“I don’t think there’s enough room in this bed for you and your ego.” Laughing I pinch her ass cheek, earning a squeal.
“Get in the shower before I start fucking you again.” She pulls away from me, my cock slipping out of her. I watch as she makes her way to the en-suite, my gaze drawn to my cum running down her thighs. I can't wait to get her pregnant. My cock hardens instantly; Paige is better than any Viagra on the market, not that I’ve ever needed that shit. But I’ve also never had this insatiable reaction to anyone before. I climb out of bed and make my way to the shower where I plan on going back on my word and fucking my girl again.
I’m in the kitchen sipping my coffee, waiting for Paige to come downstairs. I’ve made her the milky froth she likes to call coffee, cringing at it as I take another swig of my black brew. Give me the strong stuff over that fluffy shit any day. I see her enter out of the corner of my eye; turning I take her in fully. Yeah, she’s going to come work for me. She looks fucking fantastic and I hate the thought of other guys at work ogling her. She has a fitted navy dress on, a cream blazer and nude heels, seriously high, fuck me, heels. I’m also totally aware of the tan stockings and sexy red lingerie she has on underneath; already wishing I could unwrap her.
“I made you a coffee,” my voice comes out like gravel.
“Thank you,” she smiles at me, picking it up and taking a sip. She moans her approval.Fuck, baby, don’t do that to me.I adjust myself in my slacks, getting a fucking semi already. This girl has no idea of the effect she has on me.
“I want to talk to you about work.” She looks at me over the rim of her mug, eyebrows raised. “I want you to work for me.” I’m not pussy footing around with this. I want her, in every way, in every aspect of my life. I’m aware my obsession with her is unhealthy, I just don’t give a shit.
“You don’t know anything about the way I work, Gray, I could be a terrible fit,” she takes a deep breath. “I could be useless, I’m not,” she adds, “but you don’t know that. The point is, Gray, we click personally. But you know nothing about me when it comes to work.” I hold my hand up, stopping her before she can continue.
“Am I offering this job for selfish reasons? Yes, I admit, I am. I want you with me; I want to see more of you. I also want to be able to make sure you’re not worked into the ground. But,” I add, before she can interrupt, which I can tell she wants to do, “I also know enough to warrant a job offer. You have a first-class honours in Business andEconomics from Oxford University.” I begin ticking the reasons off on my fingers. “You got offered a job at Goldman Sachs straight out of university. You are highly intelligent and well spoken, you’re confident and have a fantastic work ethic. Christ, Paige, you were there until the middle of the night making sure you got things finished. I would be lucky to have you at my company. Me offering you a job is not just for my personal gain, you would be an asset, an asset I plan on stealing from Goldmans.” I slide an envelope across the counter to her.
“What’s this?” She asks, cocking her head.
“My offer letter,” her eyes shoot to mine. “There’s also a resignation letter in there ready for your signature. I’d like you to hand that in today.”
“You’re insane,” she whispers.
“Positively certifiable when it comes to you. What’s your notice period?” She runs her hands through her hair; I can see her trying to process everything.
“I’m still in my first year, so four weeks.” I nod. I’d hoped that would be the case.
“Good, if you hand your notice in today, you can start with me in the new year.”
“I haven’t agreed to anything yet, Gray,” she states.
“You will,” I say. I’m confident that she’ll come around, if not today, then soon. “Now let’s go, I want to drop you at your office.”
“You don’t need to do that, it’s out of your way. I’ll just jump in a taxi.” She is seriously asking for a spanking.
“Stop arguing with me, Paige and let me look after you.”
“Fine,” she huffs.
“And it wouldn’t be out of my way if you came and worked for me,” I can’t help but add.
Chapter 14
Paige
I’m going to do it. I’ll be honest, I had no intention of handing in my notice. I was not going to curtail to Gray's ridiculous demands. However, that was before my dick of a boss became impossibly worse. The mountain of work piling up on my desk is like fucking Everest. All while, my delightful boss is out lunching with his old cronies. I wouldn’t mind working my ass off and doing these hours if it was for someone that was actually good at their job, or had even an ounce of work ethic. Unfortunately, my boss has neither of those attributes. I’m currently standing at the printer nearest my desk, scanning the resignation letter I’ve just signed. Still not completely convinced I’m going through with it.
“Paige,” my boss’ voice booms across the open plan floor, “where are the papers for the four o’clock with Christo?”
“On your desk. I also emailed a copy to you,” I grit out.
He grunts and heads to his office. Senior management get offices along the walls looking out over the city; while we mere mortals get the bull pen in the middle of the floor.
“I’m off. I want the financials and sales forecasts for Imperial tomorrow.” His beady little eyes give me a lewd once over, making my skin crawl. He's never done anything to cause concern, but every so often, there's a look that just gives you the creeps. With that, he hoists his protruding stomach back over his belt, turns on his heel and marches out. That’s it. That is my tipping point. He is asking for hours upon hours of work, that absolutely does not need to be completed tonight. The meeting isn’t for at least two weeks time. His demands are outrageous, unnecessary and completely out of order. Knowing I have another option has completely changed things. Is working with Grayson a wise move? Probably not, but it’s the move I’m going to make if I don’t want to be burnt out in my twenties. Some people live for this; I apparently am not one of them. Maybe things would be different if my boss was a decent human being; but he isn’t and they’re not. I get up from my desk, walk into Barry’s office and place my resignation letter on his desk, feeling the weight from my shoulders lift immediately. He won’t get it until he comes in tomorrow; what a lovely surprise he’ll get over his breakfast sandwich. I then email the scanned copy to HR letting them know that I’ll work my four weeks notice, effective today. Within minutes my desk phone rings, I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.
***
Grayson
I’m not sure when, but I’m convinced that Paige will come and work for me. I’ve planted the seed and now I just need to keep feeding it. I want her here with me. I’ve already picked out her desk; it’s near my office and when I sit down at my computer and my blinds are up, I’ll have a complete view of her. Though I plan on her spending a lot of time in here with me. My desk phone rings, surprising me out of my daydream.
