by Ana Vela
She didn’t know if she believed Victoria could guide her all the way to a partnership, but she certainly hadn’t steered her wrong so far. Anastasia slid into the booth beside Robert with a small, private smile for him. She was thinking of the folded paper in her purse. Just in case, she thought. It’s always good to be prepared.
Robert inclined his head slightly in her direction. Perfectly business-like. “Anastasia.” Beneath the edge of the tablecloth, his hand was already resting on her knee. She considered pushing him off. Tonight was supposed to be about him showing her how he sealed the deal with a huge client. But his warm palm felt so good against her bare skin that she let it rest.
He didn’t attempt to slide any higher. Yet. Still, the promise that he might, here in front of a restaurant full of rich, classy people, sent a tingle of lust twisting through her belly. She ordered a Redheaded Slut, smiling at the thought of Victoria. Robert quirked a brow at her drink choice.
“I nurse them. It’ll help keep my head clear. Any of my favorites and I might get carried away.” She winked. Robert chuckled.
“Smart girl.” But she could see a bit of tightness around his mouth. He wasn’t blasé about landing Willis. The man was a notoriously hard sell. Demanding, exacting, and not very nice. Handsome though, she realized, as he strode up to their table with the grace of a jungle cat. He didn’t have to introduce himself. Parker Willis oozed with a kind of vicious charm. His suit probably cost more than Anastasia made in a year. His shoes were custom Italian leather. The watch at his wrist could buy a house.
He was shorter than she expected, barely 5’10, with a broad, stocky build. He looked more like a dock worker than a tech guru. He had dark brown hair and eyes some would call soulful or deep, surrounded by long, dark lashes. His mouth was a cruel twist, his upper lip thinner than the lower. His nose was a blade, very aristocratic. He flicked a look from Robert to her and back.
“Oh, you brought me a present?” His straight, white teeth flashed as he folded himself into the chair, leaving the booth to them. Robert didn’t even bat an eyelash.
“This is Miss Nabokov, my protégé.”
Hearing Robert call her that sent a thrill of pride through her. Yes, they fucked like bunnies, but she had been learning from him too. And more than just how to take his massive cock, just as Victoria had said. She was happy to hear the older man acknowledge it.
“Yeah, whatever,” Willis replied. “I don’t really care who she is. You wanted to talk, talk. Tell me how you can make me more money, as if I didn’t already have more than I know what to do with.” He flicked his fingers at a passing waiter. The man wasn’t their server but he skidded to a halt as if Willis had him on a string.
“Yes, sir, Mr. Willis?”
“Vodka, rocks. The good stuff, not the swill you keep in the rack. And keep them coming.” As the waiter skittered off, Parker turned dark eyes on Robert. “If I have to listen to you sell me your vacuum cleaners, I’m going to need a few stiff ones.”
It was clear to Anastasia that Parker Willis was a man who enjoyed making a spectacle of himself. Other diners were turning to look at him, whispering behind their hands, pointing. His grin seemed to grow wider by the minute. He fiddled with his shirt cuffs. The cufflinks were diamonds, she saw. Parker shot her a provoking look. “You know what I mean, don’t you, sweetheart? Bet you’d love a few stiff ones. One in each hole, am I right?”
He was trying to ruffle her. Anastasia blushed, of course. She always blushed. But it wasn’t embarrassment. She saw the triumph in his eyes though, and gave him a bright smile in return.
“Maybe after dinner, Mr. Willis. I hear they have great swordfish here, and I’d hate to miss that.”
Parker laughed. “Not bad. You’ve got a sassy mouth. I like that in a woman. Especially when it’s wrapped around my dick.”
The waiter gasped at the crude language, flushing deeper red than Anastasia as he set the vodka down. Parker’s dark eyes didn’t leave her face as he spoke to the waiter. “Take it away. Tell the bartender to open a new bottle or I’ll buy this place just so I can fire him personally.” The server swallowed audibly and snatched the glass back up, hurrying away.
Anastasia saw the twinkle in Parker’s eyes. He was getting off on all this. The waiter’s reaction to his crude language had given him a real charge. Throughout dinner she spoke very little, watching and listening as Robert explained how he could take Parker’s money and make it make more and more money. Diversify. Aggressive. High yield.
Parker fired off questions like a marksmen, but she didn’t think he really cared one way or another. She’d be willing to bet he’d made up his mind before he’d even arrived tonight. So, when he fired a question at her she turned it around on him.
“Why are you here, Mr. Willis?” She felt Robert stiffen slightly beside her and flicked him a quick glance to get him to stay still and let her be. “I mean, you have to have heard similar speeches from every firm in the country. You knew that before you came. The fact that Robert is the best in the business makes no difference to you. You already said you have more money than you care about. So... why did you even bother showing up?”
Parker Willis cocked his head slightly, studying her. When the tech genius didn’t blow up at her words, Robert relaxed the tiniest bit. Parker tossed his napkin down beside his empty plate. He’d had the swordfish. “Maybe I thought E, E, and K was different. Maybe being best in the business does make an impression on me.” He leaned back in his chair.
“I think you like being in control, Mr. Willis. You like lording your power over people. That’s why you came tonight. To watch us dangle after you, knowing the whole time you were going to say no. You just came to amuse yourself.” She leaned forward, conscious of the press of her breasts against the edge of the table. “Well, you’ve had your fun. Now maybe you’ll listen to what we have to say.”
He fiddled with his butter knife, running the edge of his thumb along the dull blade. “And why should I?”
“Because you’re a smart man,” Robert picked up. “You don’t get where you are without being clever. Which means you know that there’s no such thing as having too much money.” He patted his lips and set aside his napkin. “You like power? More money means more power. And I can make you more money. More than anyone else can.”
“Not to mention,” Anastasia answered, “it would be one of the biggest deals in the history of investment banking. Everyone would be watching.” She saw the flare of fire in his dark gaze and knew she’d been right to play that card. He sat up straight, thick fingers drumming on the white linen tablecloth. He turned a heavy lidded gaze on Robert.
“Alright.”
She felt Robert stiffen beside her, but Willis wasn’t done yet. She could see it hovering around the corners of his mouth. A sly smile. “On one condition,” he added.
Robert was already nodding. “Name it.”
“Miss Nabokov.” The smile flashed out of hiding. Anastasia wasn’t surprised but she thought she saw a slight widening of Robert’s eyes. Had he really not anticipated that possibility? That was actually sort of sweet.
“What about Miss Nabokov?” Robert’s brows furrowed over his pale blue eyes.
“Everything about her. I sign on the dotted line, I get her wherever and whenever I want.” Parker stared at her as he spoke the words.
“I’m not a prostitute, Mr. Willis,” Anastasia replied with the slightest edge to her tone. She knew she couldn’t just capitulate. A man like Parker Willis was like a shark. A sign of weakness would be blood in the water.
He leaned in closely, taking her chin between two calloused fingers. How did a man who’d made his millions on computer chips get callouses? “That’s exactly what you’ll be. You’ll be my whore, Miss Nabokov. You’ll do whatever I ask of you, wherever I ask it. You want me to sink my fortune into the snug little hole you’ve secreted away for it? I get to sink something else, too.”
Parker Willis dropped her chin and pushed sudd
enly back from the table. “Got to go drain the snake,” he announced loudly. “Think it over. Give me your answer when I get back. After that, the offer is off the table.” His grin was feral and sharp as he disappeared toward the restrooms. Robert grimaced.
“Anastasia, I... I know...” His voice faded. He wanted to ask her to do it. She could see the knowledge in his eyes. What’s more, she could feel it vibrating through him as his arm pressed against her side. He was angry at Willis’s high handed treatment, but she knew him too well. He wanted this client bad, for one thing. And for another, few things got Robert as hot as when she told him all the dirty things she did with Bryce.
The thought of her being used by the cold-hearted billionaire turned Robert on. Anastasia couldn’t deny her panties were a bit damp already too. Parker was impolite, brash, cocky. He was sexy and powerful and unapologetic too. If she had still been the little farm girl she’d been when she first moved to the city, she would have been horrified by Willis’s proposition and never even considered it, but she still would have been attracted to him. On the surface, he was a very good-looking man.
Now, well... she didn’t care much about his personality. She wasn’t going to date him. Much like she had with Bryce (who was a Prince and a pussycat compared to Willis), she had to decide whether or not she could fuck him. But she knew she’d made the decision before she’d even arrived. She reached into her purse and pulled out the contract she and Victoria had typed up last night. She slid it over to Robert.
“I get a cut and a strong recommendation when I apply for the permanent spot. Sign that, and I’ll do what he wants.”
Robert glanced down at the paper, wide mouth curving down at the corners. As he read through the brief contract, the frown began to smooth out. When he raised his eyes to hers the normally hard blue gaze was hot as a gas flame. “You anticipated this?”
“I’d heard enough about Willis’s personality to know it was a possibility. I just wanted to be prepared.” Anastasia was more than prepared. Her pussy was already throbbing and wet in anticipation of what the arrogant, powerful, cocky billionaire would do with her. She had a suspicion she wouldn’t have to wait long to find out, once she agreed.
“You know I’d do this, the cut and the recommendation, without a contract, don’t you?” Robert slid a pen from his inner pocket, watching her with a curved brow.
Anastasia reached down and palmed the hard lump of his cock through his fine wool trousers. “I know, baby. But you’ve taught me well.” She curled her fingers around the constraint shaft and squeezed. Robert’s nostrils flared.
“And you’re willing to do this? Willis is a ruthless bastard. Who knows what he’ll ask of you. Say no and we can walk out of here now.”
“You’d do that?” Anastasia’s grey eyes widened in surprise. Robert could be just as ruthless as Willis when it came to money, and his job. It was part of what made him so good at it. She’d never expected him to offer to walk away. She known he wouldn’t force her, but this was different.
Robert’s hand slid up her thigh to press against her pussy mound. When he felt the dampness of her silk panties, he groaned softly. “Maybe what Willis needs is someone to say no to him for once. Might make him even more interested.”
Anastasia shook her head. “No, we both know this is it.” Her fingers traced the outline of his shaft, tickling along the swelling length. “And you don’t really want to leave anyway, do you?” She grinned at him as his dick twitched beneath her hand.
“You’re sure?” His own fingers probed inquisitively at her slick slit through the filmy fabric of her underwear. Anastasia bit her lip and nodded.
“Whatever it takes. Something else you taught me.” She reluctantly withdrew her hand from Robert’s lap as Parker Willis approached the table, his stride leisurely. The look on his face was triumphant, and Anastasia realized no matter how she answered, the haughty, affluent tech giant would feel as if he’d won.
Robert too slid his hand from between her legs, retrieved his pen and scrawled his signature quickly on her contract. Anastasia snatched it up, refolded it and stuffed it back into her purse just as Willis slid back into his chair.
“Well, kids, what’s the verdict? Are we in business or not?” His dark eyes gleamed.
Anastasia extended her hand. “Two months,” she replied. Parker’s thin, dark brows curved upward.
“Two months what, Miss Nabokov?” He made no move to shake her hand.
“You agree to put your money in the hands of E, E, and K. Robert specifically. And you get me, whenever and wherever you want, for two months.” Her internship would be up then and she’d hopefully be moving to a permanent position at E, E, and K.
“You only get some of my money. Not all of it.” But he slid his hand into hers. He gave a brief, hard squeeze, almost grinding the delicate bones of her hand. Another display of power. She gritted her teeth, but didn’t wince.
“We have a deal?”
Parker Willis dropped her hand and shook Robert’s quickly. “We have a deal.” His dark gaze slid to Anastasia. “You talk a good game, Miss Nabokov. Get under the table and show me just how talented your tongue really is.”
Robert cleared his throat. “You haven’t signed any papers yet, Willis.”
The billionaire shoved slightly back from the table. Just enough so Anastasia could see that he was undoing his pants. “Think of it as a show of good faith,” he smirked.
She glanced around them. Their table was at the very back of the restaurant, and the back of the booth was high. Though people sat in the booths on either side of them, they wouldn’t be able to see over. Parker’s back was to the rest of the restaurant, so he’d block her from view there as well. But there were tables scattered to either side where an errant glance from one of the other patrons might turn their way. And then, of course, there was the waitstaff.
But the lighting was suitably dim for intimate fine dining. And Anastasia had to admit that the idea of sex in public had always turned her on. The possibility of getting caught was part of what got her so hot when she and Robert fucked at the office, and the stakes were higher here. There was more risk. But the reward?
Anastasia’s aching nipples poked at the thin fabric of her dress, the warm silk of her bra not providing nearly enough friction. She flashed Robert a brief, smoldering look as she slid beneath the long tablecloth. Her pussy tingled, moisture soaking her panties as she crawled on hands and knees the few steps to where Parker Willis sat, muscular legs spread in a wide V.
He hadn’t pushed back up to the table after unfettering himself. Anastasia had to duck her head out from beneath the tablecloth. She scanned the room, but so far no one had looked her way. Her grey gaze rose to Willis’s. He was smiling down at her. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was hot and sharp. Anastasia licked her lips.
She reached a slender hand into the open fly of his suit pants, fishing for his cock. She shouldn’t have been surprised to find the hot press of flesh. Parker Willis was definitely the kind of guy who’d go commando. He wasn’t yet fully hard, but the thick shaft was swelling quickly between her fingers as she drew him out. He was perhaps six inches at the moment, ridged with heavy blue veins, and uncircumcised. And very thick. She could barely get her fingers around his girth already, and more blood still surged to his lengthening, fattening cock. Parker Willis was going to be a delicious mouthful.
Anastasia peeled back his foreskin, marveling at the smooth, rounded mushroom tip and the thin slit. As she watched, it flared wide, oozing the first pearlescent drop of pre-cum. She raised her eyes back to Parker’s face as she extended the flat of her tongue to scoop up the luscious trickle of fluid. She rolled his flavor around her mouth, salty with a faintly sweet aftertaste. Her fingers tightened around his shaft, squeezing as she stroked from root to tip, milking the growing length against her wet tongue.
Parker’s nostrils flared. Anastasia heard the glide of fabric on leather and saw Robert from the corner of her eye. He’d
slid into her vacated place in the booth, giving him a better view of what she was doing. His hands were fisted on the table. From the gleam of lust in his eyes, she guessed he was resisting the urge to jerk himself to climax while watching her. She’d told him about her escapades before, but he’d never witnessed her with another man. Only another woman (or two.)
“Has she sucked your cock, Benning?” Willis asked conversationally as Anastasia tongued the spongy head of his dick. “I bet she has. She’s got a cocksucker’s mouth. How could you resist?” He shoved his long, thick fingers into her chignon, the gesture tugging almost painfully at her scalp. Willis lifted his hips and pressed her head down, sliding another few inches of his fat cock between her wet lips.
“Do you really want to know, or are you just enjoying listening to yourself talk?” Robert sipped his whisky. His tone matched Willis’s perfectly, as if the two men were discussing tennis.
Anastasia pressed her thighs together. They were slick with her juices. There was something so unbelievably hot about having her mouth stretched around this plump, hard dick while dozens of people chatted idly within earshot. Even the banal tone of Robert and Parker’s conversation was making her tremble, especially because they were discussing her.
