“How is Madison these days?”
Madison was about to give birth to their first child, and she was currently on her maternity leave. Recently, all Grant liked to talk about was his wife and their unborn son. I already learned everything there was about the child delivery methods and breathing techniques during labor. Grant was very nervous and too worried for his wife these last few weeks.
“She is good. She is a bit tense, because her due date is approaching, but so far everything is going well.”
“Good. I can’t wait to see Grant junior.”
Grant’s smile became wider. “Me either, man.”
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and my assistant stepped into the board room.
“I am sorry to interrupt your meeting, Mr. Talon, but there is someone who came here to discuss the recent hotel you purchased.”
I raised my eyebrows, wondering who they might be and what they wanted. “Okay. Send them in.”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Hm, someone is here already?” Grant remarked, looking at me curiously.
I leaned against the table and crossed my fingers together. The next moment, the door opened again and a gorgeous brunette walked in. It took me a second to recognize her as the woman I’d run into at the hotel, and my whole body tensed.
Today she was wearing a grey suit, which looked serious and strict as the previous one, but it also hugged her body too tightly, revealing just how sexy she was. She wasn’t wearing any stockings, and my mouth became dry from just watching those long legs. My cock twitched, suddenly becoming harder.
I had a hard time believing this. What was she doing here?
After that day, I would occasionally think about her, despite my efforts to let it go. Her pretty heart-shaped face and striking green eyes had been popping up in my mind when I least expected it, and yes, I even imagined her mouth on my cock several times. I didn’t lie when I said her mouth was good for that.
She was holding her briefcase in her hand, which reminded me that she was one of those bidders. She surely wanted to come here and protest about me getting that building.
I curled my fists, irritated with my reaction to her. I forced myself to forget how beautiful she was. She was my rival.
Her eyes finally moved from Grant and our real estate team to me, and she visibly tensed, her eyes growing larger when she noticed me in the room.
“You!” she blurted out, suddenly becoming pale.
I raised one eyebrow. “Me.”
Soon anger replaced her shock, and she became rigid. “What are you doing here?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but suddenly my mind went blank. My eyes went down her body again, and I couldn’t stop staring. There was something attractive about the way she kept her posture now. This was weird, because usually I wasn’t attracted to such serious chicks as she was, but she was different. My cock grew even harder and the next moment I felt too hot.
“I am one of the people who own this place.”
She blinked several times and her lips parted in surprise. “What?”
“Yes. So the more important question is what are you doing here?”
I could see Grant and others looking between us two with curiosity and confusion, but I didn’t bother to explain. My eyes zeroed in on her lips that she’d just licked nervously, and I almost groaned.
Shit. She was too much. I was so turned on by her that I’d already created a fantasy with her in my mind.
I pushed her onto the board room table and striped her off all those clothes that suited some female in fifties more than they would ever suit such a young, beautiful woman like her. Not wasting a second, I took off my own clothes and let my erection sprung out. She was begging me with her eyes to make her mine, and I was so hard for her that I couldn’t go slowly. I had to make her scream as I took her sweet, little pussy.
I claimed that hot mouth that belonged around my cock and thrust my tongue deep into her throat as I let my hands roam all over her smooth body. Her soft breasts fitted my hands perfectly. I lowered my head and sucked her nipple into my mouth. I didn’t take my eyes of hers as I lapped her hard bud, positioning myself in between her legs that were spread widely.
“I’m going to fuck you real hard,” I told her, pulling her body against mine. I began grinding against her small, wet pussy, getting hotter as her juices trickled down onto my balls.
“Yes. Fuck me.”
I grabbed her neck and squeezed it slightly, enjoying the way her eyes flashed with lust. She wanted me to control her. “You didn’t say please.”
She moaned. “Please!”
I thrust into her violently and groaned loud when her pussy squeezed my dick like a fist.
“You are so tight, angel.”
I began my hard rhythm, pushing her against the surface of the table and bringing her legs onto my shoulders.
“Ah!” She screamed as I pushed deeper into her.
“Is this deep enough for you?”
“No... I want deeper.”
I chuckled darkly. “You didn’t say please.”
“Please. Please, Oliver, fuck me harder!”
I brought her ass high in air, raising her lower body from the table, and fucked her faster. Her pussy was so warm and wet, enabling my cock to slide in smoothly, and it made the sloshing sounds that were driving me mad, pushing me over the edge too soon...
“I’m cumming!” I cried out, spurting into her loads and loads of my hot cum until it dripped from her sweet pussy...
“Hey, man. Wake up,” I could hear Grant’s voice coming from the distance, and I winced, snapping out of my fantasy. Shit.
“Yes?” My voice came out hoarse. I was completely hard now, and I clenched my teeth together. This was not what I needed at the moment.
She was still standing there and she was staring daggers at me.
Where were we? Ah, yes.
“What are you doing here?” I repeated my question.
She looked at me in disbelief, her eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. “I just answered you that!”
I shoved my hands into pockets. She did?
Right. She probably did, but I was all lost in my little fantasy with her. My dick throbbed painfully, reminding me that it needed its release badly.
“Um, I see there is some tension between you two. I think it’s best for us to leave you now, Oliver,” Grant said and stood up. Bradley and Tom got up too, and several seconds later they were out of the board room, leaving this mysterious woman and me alone.
“Oliver?” she muttered, shock lacing her words.
“Yes. I’m Oliver Talon. Now that I’m paying attention, will you finally tell me who the hell are you?”
5
Alexandra
Oh my God. I swallowed the lump in my throat and wondered what I’d done to be this unlucky? I couldn’t believe I was standing in front of Oliver Talon! He was the new owner! How it could be possible that this man was the same man who had treated me like crap the other day?
He was the new owner and this would mean I would have to work under him in order to be on the project I loved and was obsessed with. I was working so hard to get this, and in the end all my years of studying and effort came to this...
I was so sure I would never see him again, but then I noticed him sitting with his colleagues, and for a moment I hadn’t been able to breathe. He was so sexy in his black suit, which was almost the same as the one he wore that day. He looked like he owned this place.
Even though I was so mad at him for insulting me that day—I still clearly remembered those horrible words—I couldn’t deny I felt something for him. All men in this room were looking good, but Oliver was in a way, different—he made me all hot. He made me feel some things I never felt.
When others left the room, clearly feeling our tension, I felt embarrassed for a moment. I came here to get the job, not make drama. Shit.
“Who the hell are you?” he’d asked me, and I had to bit
e my tongue so I wouldn’t reply rudely.
I had to hide my anger. I was preparing several days for this, and I couldn’t let myself lose this project just because of some unfortunate circumstance.
As if my anger wasn’t enough, it was mixed with excitement because he was so damn hot. I was annoyed with myself for noticing how gorgeous he was. Why wasn’t he some ugly, old man? Why did I have to get attracted to the person who was beyond rude and was going to be my boss if I was lucky enough to get the job despite what happened between us?
I cleared my throat and put a smile on my face. Here we go. “I am Alexandra Harris.”
“Alexandra?” The way my name sounded on his lips was too good for me. I felt my pussy throbbing in response.
“Yes. Something wrong with that?”
He shook his head, smirking. He looked even hotter with that smile. “Nothing at all. It’s just too sexy for me.”
My jaw literally dropped. “Sexy?”
“Yeah. Just like you.” His smirk grew even wider, and I swayed a little. Oh my. Why did it have to turn me on so much? Oliver Talon was rude, yet that didn’t stop my pussy from getting embarrassingly wet.
“Are you flirty with all women or you giving me some special treatment? If you do want to charm me in that way, I am afraid it is not working,” I retorted bitterly, and then I cursed myself.
No, this was wrong. I wasn’t supposed to challenge him. I was supposed to tame my anger and try to get the job. Provoking him was the last thing I should do.
“I doubt that, considering that you’re squirming at the moment. You want me, and it’s written all over your face.”
What? I blushed so hard that I felt the burn on my face and neck.
The conversation just went into a completely different direction and I had to fix this. I had to stop answering to his provocations and tell him what I was here for.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t introduce myself fully to you,” I said, ignoring his previous sexual remark. “I’m an interior designer. I’ve been working on redecorating and designing interiors for several years. I came here because I would like you to hire me as the designer for the hotel project—the one where we met.”
For several moments he didn’t say anything, studying me carefully. I felt myself sweating and I wiped my sweaty palms discreetly on my skirt.
“Really?” his voice was dripping with sarcasm and I didn’t like it a bit. “And why do you think I would hire you?”
Okay, now he was really getting on my nerves. I had to do this. I couldn’t let this jerk intimidate me.
“If you would allow me, I have several designs I wanted to show you.”
I walked over to the table and put my briefcase on it. I opened it and pulled out my portfolio. I handed it to him. “I brought you my portfolio. Here is also my CV.” I took my CV out of my briefcase and put it next to him on the table. “In my portfolio you can find some of the biggest projects I’ve worked on so far.”
He didn’t look that interested in my portfolio when he opened it several seconds later. As he flipped the pages, seemingly focusing on each interior, I explained what those projects were about and why I’d chosen those decorations.
“As you can see, I have a lot experience with hotels, and I can assure you that my design of your place will match your wishes.”
He didn’t looked convinced, and I felt bile rising in my throat. He was going to make this hard for me.
“I have a degree in interior design. I was always a straight-A student, because the education was—is—the most important for me. I got interested in architecture and art since my early adolescence, and soon I was drawn into interior design. That building you are looking at now,” I pointed my finger at the picture of an apartment complex I’d worked on in Europe. “That project was in France, and the owner wanted the neo modern interior design. It was my biggest project so far. It took me almost a year to complete it, and I’ve already extended my contract with the owner, who is interested in one more project like this one.”
He slammed my portfolio shut and put it on the table next to him. He didn’t even bother looking at my CV.
“Yeah, yeah. Impressive. You are really a nerd.”
What?
My anger just reached a whole new level, and for a moment I was seriously thinking on giving up and getting the hell out of here.
I couldn’t do that, and that annoyed me the most. I had to suck it up.
“But I know my job well. I have 100% client satisfaction and—”
“Wow,” his lips twisted into a sly smile. “One hundred percent? Those blowjobs must have been something then, right?” His smile widened, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. The image of Oliver’s cock flashed in front of my eyes, and I almost cursed myself out loud.
Seriously? He was a douchebag, using those cheap insults, and I was still getting attracted to him? So what if he was handsome? I couldn’t possibly work under such a rude person.
No. Enough.
“You know what, forget it.”
“Forget it?”
“Yes. Forget it. That hotel means a lot to me, and I would put my heart and soul into the project, because I want it to be restored to its old glory. I really hoped I could be hired as its interior designer, but you are making everything difficult for me. You act like I’m some stupid whore and you completely disrespect me, and no matter how much I want to get this job, I won’t let you treat me like some trash.”
I curled my hands into fists, returning his stare as I trembled uncontrollably. I could see the surprise and something else that I couldn’t name in his eyes, as if he didn’t expect me to speak for myself like this.
I almost scoffed. Well, of course he hadn’t expected that of me since he clearly didn’t think highly of me. Up until now, all I’d heard from him were his insults.
His blank expression twisted into that of an amusement, and I wondered what he found funny now.
“You know, this really comes as a surprise for me. You can bite, after all!” My frown deepened.
He suddenly stood up and stopped directly in front of me, only several inches separating us. This time, his face was completely serious, and for the first time I saw the respect in his eyes.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I was acting like a jerk all the time and you didn’t deserve it.” He exhaled in frustration. “You see, I thought you were someone else when I met you at that place. I thought you were one of the bidders—my competition. Now you showed me that not only you aren’t my rival, but you are also smart and talented.”
My eyebrows flew up. I couldn’t believe he’d changed his attitude all of a sudden.
“I liked what I saw in your portfolio. I think you are talented and have good skills. Also, I respect you for standing up for yourself just now.”
I still couldn’t say a word, completely taken aback. After treating me like I was the worst, hearing these highly praising words sounded strange. It sounded like a prank.
“Are you pranking me?” I had to ask.
He chuckled, astonished. “Prank?”
“Yes, because all of a sudden, you don’t sound like yourself.”
He took a step closer to me, and now I could smell his cologne. I inhaled and his fragrance made me even hotter, as if his nearness wasn’t enough. I had to pull myself together.
“As I said, I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m attracted to you. A lot.” My heart jumped in my chest, and for a few moments I was unable to breathe. He took another step, and now only several inches separated us. His eyes were almost black, and I was losing myself easily in them.
“Do you treat all women you get attracted to like this?” I whispered, still feeling the traces of my previous anger, but now I was slowly becoming overwhelmed with the feeling he provoked in me. I wanted him.
“No. Only the ones that make me hot as hell and crazy for them. But I don’t usually mix business with pleasure.”
Oh no. His wor
ds weren’t supposed to affect me like this—I was supposed to treat him coldly—but I couldn’t.
“I want you, Alexandra. And I’ve decided to hire you. I need someone like you on my team.”
“Is that because you want me?”
He smiled. “No. It’s because you are competent and have experience. On top of that, you are motivated and ambitious.”
“You didn’t even see my CV.”
“I don’t need to. I already believe in your quality."
Oh.
“Okay,” I replied, still not believing he would hire me after all.
“But I have only one condition.”
My heart dropped. Of course. “Yes?”
“I will hire you if you are willing to submit to all my wishes.”
My pulse sped up instantly, and I almost swayed under the wave of lust. Shit. I couldn’t believe his words actually affected me like this.
I moved my eyes over his face, drinking in his every line and spot on his perfect face. I was losing this battle against my desire.
Ugh, I was so torn and annoyed with myself right now.
I couldn’t deny it. I wanted him. I wanted him badly.
On the other hand, I wanted this project too.
He was so insolent. He was gorgeous.
I sighed, knowing I had to give this—whatever this was—a shot. He’d already apologized and he was willing to give me this job. I couldn’t miss this opportunity.
“Okay,” I muttered, my eyes downcast.
“Okay?”
I raised my eyes and found his—the excitement and challenge written in them. “Okay. I accept your condition.”
He grinned widely. He raised his finger and placed it on my jaw, tracing it slowly. His eyes were trained on those places he touched and I was surprised with the raw desire I found in them. I swallowed again, feeling tingles all over my skin.
He dropped his hand, meeting my eyes again. “Consider yourself hired, Ms. Harris.”
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