by Rhea Wilde
“How was it?” he asked.
“It’s… I don’t know,” I said with a shrug. “I guess it’s what I expected.”
“How is Camille treating you?”
“She seems like she knows what she’s doing.”
“She does. I have a lot of faith in her.”
“I bet you have a lot more than faith in her.”
“…And what are you implying, Aria?”
“Come on,” I said with a chuckle. “I’m not an idiot, Master Stephen. She’s a pretty girl. You’re sleeping with her, aren’t you?”
“If I was, do you think this is an appropriate discussion?”
“Hey. I just thought it was obvious. If you don’t want to talk about it then don’t. But you’ve got a pretty woman who’s cooking your meals for you… I suppose I should be flattered you want me to do the same.”
I smirked at Stephen, biting my bottom lip as I did. Stephen didn’t see the same humor in our discussion. I relented, putting my hands up in apology.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “It was inappropriate for me to discuss something like that.”
“…No, I’m not sleeping with her. And you should learn to bite your tongue if you feel like bringing up things like this around other people you’ll soon be dealing with. You’ll find that they’re not as lenient as I am.”
“So, what do I say when people ask if you and I have fucked?”
I raised an eyebrow at him. Unable to fight the smirk from appearing on my face, I stared right back at Stephen as he continued to look at me. After a few seconds, he stood up from his seat and slowly made his way around the desk. He sat on the edge of his desk right in front of me and crossed his arms.
“I’m sorry,” I said as I shook my head. “If you don’t want me to bring that up, I won’t talk about it. I guess I’d be embarrassed too, if I were you. Sleeping with the help—”
“I’m not embarrassed. But I was raised to keep certain details private. And that includes what I do behind closed doors when I’m alone with someone.”
“Oh. So… You just want me to keep it a secret then? I can do that. No problem.”
I motioned around my lips with my fingers like I was locking them shut then winked at him. Stephen remained sitting on the side of his desk, his arms crossed while he stared at me.
“…Is there anything else?” I asked.
“Our agreement was that you would work for me,” he said. “Most of that revolves around learning to cook in anticipation of the new restaurant I’m opening.”
“I remember the agreement.”
“I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Trust me. You’ll know if I don’t want to do something.”
“There’s something I want from you right now. Something that doesn’t involve our agreement.”
“Yeah? What is it?”
Stephen stared at me. I looked up into his eyes in confusion. But only for a second. I saw it. The same look I saw just a few nights ago. He didn’t have to say anything.
“You’re free to leave if you want,” he said.
“Yeah… I know…”
I slowly stood up from my seat right in front of him. Even though Stephen was leaning up against his desk, he was still taller than me. As serious and rigid as his personality was, I couldn’t deny how handsome he looked. He was better-looking than the usual guys I spent the night with when Leigh and I went out on the town. He was unique in that way. And having already experienced him once before, I knew that I couldn’t fight the desire that he suddenly lit within me.
“You know, you’re so serious all the time I forget how good-looking you are,” I said to him.
“I doubt my demeanor can make you forget what I look like.”
“You’d be surprised—”
“Crosby has the limo waiting outside for you. You can go now… Or you can go later. What’s it going to be?”
I moved closer to him. Our eyes locked upon one another, I slowly reached down between his pants. It didn’t long for me to find his length. It pulsed against my palm and forced another smirk out of me.
Stephen remained motionless, his arms still crossed as I began to unbuckle his belt. I undid the top button on his pants and zipped the fly down slowly. I swallowed in anticipation of what was about to happen.
After undoing his pants, I gripped the sides and gently lowered them down to the ground. I did the same with his boxers and his cock sprang up and free. I remained staring at him, the smirk still on my face.
“You’re just going to stand like that the entire time?” I asked him.
“For now. Give me a reason to move.”
I slowly fell down to my knees. I glanced up at him to see the focus in his eyes. I took his length into my palm. It throbbed with a warmth that made me more eager to do what I was about to do.
“Is this what you want?” I asked as I gently kissed the tip. “Do you want me to suck your dick?”
I opened my mouth and took the head between my lips. I sucked softly, one hand stroking his engorged length. It throbbed again, vibrating against the insides of my cheeks. My mouth full of his cock, I smiled up at him before proceeding to suck him off. I moved my head back and forth and slowly increased the pace. Stephen was big enough to accommodate both my hand and mouth. I stroked him while I pleasured him. I moved my other hand down below his shaft and began pleasuring his sack. His balls tightened up against his body and he inhaled a sharp breath.
I looked up and smirked at him, knowing that he was enjoying it. I didn’t say another word though. The only sounds I made were the moans of me trying to catch my breath and the smacking of my lips against his now saliva-covered cock.
Stephen finally broke down. He uncrossed his arms and gripped the edge of his desk. I closed my eyes as I felt him get closer to the edge. I rocked my head back and forth even faster. I sucked, swallowed and gagged all over his length. It had only been a few nights but I needed another reminder that he was long enough to push himself down my throat. Actually feeling how big Stephen was made me work that much harder.
One of his hands moved away from the desk. He tangled it up between the back of my hair. I didn’t have to move my head as much. I reached both of my hands back around his ass and took a firm grip. Stephen responded in kind by placing his other hand on the back of my head.
He thrust his hips against my face. My lips pressed against his hilt as he buried himself completely. My moans escaped from the sides of my mouth as Stephen began fucking me with greater fervor.
He breathed harder. His ass tightened underneath my fingers. The base of his cock smacked against my lips as he moved himself in and out of me like a piston.
Suddenly, he grunted loudly. His entire body seized. He held my hair tight in his grip. I felt the first splash of his semen land upon my tongue. I swallowed his seed down and it was joined by another few drops. His dick pulsed between my teeth. I sealed my lips around his cock and sucked every drop out of him. All the while, we maintained our grip on one another.
The violent spasms of his body began to stop. One last gentle quake and the last few drops of his cum emptied into my mouth. I opened my eyes and looked up at him as I sealed my lips around his cock. I tightened myself around him and pulled every last drop from him before his cock came out of me with a smack. I licked my lips and gave him a satisfied smirk.
As I stood up straight, Stephen stared at me. The fire in his eyes was gone and replaced with a serious intensity that I was more accustomed to seeing. I helped him pull his pants back up and put himself back together.
“Is there anything else?” I asked him.
“Come back tomorrow morning. Early. You have a long day ahead of you.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Chapter 11
I didn’t think much about the fact that I’d been intimate with Stephen twice now. I’d slept with men that didn’t mean anything to me before. Stephen was different because I had a professio
nal relationship with him. But I didn’t see any reason why that would complicate matters. I knew that I was able to look beyond the fact that I went down on him in his office. It was just another secret that I had no problem in keeping.
I sat in the limo Stephen had sent to my apartment early the next morning. I yawned and stretched, trying to figure out a way to keep myself awake. While I made the journey back to his mansion, the thoughts of the last thing I did with him lingered in my head. But I still didn’t have any reservations about it. From my perspective, the situation was anything but awkward. I wouldn’t bring it up unless he did.
“How are you this morning, Miss Aria?”
“Great,” I said to Crosby as he greeted me. “Just great. Is that coffee?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Perfect. I need a lot of cream and a lot of sugar in it.”
“Of course.”
I stood in the main hall of the mansion and watched as Crosby prepared a cup of coffee for me. I looked around and saw that the servants were busy going about the mansion just like I saw yesterday.
“Hey, Crosby. What are they doing?”
“Miss Aria?” he said as he looked up at me.
“Them,” I said, pointing at the servants. “What are they doing? Are they cleaning?”
“That is part of their duties, yes.”
“But they were just doing that yesterday.”
“Indeed.”
“So, why are they doing it again?”
“It’s a big mansion, Miss Aria. There’s a lot of work that needs to be done.”
“I won’t argue with that. It’s just… Whatever. It’s not my house.”
I was too tired to try and figure things out. I took a huge gulp of the coffee after Crosby handed it to me but I could still feel that my eyes were only half-open.
“All right,” I sighed to Crosby. “Lead the way.”
“Miss Camille is waiting for you in the kitchen where your lesson will begin.”
I looked at Crosby, waiting for him to take me to the kitchen but he just stood there. He reached into his jacket and began to pull something out.
“What’s this?” I asked as he handed me a piece of paper.
“Under your advisement, I took it upon myself to help you find your way around this… labyrinth, as one might put it.”
“A map. Thanks.”
I chuckled at the fact that he actually took me seriously. Crosby bowed his head to me and went off down one of the halls. I looked at the piece of paper and sighed.
This looks like it makes sense but I’m still going to get lost…
I wandered down the halls and took note of the landmarks I passed by. The paintings were different. A nude woman here. A scenic vista there. I tried my best to remember everything because I knew I’d be walking by it again. Half-awake and still waiting for the caffeine to kick in, I stumbled into the kitchen where Camille was already waiting for me.
“You’re late,” she said.
“Am I? But it’s still morning.”
“Exactly. You should have been here before that.”
“But you said… Never mind.”
I sighed and placed my things down on the kitchen counter. Camille tossed an apron to me and I reacted just quick enough to catch it before it hit my face.
“Put this on,” she said. “And try to wear something a little more appropriate for a kitchen next time.”
“What? What’s wrong with this? It’s what I usually wear.”
“And you’re not usually in a kitchen.”
“If I had one of those fancy chef’s uniforms…”
“You’ll wear a chef’s uniform when you know what you’re doing. Now stop complaining. We need to get started.”
“All right, all right,” I said as I put the apron on. “What are we doing today? Are you going to show me how to plug in the toaster?”
“Today you’ll actually be working. You’ll be preparing Master Stephen his breakfast.”
“Great. I’m sure he’s going to love it.”
“We shall see about that.”
She looked at me skeptically before turning and emptying ingredients from the refrigerator.
I wasn’t a cook. Camille and I both knew that. I spent most of my first lesson just figuring out where she kept everything. Even though I’d rather be in bed, I was just happy to finally get my hands on something.
Scramble a few eggs. Fry some bacon. Pour him a cup of coffee. How hard can this be?
“All right,” I said as I rubbed my hands together. “Where do we start?”
“Master Stephen prefers poached eggs,” she explained. “Prepare a pot of water.”
“Piece of cake—”
“Two pieces of toast. Seasoned strips of bacon cooked thoroughly. Fresh-cut fruit. A serving of fresh juice. A cup of roasted coffee. And finally, some oatmeal on the side.”
“Wait. Slow down. Is he going to eat all that?”
“He’s a busy man. Breakfast is an important meal.”
“Don’t put too much pressure on me now.”
Camille looked at me sternly. I smiled at her to try and calm my own nerves but she returned her focus back to preparing the meal for Stephen.
I kept a mental log of what I needed to prepare. Cooking wasn’t the only difficult part. Preparing all of the ingredients proved to be a task that was surprisingly laborious. I had to cut the bacon myself. The fruit had to be prepared in a particular manner. I had to tend to the eggs so that I didn’t overcook them. All of it needed to be done at the same time, with special attention being paid to every little detail.
“Pepper,” she instructed me. “Don’t forget to season it. Three shakes.”
“Can he really tell the difference between two or three?”
“Yes.”
“I doubt that…”
The kitchen was more active than I was expecting it to be. I forget all about how tired I was because I was moving from place to place. Because I was moving around so much, I didn’t pay attention to any of the details. I acknowledged Camille’s commands but only followed through on them when she was actually watching me.
All this just to make one man’s breakfast. Talk about excess…
I began preparing one of the plates and Stephen walked into the kitchen. He was dressed in a dark black business suit, his face shaved and his blond hair gelled neatly over his head. Despite the early morning hour, he appeared like a man who had already gotten so much done. I glanced at him for just a moment before Camille shouted at me to pay attention to what I was doing.
Stephen took a seat across the kitchen and calmly observed some information on his tablet. I saw him from the corner of my eye. For some reason, I felt more nervous about working in the kitchen next to Camille. Just seeing Stephen there made me realize how much pressure was on me.
But I was proud of myself when I finally finished. The plates were ready. Camille looked around the kitchen and sighed.
“You made a mess,” she said. “Try to be a little more orderly next time.”
“It was worth it. Stephen’s going to eat this up.”
I couldn’t wait to see his face. I grabbed the plate of bacon, eggs and toast then placed it in front of him. Then I took the rest of his breakfast and presented it to him.
“I think you’re going to like it,” I said as I smiled at him.
Stephen looked up from his tablet with some skepticism in his eyes. He turned his attention down to his plate and stared at it.
“What is this?” he asked.
“It’s your breakfast. That’s bacon and—”
“Bacon? This is bacon.”
He picked up a piece between his fingers and chewed on it.
“Yeah. Camille said—”
I was interrupted by the sound of Stephen spitting it out and back onto his plate.
“It’s overdone,” he said. “And you over-seasoned it.”
“What? Are you serious? You can actually tell?”
“Of course, I can. I can taste it.”
“Um, try the eggs…”
I watched Stephen pick up the fork and poked at one of the yolks. He shoveled a piece into his mouth. I clenched my teeth nervously, hoping that he found it agreeable. I felt a sense of relief when he swallowed it down.
“It needs more salt,” he said.
“But you ate it,” I said with a smile. “That’s the important thing.”
Stephen didn’t share my same enthusiasm. And as he continued to criticize every aspect of his breakfast, I found my own enthusiasm beginning to wane. I had to take comfort in the fact that he had eaten some of the things on his plate.
“Well, it’s my first day,” I said as I took away his half-empty plates. “I promise I’ll do better next time.”
“You don’t have to promise,” he replied. “Just do it.”
“…Right.”
“Speak to Crosby in the main hall when you’re finished here. There’s something else I need to discuss with you.”
“Discuss? I thought you just wanted me to work in the kitchen?”
Stephen didn’t respond to me. He glanced at me then got up out of his seat. I watched him leave the kitchen then sighed. I felt a hand fall upon my shoulder and turned to see Camille standing next to me.
“Next time, pay attention.”
I nodded to her, reluctantly accepting the fact that working for Stephen wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought it was. While Camille helped me clean the table off, I picked up one of the burned strips of bacon and chewed on it. I shrugged my shoulders and looked over at Camille.
“It’s really not that bad.”
She rolled her eyes at me and began clearing the rest of the table. I finished the chewy piece of bacon while I wondered what else Stephen had planned for me.
Chapter 12
Stephen left more of his breakfast unfinished than I was expecting. Since I’d only had a cup of coffee, I ended up eating most of my own cooking. It was better than anything I’d eaten in a long time. Despite Stephen’s more refined tastes, I thought I’d done more than an adequate job.
I wandered down the halls with the help of Crosby’s map and located him back in the main hall. I was ready to leave already but I knew that the day wasn’t close to being over. Crosby directed me down another corridor and into a changing room. He instructed me to change into a black sports bra and a matching pair of shorts. I was curious to say the least. But when I asked Crosby what was going on, he only told me that all would be explained soon enough.
