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I’ll make it up to him.
The excitement and enthusiasm in the room gives me the perfect chance to move both my hands towards the district manager, turning all attention to him while I slip away with my bonus, whoever she is.
“All yours… Jason!” I finally blurt, recalling his name from a meet and greet a few weeks back, when we were eyeballing the takeover.
He gives me a sour look which brightens once all eyes turn to him and I mouth the words ‘I owe you one’.
My trademark point and wink works and in seconds I’ve snatched my coat from the thing from a wax museum and grabbed my real interest by the wrist, pulling her behind me towards an exit.
“Where’s your office?” I ask her once I find the foyer, heading for the elevators.
Feeling her tense up behind me, I turn to see what’s wrong.
Her eyes tell me everything, her hand pulling back on mine makes me stop.
“I just thought…” I start to say, but she’s shaking her head.
“I’m just a secretary,” she says, wincing and looking behind her, waiting for someone or something to come after her.
“Not anymore you’re not,” I tell her firmly, and with a gentle tug as I smile, she yields to me.
The first time of many, I hope.
“Where are we going?” she asks, smiling finally as my grip on her eases but doesn’t let up.
“Wherever we can be alone,” I tell her, inviting her with a glance to select a floor from the elevator panel.
Thinking for a moment, she presses a floor and within seconds I feel us both moving up and away from the crowd I really have no mind to work with right now.
The only person I want is right here, so close but still so far away as I feel her slipping from my grip.
“I should’ve-” I start to say, but her coy smile lets me know it’s alright.
She’s shivering. Nerves or cold?
I can’t help but notice her thick nipples still probing her blouse, and checking my own arousal I feel like it’s time to keep myself covered with my coat over my crotch.
We both exhale a little, and I realize she’s not the only one who’s a little nervous as the bell pings.
“Where we headed?” I ask her.
She makes a face. “Big boss’s floor, he’s on holiday,” she adds.
I make a mental note.
District manager here, full staff working days out from Christmas eve and yet, big boss...
“Big Boss?” I ask her, confused.
“Dane Jennings, heir to the Jennings-”
I make a loud sound, nodding my head.
The guy we just bought out. His whole life’s a fucking holiday as if a few hundred million will make a difference.
“So why here?” I ask, noting my own excitement now instead of nervousness in my voice.
“Why don’t you tell me?” she says, turning away and finding the thick brass handrail by the floor to ceiling windows that span the whole floor.
Oh, I like her.
I like her a lot.Chapter FiveAvery“I like to come up here sometimes, to get away,” I tell him.
It really felt like he wanted to take me someplace, but I realize quickly, like me, he just wanted to get away. So I brought us here.
Where nobody ever really comes.
It’s old, the only floor of the whole building they left untouched; the only place I feel like nothing can touch me.
It smells of cigars, leather, and wood. The oak paneling on the walls and the heavy leather furniture, along with the sheer age of the place gives it a feeling that matches the view.
A view I like to try and imagine from another time, another place.
“It’s beautiful,” is the only thing I can add, too nervous to face him, but I feel his presence coming closer behind me.
“It certainly is,” he says softly, stopping inches behind me, making me shudder again as I feel his power, his size.
His presence.
“Do you like older things?” he asks, his voice like the cigars and leather of antiquity in the air.
“I adore old things,” I gush, turning suddenly and practically falling right into him again.
I feel his hands clap over mine, keeping me close, and I can see he’s been watching me the whole time, not the view or the old things.
“I’m an old thing,” he murmurs, and I feel myself shiver again under his touch, forcing me to look away.
I can’t believe any of this is even real anymore.
“Do you like me?” he probes further, keeping a hold of me again, and I know he won’t let go until I give him an answer.
“I… I don’t even know you,” I tell him, lying.
Wishing he’d just move those strong hands onto my hips, pull me close and damned well kiss me with his sultry mouth.
He lets out a low sound, almost disappointed, but when I finally have the courage to look into his eyes, I see them, blazing with curiosity.
