schematics.

Lisa decided that this was where the A-7 to D-14 part would become important. But, the question was, how was she going to tell which of these schematics were which?

Lisa felt the pressure mount as she approached the first printer. Not wanting to disturb anything, she gently pushed the paper around until she found the beginning of the image. Scanning the edge of it, she didn’t find any writing or designators at all.

Deciding to be less gentle, she stretched out the roll of paper. Looking at the image, she was impressed. Impressed or not, however, she couldn’t tell what was what. What she could tell, though, was that the image was almost complete. Stretching it out like a bedsheet hanging between clotheslines, she watched it print its last lines. It was at the very end that she spotted something.

G-27 to H-28, she read aloud.

A feeling of relief washed through her. She could do this. She knew what she was looking for. She was right, she wasn’t a complete idiot.

Doing her best to return the bedsheet-sized paper back to where it had fallen, she checked the second printer and then the third.

It’s always the last place you look, she reminded herself.

Waiting for the final printer to complete, she breathed another sigh of relief when A-7 to D-14 was printed at the end. Now she just had to figure out how to detach the paper from the roll. What she discovered was that there was a button marked cut. When she pressed it, it moved a small knife across the paper allowing the edge of it to join the rest of it on the ground.

This was it. She had found what she had come for and now she just needed to take it to Conference Room B. So, gathering the loosely fallen schematics into her arms, she headed towards where she thought she had seen the conference rooms.

As she got closer to the conference room hallway, she started to reconsider the haphazard way in which she had gathered the paper. Now that she knew what she was looking for, she started to notice 5 foot tubes of paper everywhere. Perhaps she was supposed to roll it up, she considered. No, of course she was supposed to roll it up. What type of moron gathered paper from the ground without rolling it up?

As Lisa began to reconsider more of her life choices, a sign appeared on the wall in front of her. It read Conference Room B. She was there. Looking into the huge glass window before her, she spotted a gorgeous man who most certainly had to be an underwear model. Strong cheekbones, broad shoulders, a tapered waist, he looked like he stepped off of the pages of some clothing catalog.

Succumbing to the power of such unmatched hotness, Lisa’s mouth slowly dropped open. It was then that the super-hot guy spotted her. With an arm full of a paper and the expression of someone incapable of dressing herself, the man-god gestured her to come in.

Two children and a mortgage into her they-would-have-beautiful-babies-together fantasy, Lisa woke herself up and pulled herself together. She was already a woman carry 50 ft.² of unrolled paper, she had to show some dignity.

Lisa, reaching forward and fumbling with the door’s handle, eventually opened the door and entered the room.

Um, I guess you can just put that on the table, the familiar voice said gesturing towards the ten foot conference table in front of him.

What Lisa next discovered as she approached the table was that, apparently, there was no elegant way to put down 50 ft.² of unrolled paper. So, instead of pretending like there was, she held her breath, dumped A-7 to D-14 onto the table, and then refused to make eye contact with anyone as she quickly fled.

Thank you, the gorgeous guy said as she scurried out.

Safely back into the hallway, Lisa moved as quickly as she could past the window only looking back when there was a moment of viewing left. That was when she turned and looked at the hot guy again. Damn, he was amazing looking. Lisa hadn’t even realized they made men like him in real life. She had always figured that the guys in magazines were just stored in warehouses somewhere until their next photo shoot where they were then dressed and posed.

It made no sense to her that someone like him could exist in real life. It just seemed unfair. And what topped off the unfairness was that she had just humiliated herself in front of him like some dancing hippo. How could she do that? How could she make the best day of her life the most embarrassing?

Returning to her desk, Lisa was given a cruel amount of time to think about it. It was like being given a timeout, only, in this time out, she was forced to watch all of her beautiful fantasy babies die. How could she have done this to little Sebastian and Thomas, the twins she would have dressed alike and taught to speak French?

Lisa was très deep into her humiliation spiral when with great relief, her phone rang. She made note of the number.

Hello? She asked insecurely.

Yes. It’s me again. I’m printing out D-15 to E-22.

Okay. I’ll bring it in, Lisa replied still mourning the loss of the loves of her fantasy life.

Hanging up the phone, Lisa marched into the printing room with purpose. She knew what she was doing this time, so when the third printer stopped printing, she pressed the cut button and went to work. Not only did she roll the paper – like a boss – but she found, not one, but three elastic bands to hold it together.

Marching back to the conference room, Lisa knew what she had to do. She couldn’t be known as the bumbling temp. She was a strong, capable woman. She had to let them know.

Straightening her back, she approached the conference room window without looking in. As if she belonged there, she threw the door open, marched in, and smacked her tube of paper onto the table. There was no way that she was going to look at him again. Why would she need to? She was a strong, capable woman. She didn’t need his approval.

Lisa was ready to whip her hair back and head out of the room when something unexpectedly registered in the corner of her eye. There were two new people in the room. They were seated across the table from where the gorgeous guy stood, and there was a high pitched squeal in her head screaming for her to turn around and look at them.

Heat wafted from her face in the brief time it took her to register the thought. Her chest clenched and she lost her breath. ‘It couldn’t be,’ she thought. But there was only one way to find out.

When Lisa turned around and spotted Wynn Wyatt sitting less than ten feet from her, she almost peed her pants. That isn’t an exaggeration. It took everything Lisa had to not open her bladder and drain the contents of it onto the conference room floor. Seated in front of her was the subject of more erotic fan fiction than Lisa could read in a month, and she knew that because she had read it all.

She was still a strong, capable woman, however. And it wouldn’t do to slide herself across the table and grab at his clothes like some crazy fan girl. No, she was a professional. She would simply take in every detail of his essence and file it in her spank bank for later.

Just before the moment it got creepy, Lisa pulled herself away and left the room. Walking back to her desk, all she could think about was Wynn and what he might’ve thought about her. Did he notice her? Did he like her?

She had been sure to wear her most professional yet alluring dress to work, so at least there was that. But, did he appreciate it? Would he think about her later as she was unquestionably going to be doing for the rest of her life?

Lisa didn’t get another phone call for a while which was perfect because she needed time to process what had just happened. After she asked herself every possible question she could about what Wynn might have thought about her, she turned her attention to the image of him sitting there.

As she had noticed when she first sensed his presence, he hadn’t been sitting alone. As she thought about the image which was now burned into her mind, she recognized the person sitting with him. His name was Bowe Palmer and he was the cofounder of Moon X. The two of them had started the company together and by all accounts, were serious BFFs.

It was amazing to see Wynn Wyatt in the flesh, but to see the both of them together was something else. Lisa was a diehard Wynn Wyatt fanfiction fan, but no fanfiction was complete without at least alluding to Bowe Palmer. And now, here they were, the both of them casually sitting together as if they weren’t about to become the subject of every one of her erotic fantasies.

Can you bring in I-30 to J-32, the gorgeous man asked when he called again.

Lisa agreed and was much better prepared for what would happen this time around. Collecting and securing the engine schematics, she threw it on her shoulder like a musket and marched it over. Her plan was to walk in, plop it down, and walk out like it was nothing.

It had been a great plan and was sure to get Wynn to notice her if the people in the room weren’t already engaged in what could almost be described as a screaming match.

How dare anyone talk to Wynn Wyatt like that? Didn’t they know who he was?

Lisa entered the room getting a better look at what was going on. It seemed like the gorgeous man and Wynn Wyatt were going at it. They weren’t exactly arguing, per se, but they were talking passionately. Lisa wasn’t sure what they were talking about, but she decided that it was best for her to get in and out as quickly as she could.

Waiting for another call, and opportunity to see Wynn Wyatt, she ate her lunch at her desk. Nothing came of it.

As lunch time turned into the end of the day, Lisa was beginning to think that her incredible adventure with Wynn Wyatt had come to an end. With her just about to lose hope, she heard a familiar voice echoing down the conference room hallway. It was getting closer.

It couldn’t be happening. Was Wynn Wyatt about to pass her desk? This was incredible.

Lisa only had a moment to get herself prepared. Brushing her hair back was all she had time for.

I told you, when the valve opens it releases .2 Pascals of pressure. That is absolutely within the margin of safety. The odds of anything bad happening are less than a thousand to one, Wynn told Bowe.

You say that like a thousand to one is good odds, Bowe said sarcastically.

Okay. Then it’s like a million to one. Whatever it is, the likelihood of something bad happening is negligible, Wynn said as he crossed in front of Lisa’s desk.

As Lisa watched, she drank in every word the two said and made note of every movement they made. She wanted to remember