Angelic Attraction

by Nicole French

  “I see you have all your work up to date and ready Angel” she continues while she pours me a coffee.

  “Yes Marlene, I’m away at my folks for Thanksgiving and I wanted to make sure that there was nothing left pending”

  “A good philosophy Angel. Exactly how I like to work too” ‘Was that a compliment? Bloody hell—wonders will never cease.’ When she’s like this I can almost warm to her but I’m fully aware that she can—and will—change back to being sharp and domineering in the blink of an eye so I keep myself at a safe distance wherever possible. She places my coffee on the desk in front of me and returns back to her seat. “The reason I’ve asked you here today is to give you some advanced notice. Alexandra Philips is planning on visiting us after Thanksgiving and wants myself and my designers—specifically you—to attend the meeting. She wants to show us her spring collection. It’s most unusual and she’s never done it before. My gut instinct is telling me she’s up to something so keep on your guard Angel.” I listen intently to every word she’s telling me and my stomach flips when I hear Alexandra ‘Super Bitch’ Philips’ name mentioned.

  “I don’t want you telling any of the other designers that you know about this meeting Angel. I’m only letting you in on this as she has her eye on you. Fore warned—fore armed so to speak.” My mind recalls the conversation we had about my being picked up in Alexandra’s radar and how she’ll try to pry me away from Marlene.

  “I understand Marlene—thank you” I say humbly. “Can I ask when the meeting is scheduled?”

  “9.30am sharp on Monday morning. When do you get back from vacation?”

  “My flight lands into LA at 6.20pm on the Sunday”

  “Make sure you get plenty of rest that evening Angel. I don’t want to see any hint of tiredness. That damned woman doesn’t miss a trick and she’ll fly off into one of her tantrums if she sees you yawning at her designs” Marlene barks efficiently.

  “Don’t worry Marlene, I’ll be bright eyed and fresh as a daisy; I promise. Will that be all?”

  “Yes Angel, that’s all for the time being. Enjoy your vacation and if you’ve finished everything then you can go home now if you like. Consider it a reward for your efforts” she replies in a less formal manner.

  “Thank you—thank you so much.” I’m in shock. “Have a great Thanksgiving Marlene” I add.

  “Yes my dear—I will. Now be off with you. No doubt you’ll want to do some last minute shopping before you go.” I can’t believe this is the same woman. Marlene’s actually given me the rest of the day off. It’s like a piece of history being written in front of my eyes and she even called me ‘my dear’!

  I’m ecstatic. An extra half day to get myself packed and an extra half day that I can maybe see Brad. I’m going to message him and see if he’d like to take a hot young designer to lunch. In fact, I have a better idea. I’ll grab some lunch and take it over to him at his office. It’s about time I got to see where he works. Mischief runs through my mind as I have a vision of him fucking me on his boardroom desk—his tailored pants around his ankles and his smart shirt and tie still on with that sexy animalistic look he has when he’s gripped with passion. I hurry back to my desk and start tidying it up and packing away my files. Kate’s looking over, giving me her usual worried look.

  “Pssttt.....what’s happened?” she calls over in a loud frantic whisper. Devilish humor takes over me laced with a little revenge for all the times her nerves have set me on edge.

  “I’ve been fired” I say with a serious tone—trying not to laugh as I see her jaw practically hit the desk and her eyes almost literally pop straight out of her head.

  “What?!....you’re kidding right?”

  I look at her and try to keep a straight face but the look on her face is just too much.

  “Pppffffttttt ha ha ha ha.....yes I’m kidding. The look on your face Kate.”

  Kate scowls.

  “Are you trying to give me a coronary Angel? I’ll get you for that” she replies as she’s starting to see the funny side of my prank. “Seriously—what’s happened?”

  “I’ve been given the rest of the day off” I beam. “And I’ve decided to pay Brad a surprize lunch visit and hope he decides that I’m more tasty than the food”

  “You lucky cow. When are we going to meet this elusive Brad then?”

  I wish she hadn’t asked me that and her question brings me back down to earth with a bump. I’ve been talking about him to Kate for the past three months and yet she’s never seen us together yet. I bet she’s starting to think I’m making him up and I’m turning into some kind of nut case that’s got an imaginary friend. I decide not to answer as there’s nothing I can say really being as I don’t know myself when we’re going to go public. Plus, I don’t want to start dissecting the problem with Kate—she’ll only put a gloomy negative angle on it by thinking up the worst possible explanation.

  “Right, I’ll bid you farewell” I go forward to give her a massive hug “have a lovely Thanksgiving Kate and please try to relax and de-stress”

  “I will Angel. Safe flight and have a good one with your folks” she says as she returns my hug. I scurry out of the office bidding everyone a happy Thanksgiving as I go. I don’t want to hang around too long and waste my valuable time off, or even worse; give Marlene a chance to change her mind and find me extra work to do. Besides, I’m on a mission—a Brad mission. I leave the building and decide to dump my stuff in my car then go to a deli to get some fresh subs to take for the surprize lunch date. It’s nearly mid-day so I should be ahead of the lunchtime rush. The deli is packed with choice as I’m amongst the first customers to arrive. I quickly order two grilled chicken salad subs and two fresh orange juices to go and make my way towards the Trevelian Building with the little brown paper carrier bag that’s holding our lunch. I go inside and over to the reception desk to sign in. A young security guard is sitting there and he watches me intently as I approach.

  “Hi—I’m looking for Vetavox Finance?” I say with a smile.

  “Yes, madam. Have you got an appointment with someone there?” he replies as he’s following his protocol and reaching for the phone on his desk. Oh no, I don’t want him buzzing up to Brad—that would spoil the surprize. I decide to turn on my Texan charm and see if it works.

  “Well here’s the thing. My boyfriend works there and I want to give him a surprize lunch” I hold up the small brown carrier to show him “but if you call up then it will blow it”

  He observes me for a moment as I stand there giving him the cutest smile that I can muster. He pauses for a moment while he thinks.

  “Okay, let me check your ID and bags and I’ll let you through—just sign in for me while I check”

  Yey, the Texan charm never fails. I eagerly begin writing down the time and date on the register. ‘Reason for visit’—‘hmm shall I be naughty and put to fuck the brains out of the CEO?’ I think to myself and I can’t help smirking. I settle on putting ‘personal’ as I see that other people have put that who have signed in earlier. As I scan the register a name catches my eye—A.Philips. It briefly draws me and a vision of Super Bitch enters my head. ‘Don’t be ridiculous, there’s more than one A.Philips in LA even though it is unusual to see it spelt with a single ‘L’’ I think as I push the thought of that awful woman out of my head.

  “Turn left and take the elevator to the top floor madam” the guard says with a smile.

  “Thank you so much” I beam back at him.

  The lift attendant nods as I get in and asks what floor I’m going to. Before I know it I’m on my way, heading upwards to Ventavox Finance. I stare at the back of the lift attendant’s head and watch the floor numbers light up as we draw closer. My heart is pounding out of my chest and my mouth is bone dry with nervousness. I hope he’s in his office—a flush of panic floods over me—I’ve never even thought of that possibility. What am I going to say and do if he’s not? I’m going to look like a prize idiot.

  A bell
pings in the elevator and the doors begin to slide open. I hesitate for a moment and am tempted to tell the attendant that I’ve forgotten something and to take me back down but decide against it—just. He steps aside and gestures that we’ve arrived and I step out. The doors close behind me. No turning back now. There’s a stunning young blonde woman sitting at a desk in front of me, she looks like a top model and immaculately dressed.

  “Can I help you?” she addresses me formerly whilst looking me up and down like the wind’s just blown me in off the sidewalk.

  “Erm...yes. I’m here to see Mr Singer if he’s in please?”

  “What name is it?” she replies and begins to look at the online diary she’s brought up on her screen.

  “Er...well...I don’t actually have an appointment. I just called in on the off chance he might be free” my words stumble out and she looks at me like I’m someone who’s forgotten to take her meds.

  “I still need your name so I can tell him who’s here—your name please?”

  “Oh....er....yes of course. It’s Miss Nichols” I step back from the desk and take a seat while I wait. She picks up her phone and hits a number before flicking her eyes over to me with a suspicious look. Swiveling her chair around so she’s got her back to me I hear her speaking in a low tone to whoever’s answered the phone. ‘Little Miss Frosty Pants’ I think to myself ‘you won’t be arrogant like this to me when you find out I’m with your boss’. She spins her chair back around to face me.

  “He’ll see you in a couple of minutes Miss—er—Nichols” and with that she begins to straighten her desk, pick up her bag and head for the elevator for her lunch break. ‘Are all his staff drop dead gorgeous like her?’ I wonder with a tinge of insecurity. The few minutes of waiting feel like an eternity and I’m fidgeting like mad as I’m beginning to think this is the worst idea I’ve ever had in my life. The door opens and a smartly dressed business man passes me, heading towards the elevator—that must have been one of Brad’s appointments. Another couple of minutes pass and another stunning looking woman—brunette this time—opens the door and steps out.

  “Mr Singer will see you now” she states to me and gives me a faint smile which is a little friendlier than the other woman who’s disappeared for her lunch. I get up and follow her into an office full of staff, clutching my little brown paper bag. I can sense eyes inspecting me as I walk through which adds to my nervousness as we arrive at a door which says ‘C.B.Singer CEO’ on it. She knocks and pops her head around.

  “Miss Nichols to see you Mr Singer” and with that she opens the door wide to let me through. I walk in tentatively and see Brad sitting at his desk—cool and composed as always, smiling at me.

  “I thought I’d bring you a surprize lunch” I announce holding up the brown bag filled with subs and fresh orange juice. He doesn’t reply—just remains seated with his eyes fixed firmly on me and a smile on his face. “I hope you don’t mind me dropping in on you like this only I’ve been given the rest of the day off so thought I’d bring you lunch” I’m babbling now as his silence and fixed smile are making me feel flustered. I can’t gauge him. Is he annoyed and hiding it? Or is this the way he reacts when he’s shocked? I stand silently and look at him waiting eagerly for a response. He stands up and walks around from his desk till he’s standing in front of me.

  “I’ve been wondering how long it would be before curiosity got the better of you” he says, but before I could plead my case he wraps a strong arm around my waist and begins to kiss me deeply as I’m still standing there with the brown bag in my hand. I feel relieved. This could have seriously back-fired as he’s very focused and ruthless at work.

  “Well, this is where I come to every day. Is it what you expected?” I place the bag down on his desk and take my coat off—draping it over a chair. The office is big, spacious and very minimalist, all in black and gray. A typical man’s office—no flowers or woman’s touch. There are three doors to the right and they’re closed.

  “It looks very important” I say with a smile.

  “That’s because I am important” he replies with a wink. “There’s a bathroom over there if you want to wash your hands” and he gestures over to the door on the far right of the three doors I’d spotted.

  “Thanks—I won’t be a minute”

  I enter the bathroom. It’s immaculate—all fitted in white with black tiles and a gray tiled floor. There’s even a shower. ‘This is some office’ I think to myself, ‘fancy having a bathroom at your office, this place is bigger than my apartment’. I finish and return back to the office where Brad’s standing over by his desk opening the brown bag and placing the subs on plates with napkins.

  “Thanks for bringing lunch Angel—you’re always so kind and thoughtful. I usually skip lunch and go in my gym” he gestures over to another one of the doors; this time, the one on the far left of the three. “I’m hungry today and was going to send Linda out for something. You must have read my mind” We sit and eat although I struggle as my nerves have quashed my appetite to a large extent; but Brad soon polishes his off and drinks the orange juice—screwing the napkin up onto the plate after wiping his hands and mouth.

  “You have a gym at your office? That’s how you stay so toned then” I say with a cheeky smile. His eye’s spark with lust but being as I still have a mouthful of grilled chicken sub he contents himself by walking over to the far left door and opening it to show off his state of the art gym. It has a full length window that continues on from his office with vertical blinds that are open. Once more, I feel impressed with his success and his wealth. As I glance over all of the weight training machines I notice a telescope over at the far corner of the window.

  “Ooowww....a telescope” I exclaim as I bounce over to it “who have you been spying on then you naughty boy?” I giggle as I stand on tip-toes so I can reach the lens without disturbing it. I close an eye and peer through it with the other—blinking a few times till I get my focus. An office—it’s pointing into an office. I let out another giggle and I realize that my mouth is open as I’ve shut one of my eyes—I close it quickly so I don’t look totally lame. That office looks familiar and slowly it dawns on me that it’s the office I work in over at Fritz House. I stand back from the telescope in shock for a moment.

  “That’s my desk” I eventually say looking at him in shock. “Have you been watching me?” He looks at me sexily.

  “You get me through the day Angel. Looking at you keeps me sane”

  I’m a bit freaked out and he can tell. Before I have chance to wade into a lecture about personal privacy and it being a bit creepy he grabs me and begins kissing me deeply; plunging his tongue into my mouth. Doubts that were flashing into my mind about being watched morph into erotic thoughts the hotter we get. He picks me up and travels effortlessly over to the leg press machine and lays me down on it so I’m propped up, hurryingly stripping off his shirt, tie and pants as I watch him anticipating the feeling of him inside me.

  He’s only in his shorts now—his fit, toned body in full daylight view—‘God he’s fit’, and I tighten inside at the sight of him. He bends forward and lifts my skirt up around my hips and removes my panties. I can feel myself tingling below as my blood rushes downwards. He takes my legs and places them into the leg supports so my legs are wide open and I’m totally exposed. I feel slightly embarrassed. It’s full daylight and here I am with my legs clamped open and naked from the waist down apart from my stockings. I bring my hands down shyly and try to cover myself but he grabs them with his and holds them as he kneels down and begins to kiss me down below on my clit and all around. I moan slightly as the sensation arrests me and I see his big green eyes looking up at me over my stomach.

  “Now you can watch me making you come” and he fixes his gaze to mine as he begins to lick at me while holding my hands.

  “Arrgghhh” I groan as exquisite sensations shoot in shivers from my clit and travel all up my body in waves—making my nipples hard. He lets go of
one of my hands and begins to squeeze the inside of my thigh while he plunges his tongue into me. I hear him making a humming sound to express that he’s enjoying my flavor. I cry out softly with the intensity as he moves back up to my clit and inserts a long slender finger into me. His eyes still looking up at me—occasionally rolling back and closing with pleasure.

  His finger slowly working in and out of me as he begins to gently draw my clit into his mouth, flicking it gently with his tongue. I feel myself tightening as my orgasm starts. The gentle sucking always triggers it, and he knows it. I tighten my grip on his hand and grab one of my breasts with the other.

  “Oh God—you’re making me come—you’re making me come” he keeps his stare upwards towards my face as he slows down making my orgasm so intense my body begins to spasm uncontrollably. My legs shake in the supports and I want to close them as my orgasm takes hold and I become hyper sensitive. It’s almost unbearable—almost but not quite. He stills while I convulse—my clit still drawn into his mouth.

  “Fucking hell” I murmur as my orgasm diminishes and I’m left in the glorious aftermath—panting and gasping. He releases his mouth away from me gently and I see him observing me closely as I reel on the bench—keeping his finger moving slowly inside me as I tighten and release my fluids onto him. I look at him through my open legs as he rises up and removes his shorts. His erection is rock hard and I can see a droplet of pre-cum has formed. He leans over and kisses me deeply—pushing his tongue into my mouth.

  “See how you taste?” he says between kisses “divine”

  He pushes himself back up and stands looking down between my open legs at where he’s just devoured me—stroking his penis slowly and rolling his pre-cum around the tip with his thumb before sliding on a condom. Grabbing the top of my thighs to stop me being pushed up the bench, he bends his knees slightly and guides his erection into me—watching intently as his length disappears inside me.