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Chapter Two
Camilla
It wasn’t really nepotism. Not in the proper sense. Cooper had helped me get the job at Sure Thing Graphics, but really only by recommending me for it. For some reason, Mr. White had listened to him. Probably because Cooper had been with the design firm for so long.
Not that I was complaining. It was the closest thing to a stable job I’d had for a while. I’d spent the past few years drifting a bit, bouncing around between two or three part-time jobs. Most of them dangerous or humiliating.
My degree in philosophy was not opening a lot of doors. Not that Mill wasn’t fascinating, or that Camus didn’t have some really good and useful things to say about how the world actually worked, but there was nothing about how to cope with having to live in it.
I won’t lie, it was nice to only need to have one job in a fancy, safe office. I could have done without the uncomfortable office clothes — not that I would have rather gone naked — but it turned out that had been an assumption on my part. Most of the people in the conference room were dressed in a casual manner, including the old owner Beau Davis. I made a mental note to wear jeans the next day. I wanted to fit in.
Trying not to fidget, I stood before my brother and the Sure Thing crew. Looking professional was the only way they were going to take me seriously, but it was hard. My eyes kept wandering to the white letters on Aden’s black T-shirt. The fabric was tight, pulled over his very, very defined pecs. If I stared hard, I could see the indentation of his nipples.
Unbidden, my eyes drifted lower. My brother’s best friend was sitting back from the table, one foot on the knee of the other leg. The position he was in let me see the way the cotton T clung to his rounded six-pack abs down to the bump that signaled the button on his dark jeans. Lower, if I turned my head a bit, I could almost catch a satisfying glimpse of the large bulge that rested between his long legs. The former soldier’s body had always driven me crazy. It was the stuff of fantasy—a fantasy I was determined to touch even though I was a virgin.
I knew Aden was some kind of hotshot at the company, and I could understand why. I had seen some of his artwork. It was stunning and unique. Very much him. Now I had a chance to really show him my great appreciation. He was kind of a captive audience considering that we would be working closely together several hours a day. An idea that I loved.
I stood in silence, waiting for Mr. White to finish, all the seats in the room already taken. Marla and I were flanking Ryan like his hot bodyguards. To be fair, I couldn’t be sure if he had intentionally planned it that way. He was clever but not evil.
Ryan gave his blessing, and all the assembled congregation went about their work.
The office was a pretty open concept, the movable walls of the cubicles the only thing resembling structures. It just so happened that my new desk was across from Aden’s cubicle, giving me a clear view through the door. I could hardly believe my luck, life rarely being so perfect.
Seizing the first opportunity I had, I strolled around the office, making it look to all the world like I was hard at work — a skill I had learned while still at college. Making up the best cup of coffee in my life, I wafted over to Aden’s cubicle, trying my hardest to look casual.
“Hey,” I said, doing my best to sound sexy and breathless.
“Hi,” he said curtly, not looking up from his drafting table.
“I thought you might like some coffee.”
“Thanks, putting it on the desk,” he said, eyes glued to the image appearing on the screen in front of him.
I put the cup on the glass and metal desk, close enough to be reached but not close enough to pose a hazard to Aden’s equipment. Making sure to press my breasts up against his shoulder as I did so, I pretended to look at what he was working on. Peeking down at his lap, I could actually see him getting hard. For all his attempted disinterest, I knew Aden was into me.
Unable to contain myself, I slid my hand seductively onto his thigh and softly squeezed his hard cock, which was straining against its denim prison for release and relief.
“Don’t,” he said, grabbing my wrist, though not hard.
Aden sounded firm and even a bit angry, but I could see lust in his bright eyes. He was hungry. Hankering for a piece of me, which I would be more than happy to give him if he would only give me a chance.
“I’m going to seduce you, struggle how you may,” I whispered into his ear.
He pulled back, looking shocked.
I sashayed slowly away to go and speak to Jinx in the next cubicle. Making sure to give Aden a good view of my sweet ass, which looked even better in the snug dress I was wearing.
I could almost hear him drooling.
Aden wasn’t the only one responding in a physical way. My tight pussy was wet since I touched him. My mind continued to go back to the warm, stiff feeling of his cock under my palm. I had never felt one before. All I wanted to do was get my hands, and other body parts, on it again.
I watched the clock waiting for my break, nearly running to the bathroom when the appointed time arrived.
One of the more forward-thinking companies, the designers of the Sure Thing building decided to make all of the bathrooms single occupancy. Doubling the number on every floor from four to eight. Allowing anyone to use the bathroom in privacy and safety.
It also allowed me to strip completely naked from the waist down to relieve the pressure on my pussy. I touched it lightly to see what was going on. Still wet and sensitive, my clit at full attention, I was going to have to be gentle if I was going to do what clearly needed to be done.
It wasn’t that hard to imagine. I had seen Aden naked before — accidentally, of course… At least the first couple of times. The image of his large, thick cock was burned into my mind. All I had to do was close my eyes, and I could see it as clearly as if it was right in front of me.
