by Eva Luxe
Chapter 9 – Chrissy
If I thought I could take back control of this relationship through some well-timed oral sex, Adam showed me different. I was kind of baffled— it had always worked before. A guy gets too demanding, too needy, too…I don’t know, pushy, and all I had to do was remind him that if he wanted some occasional mind-blowing orgasms, he’d remember who was in charge.
Adam was secure enough to let me take the lead, but he was proud enough that he insisted on calling the shots sometimes too. He wasn’t a control freak—he trusted me. That was a great feeling, because I’d never wanted or needed that from a man before. But he demanded that I trust him too—and that was a little harder, because with the single exception of my brother Jack, no man I’d ever met had proved that he could be trusted.
But Adam was Jack’s best friend for a reason, and in matters of character and rock-solid dependability, they were very much alike.
I could trust him.
So, once we’d eaten, and I knew he was still hella horny, he stood up and said, “Let me show you something.”
He took my hand and led me through a short hallway with shelves on either side. It ended in a doorway, and he pulled me through it. It led to a small suite—a bedroom with four twin beds, unmade and dusty, and a bathroom and not much else.
“These were the servants’ quarters when this was first built,” he explained. “The kitchen maids slept here, so that they could get up very early without disturbing anyone else. By the time the family got up, they’d have breakfast ready, coffee or hot tea, and have started anything they needed for lunch or dinner. They were very smart and strong, and very, very obedient.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Obedient? They must’ve hated that.”
“Probably.” He nodded slowly and stepped toward me.
“So…” I said, “if this were your house, I’d have to obey you?”
“Absolutely.”
“Hmmm…” I pressed against him. “And what kinds of things would you make me do?”
“I don’t know,” he murmured. “But if the master of the house crawled into bed with you in the middle of the night, you couldn’t do much about it.”
“I’d probably be irritated that I was losing sleep!”
He laughed. “But I’m the master, so you have to do what I say.”
“Okay, master.” I rolled my eyes to show him how seriously I wasn’t taking all this.
“Very nice.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Take off your dress.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said, take off your dress. You’re the servant, aren’t you?”
If I hadn’t seen the mischievous gleam in his eye, I might have resisted more. Or given him a right hook across his jaw—Jack taught me how to defend myself. But, well…I had just blue-balled him in the music room. And if the tentpole in the front of his trousers was any indication, he was still feeling it.
“Yes, sir,” I said.
I started undoing the buttons down the front of my sundress. Soon, I stood before him in the underwear I’d put on specifically for him—crotchless black lace panties, black lacy bra with the nipples cut out, and my high-heeled sandals.
“Good girl,” Adam murmured.
I loved looking sexy, and in my trashy lingerie with my heels on, I knew I did. Most college boys would have been coming against my leg by now, but Adam just stood looking down at me. I wished I could read his expression—I was hoping the intensity of it meant that he wanted me, but honestly, I couldn’t tell.
“What would you like me to do now, sir?” I prompted him.
He reached out a hand and stroked my face. I wasn’t expecting it, and it was so tender that I closed my eyes and turned my face into his hand. He paused, then continued his caress down my throat and shoulder, then down to my breast and exposed nipple. He touched it gently, then bent his head and kissed it, and finally took it lightly into his mouth.
He sucked on it, then flicked it with his tongue, then sucked some more, never putting too much pressure on it. His big hands stroked down my sides and hips and then back up again. I rested my hands on his shoulders, but soon I was digging my fingers into the muscles.
“Harder,” I demanded. “Suck me harder.”
He didn’t look up or change pace. “That’s not how you ask for things.” His tongue flicked out across my nipple again. “Especially not from your boss.”
I swallowed. “Please sir,” I said as humbly as I could, “would you please suck me harder?”
“Good girl,” he murmured. He sucked me harder and I arched my back, pressing my tits into his face. Then he backed away a step, leaving me without any sucking at all. I started to pout, but then he unbuckled his belt and let his pants and briefs fall to the floor.
“Come here,” he growled. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His erection poked against my pussy, and with a few adjustments he slid his cock into me. I gasped. I started to ride him, to get that hot, hard cock deeper, and he started to thrust. He put his hands on my ass and bent to take a tit in his mouth again, and sucked hard. I cried out and rode him harder as I came.
There was no better feeling in the world than having Adam’s cock inside me. He thrust several more times and came also, and we collapsed onto each other, still standing in the middle of the servants’ quarters.
“Why—” I panted “—why didn’t we use the beds?”
“Too dirty,” he murmured against my neck. He placed a kiss on the curve between my neck and shoulder. “Can’t make love to a goddess on a dirty bed.”
I laughed weakly. “But you can treat her like a servant? Okay.” But I loved that he said things like that. I loved that he found me beautiful and desirable. I loved that he said “make love,” like he was recording it for a romance novel.
“Want me to get down?” I offered. “Though I warn you, I’m not entirely sure I can stand.”
“I’ll catch you,” he said. He lowered me down his body until my feet touched the floor.
I was still shaky, but I could stand. “May I put my dress back on…sir?” I said mischievously.
He pulled up his pants and began buckling his belt. “Yes, but leave it unbuttoned.”
“Okay,” I said, “but you have to unbutton your shirt. If you can see my chest, it’s only fair that I get to see yours.”
“You’re not every good at this obedience thing,” he mused, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Maybe I just need more practice.”
He gave me a hot look, and I had a feeling we’d be practicing that one again soon. I was willing to play, but turnabout was fair play too. We’d be practicing both versions of that little game.
“Tell me about your work with animals,” he said, taking my hand.
“Really? You want to know about my classes and stuff?”
“That would be fine,” he said. “But why veterinary medicine? You must have a reason that you love animals so much. Tell me about that.”
We walked around the rest of the mansion while I told him of my interest in science, and my affection for animals. I told him about how my father didn’t think it was very suitable—not because he was sexist, but because it wasn’t business or law, and Jack had already let him down by not going into the family business.
“And I get the appeal of building something, of putting a project together and making sure all the pieces of it work like they should,” I said earnestly. “I really do. But animals need people who have compassion, because they can’t speak for themselves, and they need people to be kind and competent─”
Out of nowhere, he picked me up and held me in his arms. He kissed me hard, then walked up the enormous sweeping staircase with me clinging onto his neck for dear life.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” I murmured.
“Can’t help it.” He shrugged. “This staircase demands that the man sweep the woman into his arms and carry her up it. I don’t make the rules!”
I laughed as h
e put me down at the top of the steps.
“Besides,” he said, tilting my chin up, “you are so adorable. The way you were talking about animals, you get so excited, and it’s so cute. I just wanted to scoop you up.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Was I talking too much? Jack says—”
He rolled his eyes. “No, of course not. You were adorable. Maybe Jack doesn’t find you as cute as I do.”
“I doubt it!”
“Let’s finish looking through these bedrooms and get out of here, okay?” He took my hand again and started to walk down the hall.
“Yeah, okay. Are you like this at the office?”
He glanced back at me. “Like what?”
“Fun, adventurous, sweet, romantic…”
I was surprised to see him blush. He shook his head. “Of course not. That’s work. This is reality.”
“So this is the real you then?” I thought about that for a minute. A car door slammed in the distance and Adam looked up—I think he was relieved by the interruption. “Yeah, that makes sense. You have to be all serious and adult-y at work, especially with my father around, right? But with me, you don’t. I can only conclude that Mansion Adam is the real Adam, and Businessman Office Adam is the fake.”
“Can’t they both be me?” He opened a door and glanced around an empty bedroom suite.
“They could,” I agreed. “But I’m betting I know which one is the real Adam Gardner.”
Chapter 10 – Adam
I strode into work Monday morning feeling a lot better about the mansion project than I had on Friday morning. For obvious reasons, I was now pretty fond of the old place, but it would only take a few renovations to make it the kind of glamorous representative showcase. The more I thought of it, the more I thought that I could probably do the renovations myself, maybe on the weekends or slow afternoons. Maybe Chrissy could join me…
Then again, it wasn’t mine, so maybe I just needed to let the company do what it was going to do. It wasn’t ultimately up to me, even if Gary had made it my project. Once I got some rehabbing done, I would probably have to turn it over to Bianca for marketing—that was an area I had nothing to do with. That would probably be okay—she was a horrible person, but I had no reason to think she wasn’t good at her job. I doubted that Gary would hire someone who didn’t cut the muster, even if she was hot.
I settled into my desk and started making calls: contractors, decorators, historical restorers, plumbers (I shuddered to think what hundred-year-old plumbing was like), exterminators, site managers. I called the caterer we kept on retainer and asked her to work up a preliminary wish list that she could use when she consulted with the contractor about modernizing the kitchen. My vision for the old place was to keep everything as historically authentic as possible, but to update everything that could be made modern and convenient, from convection ovens to WiFi.
“My, you’re a hard working boy.”
I glanced up, irritated at the interruption. Bianca stood in my office doorway, leaning artfully against the door jamb so that I got a glimpse into her v-neck blouse. Had she always been so obvious? Maybe I’d just been young and blinded with sex. Chrissy showed off her body sometimes too, but I always felt like it was more of a free-spirit thing, not a control-you-withsex thing.
Being around Chrissy didn’t only make me horny, it made me happy. I could never have said that about Bianca. Sex had been intense with her, but it hadn’t been…fuck, I don’t know. Joyful.
“Yeah, that’s why they pay me the big bucks,” I said wryly. “So, I went out to inspect that mansion on Friday.”
She raised an eyebrow and gave me knowing look. “Oh, did you?”
“Um, yeah.” Hadn’t I just said that? I shook my head. Whatever.
“Did you have a good time?”
As a matter of fact, I’d had one of the best times of my entire life. “Yeah, it was great. You should check it out, because it’s going to be a huge asset for us. I’m working up the restoration budget right now.”
“Oh, I checked it out.” She still had that eyebrow raised. “It’s a very… exciting… setting.”
“Anyway…” I gave her a puzzled look. “It’s not our usual thing, but it could bring a lot of positive attention to the company. We might even want to look at some rebranding that incorporates it, but I’ll leave that to you.”
“Oh, thanks, Adam,” she said sarcastically. “I really appreciate your permission to do my job.”
I rolled my eyes. “Give it a rest, Bianca. That’s not what I meant.”
“Whatever,” she said. “I’m working on a marketing plan for it. Maybe we can present it at the staff meeting on Wednesday.”
“I’ll be ready.”
“Oh I know.” She smirked. “You’re always ready, aren’t you, Adam?”
There was an undercurrent in this conversation I didn’t understand, like everything she said had double meanings. But I could only answer the question I heard, so I looked her hard in the eye and said, “I’m always ready for the things I care about, Bianca. I don’t have a hell of a lot of time for the rest.”
“You might consider making some time,” she said. “In fact, it’d be a good idea to make some time for me tonight. I’m busy right now, but we need to meet for dinner to discuss the future of this project.”
I glared at her. I had plans to see Chrissy tonight.
“Don’t worry.” She smirked again, and I had to clench my fists to keep from knocking that bitchy smirk off her face. “Gary lets me carry the company credit card. I’ll buy. Wear something… professional.”
And off she sashayed. Chrissy would never sashay…she was too real. But it did look like I would have to have dinner with Bianca, which I had sworn I’d never do again. It was hard to eat in her presence, since she made me sick to my stomach.
It was about time for my lunch break, and regretfully I pulled out my cell to call Chrissy. She was understanding, but I wasn’t kidding when I told her that I’d rather spend the time with her. It was hard to imagine I’d ever wanted to spend time with Bianca, much less the rest of my life. Thank God I’d gotten out of that before it was too late!
*****
Opportunist that she was, Bianca took us to the most expensive restaurant in the area, and had us seated right in the center of the room. It made it extremely awkward to open up my briefcase and try to discuss the project with her. It also made it look like we were on a date, which was the last thing I wanted anyone to think.
We ordered drinks, then I started to pull out files, and she rolled her eyes.
“Are you seeing anyone, Adam?” she asked, running a finger across the ridge of her wine glass.
“This is supposed to be business, Bianca,” I snapped. “My private life is none of yours.”
“Oh, your private life has everything to do with…business.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You won’t be able to keep them separate forever, Adam.” She laughed patronizingly. “Your business life and your private life have too many overlapping areas.”
She knew about Chrissy. Of all the fucked up luck. Or—I looked at her face carefully. She suspected that I was involved with Chrissy. She didn’t know for sure, because if she did, she’d have used the information to try to hurt me somehow. As though she still had that power.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, “but can we get through these specs? Look at this kitchen. I’m having the caterer—”
The waiter brought our salads, and Bianca ordered a second glass of wine.
As soon as the waiter left, Bianca leaned forward. She nearly spilled out of her low cut cocktail dress. “I know who you’re seeing these days, Adam. And Daddy wouldn’t like it.”
I was going to play this cool—more than cool. Cold.
I glanced at her contemptuously. “You think I’m dating Chrissy Monroe.”
She leaned back again with a satisfied smile.
“My boss’ daugh
ter. My best friend’s little sister. She’s—what, nineteen?” She was twenty-one, but Bianca didn’t need to know I knew that.
“I don’t know if you’re dating her or not.” Bianca shrugged. “But I do know you’re fucking her.”
“Even if that were true, Bianca, it would be none of your business.”
“Oh, it’s true,” she assured me. “I stopped by the mansion Friday to check out the facility. I got an eyeful of something else instead. It did look like the two of you were having fun, though!”
Shit. Maybe she was still bluffing, but I couldn’t see how. I kind of remembered hearing a car door in the distance, but I didn’t have any idea that someone else had even come into the building.
Of course not. Chrissy was there. I couldn’t see, or feel, or notice, anything but her. Fuck. I was getting obsessed. She was truly all I could think about.
And look, maybe it was sexist of me, but if Bianca could enter that building, anyone could have. A mugger, or a serial killer. How was I supposed to protect Chrissy if I didn’t even know someone else was there?
And I had a bad feeling that Chrissy was going to need some protecting now.
“We do have a project we’re supposed to be working on,” I reminded Bianca. “Can we stop dwelling on my sex life and move on to business? Otherwise you’re going to have to pay for those three glasses of wine.”
“I doubt Gary will make me pay for a little wine,” she said. “Not when I’m so valuable to him.”
“The project?”
“Why don’t we finish up here, and then we can take the files back to your place and work on them alone?”
“Bianca,” I sighed. “Give it up. I’m not sleeping with you.”
“It’s just a fuck between old friends,” she said. “Surely even Little Miss Perfect can’t object to that. As I’ve so recently observed for myself, you’re always hot and ready, right?”
“Not always,” I muttered.
“Let me give you some advice,” Bianca said briskly, setting her napkin on the table. “I don’t know if it’s my brain, my skill, or my ass, but Gary likes me and he listens to me. He thinks you’re an idiot, and he suspects that you’re sniffing around after his little girl, so he’s going to hate you on principle. It would be to your advantage to cultivate a friendship with me. And seeing as we almost got married, that shouldn’t be too difficult.”
