Playboy Heir

by Brandy Munroe

  I caught him looking at me intensely. I asked the question that had been nagging at me. "You are planning on starting a family someday, aren't you?" I blush at my boldness.

  "I'm so sorry, this is none of my business, it's just you will want a home that is going to fit all your needs, current and future, otherwise you could just rent an apartment."

  God, I was babbling. I hoped my explanation saved my dignity — what little I seemed to have around this man. I was glad Peyton was here to play chaperone, even if that was not my intention when planning this day.

  He spent enough time at school and with Uncle Charlie while I worked. I was not going to lose any more time with my son that absolutely necessary. This was also my girls night out evening and Peyton would be spending the night at Uncle Charlie’s. I was not going to give up an entire day without him as well.

  I also needed Aleksander to understand I was a single mom and would not be available at his beck and call. Once the expansion was completed I would have regular office hours in which to perform my duties. I understood there may be some exceptions, but that happened now at The Boutique anyway.

  "It's getting late, we should head back to the park," I suggest. "Unless you want a repeat of last Saturday." Blushing, I quickly added, "having to carrying Peyton back when he runs out of energy."

  "It's my turn to sleep at Uncle Charlie's," Peyton divulge, making me cringe. I did not want Mr. Tall, Dark and Brooding to know I would be spending the evening without my chaperone.

  As we neared the end of the street, Aleksander took out his phone and took a picture of the street sign. "This is what I pictured every time Richard spoke about this place. The Victorian homes, the treelined street and, yes, the white picket fences," he added.

  "Wow, who sounds like a public service announcement now?" I mocked. For a split second I thought I might have made him blush. He had let his guard down and let me see a personal side and I threw it in his face.

  I had to rectify the situation, and quickly. I took his phone from his hand. "I'm going to send this to my email. When I contact a Realtor it'll help narrow the field of what you're looking for." I hoped he felt my sincerity and concluded that I, of all people, would never disparage anyone's dream. If part of Alexander's dream was to live in a big house with a backyard and a white picket fence, as his PR Specialist it was my job to see that he got what he wanted.

  Small talk came easy the remainder of the journey. I had the perfect distraction, Peyton. The conversation surrounded around school and his friends and he jabbered on about his adventures with Uncle Charlie. Some of those included a skinned knee that resulted in a scar Peyton was very proud of.

  Uncle Charlie pulled in immediately behind us as we arrived back at my place. I made introductions and got Peyton's bag and waved him off. Aleksander followed me to the house. I went inside to retrieve the brown envelope and handed it to him while he stood in the doorframe, his body engulfing the tiny space.

  "Signed, sealed, and delivered," I joked.

  He reached for the envelope, taking hold of my hand, holding it long enough for me to feel that jolt of electricity, like static on carpet. This was not the first time that had happened.

  "Invite me in for coffee," he enticed.

  I felt myself blushing again. That was not all I felt. I was too close; so close I could feel his arousal pressing against my belly. The belly that was betraying me with butterflies. The heat was undeniable. My core was boiling to the point of spilling over into my panties.

  He wanted me as insanely as I wanted him. I could see it in those smothering brown eyes. What did he see when he looked into mine? Could he see the same lust, the same wanting? Could he smell my lust pooling from the place between my thighs?

  "You're my boss now; I don't think this is a good idea." The low breathy pitch rendered my protest weak.

  "I'm not your boss until Monday," he reminded me.

  "That envelope in your hand means I accepted your offer. That makes you my boss." My brain was functioning on a rational plateau. My body was screaming at me to shut up and drag Mr. Tall, Dark and Brooding's fine ass into the house and have my way with him.

  He released the envelope. "Hold onto this until Monday, then I will be your boss and not until then." His tall, lean, fit body filled my doorway, waiting for an answer. The ball was in my court.

  "You need to ask, Haley, I won't come in unless you ask. If you don't invite me in, I won't be able to do this." He slowly pulled the pins that were holding my hair off my shoulders. He cupped the back of my neck and placed a warm chaste kiss on my lips.

  The sensation made my spine shiver. He had barely touched me and I was ready to orgasm. A lowly mewl escaped my lips. Like a cat in heat, I wanted to rub against his hard length and lick his rock hard abs.

  "We need to deal with this, Haley. Neither of us will be able to do our jobs properly if we don't deal with the sexual tension. Don't deny it, I know you feel it too." He leaned in closer. “I can smell it on you,” he whispered. “It's only sex, Haley. We get it out of our systems now, then Monday I become your boss and this is just a pleasant memory. I promise to make it a good one."

  There it was, the forbidden fruit, sex. Release all that sexual tension building up. I could see what all the fuss was about. That was a reasonable request, wasn't it?

  Chapter 18

  Aleksander

  I stood in her doorway, defeated. She was not going to let me in. I could not see any other way of working with her unless I could release my undeniable attraction to take this infuriating women. I needed to appeal to her logical side.

  I was the master of seduction, so why wasn’t any of this working? Then it hit me; she was a mom, the only thing she understood was how to take care of other people.

  "Haley, when was the last time someone took care of your needs, ask you what you wanted? What do you want, Haley?" I kept my voice low and seductive as I ran my fingers through her soft mahogany strands.

  I hit the right nerve. She was biting down on her lower lip, thinking about what she wanted.

  "Would you like to come in for coffee," she offered. " I have cream this time."

  I stepped through the entry and slammed the door closed with my foot. I pulled her into me and claimed her mouth like I had wanted so many times before. I ran my tongue along the seam of her lips. She parted them and let me explore her mouth with my tongue. She tasted sweet, innocent, and curious. Her own tongue getting more aggressive as I probed and tasted every inch of her mouth.

  I led her to the couch. I planned to take my time with her. There would be plenty of time to take her to bed. I wanted her to feel like she was the last woman on earth. Like if I did not have her, I would fade away into oblivion.

  I needed her to feel special. She was not one of Manly's playthings who understood the score. I would have to be careful with her. I would have to be sure she understood — this was about a strong sexual connection, sex and nothing more. Something we both craved since we locked eyes in that alley.

  I undressed her with ease. She gave no protest, only followed my lead. I took off her T-shirt, and she followed by taking off mine. I played with her breasts through her bra, nibbling, pinching, teasing. She returned the favor. I had no doubt she understood how this was going to work. I would lead, she would let me.

  Every step must be precise. I did not want her to pull away. I stared into her piercing grey eyes. I needed to see the want, not fear. Her eyes were sparkling, like they did when she got excited over something. She was excited and that pleased me. I removed her bra and took her full firm breasts in my mouth and sucked, gently at first. As her moans became cries of pleasure, I intensified the pressure.

  I undid the buttons of her jeans and slid my hand down her pants between her thighs. I entered her pussy with one finger, thrusting, making myself familiar with her body. I added another; she was wet, hot, whimpering and tight as fuck. I had not lost my touch. Her thighs quivered as her insides spasmed around my fingers. Sh
e was orgasming and I had not yet gone down on her.

  I removed her jeans and lacy panties and proceeded to taste her moist inner sanctum. A place I had wanted to feel, to taste, to penetrate. But not until I was sure she was ready for me. She writhed and lifted her hips to the rhythm of my tongue delving into her. She was quivering at my touch and that made my cock bulge through my jeans. Once I was sure she was ready, I would take her to her bed and fuck her. The likes she had never known. The likes of which I wanted her to never know from any other man than me.

  I enjoyed hearing her moan and whimper each time I brought her to climax. Each time she enjoyed it like it was her first. For all I knew it was her first, second and third. I was sure I was wearing a sheepish grin at that thought, but it was time to hear her scream. There was only one way I was sure I was going to accomplish that.

  "Do I need to ask if you enjoyed that?" I whispered in her ear as I came to face her, once more attacking her mouth, her breasts, the nape of her neck. "Do you always wear sexy panties, or were you just hoping and came prepared?"

  She did not have time to answer when I pulled back leaving her confused. Her piercing grey eyes staring with doubt. I couldn’t have her thinking she did anything wrong.

  "Haley, don’t for one second think I don't want you. I'm not…” I hesitated.

  "You’re not what?” She glared at the obvious bulge in my jeans.

  "Prepared, I mean…I didn't come prepared. I wasn't expecting this, I didn't bring… protection." I was stammering like a horny teenager.

  "A condom, you didn't bring a condom. You’ve had sex with random women at the drop of a hat and you don’t have any condoms? Not much of playboy, are you?” Her laugh lacked any humour.

  “You’re clean?” The accusation cut through me.

  "I’m clean, I swear, but you have enough responsibility. I don't want to be the reason your plans gets derailed by an unwanted pregnancy."

  I watched her rise and walk away. I was handling this all wrong. I ran my hand through my hair, trying to think of a way to salvage this.

  Then she returned with a pillow and laid it on the floor. She knelt before me and unbuttoned my jeans.

  “Haley, what are you doing?" I put my hand over hers. I was not going to be irresponsible and fulfill my needs, putting her at risk.

  "Taking care of your needs," she smiled. "It's just sex, remember. There are other ways to deal with the opportunity that’s popped up between us.” She lowered her eyes to my growing erection. “It doesn't have to be about your penis in my vagina."

  “Did you just say my penis in your vagina?” I couldn’t stifle the humor in my voice. “Come on, Haley, say it without blushing. Say it, Haley, my cock in your pussy," I growled.

  “Okay, your cock is going nowhere near my pussy. So sit back and stop being so bossy.

  I sat back and let her take the lead for the first time since our encounter began. She freed my massive cock from my jeans. “Hmm, size thirteen, huh. I would have guessed at least a fifteen.” A giggle escaped her lips before she wrapped them around my cock.

  She circled the head with her tongue while pumping my shaft with her tiny hands. She continued to work me. Pumping with her mouth, with her hands, gliding her teeth gently, causing the most electrifying sensation. She gripped and squeezed my balls until I emitted a primal guttural growl. A sound I had never heard came from somewhere so deep I had no idea existed.

  She took care of my needs like no woman had ever done. What was it about this uptight soccer mom that had my brain, my body, exploding into a sea of pure white light? She sucked me dry, every last drop.

  "Christ, Haley, you are going to kill me, where did you learn to do that?"

  "Romance novels," she laughed, taking a seat on the couch next to me once she had totally expended me. "You were right, it was good to get it out of our system. I think it’s best if you leave.” She stood and began to dress. “You know, since you didn’t come prepared. If you stay, we might do something that could have irrevocable consequences. You can use the bathroom to clean up before you leave.”

  I glanced in the mirror. She was dismissing me, the same way I had dismissed so many women who had shared a encounter with me in the past. I was the one who had told her it was only sex. A release so we could both move on.

  She was waiting for me, brown envelope in her hands. She walked to her front door and opened it. "Let's try this again. Signed, sealed and delivered."

  I stood in her doorway, palms bracing myself just outside the entry. "Can't this wait until Monday?"

  "Goodnight, Mr. Manos," she cooed, then she closed the door.

  She was wrong, this was not a good thing. I was not done with her. I wanted to be inside her, to fill her. I should not have cared I didn't bring condoms with me. I should have taken her, damn the consequences. I would have dealt with them later if I needed to.

  If I ever had the opportunity again, I would take it. I would drill her and fill her until she could not longer string a sentence together, until she was sated and totally exhausted. Until I was totally sated and totally exhausted.

  If I ever had the opportunity again with my personal assistant. The one I had been told to stay away from. In that moment I wondered, would I ever have the opportunity again?

  Chapter 19

  Haley

  I set up the downstairs boardroom for the meeting with the interns that were to begin today. I couldn’t believe it was just two weeks ago that I had set up this same room for my big debut.

  This was my first official day as PR Specialist to Mr. Aleksander Manos. "PR Specialist," I whispered quietly. I liked the sound of it. I repeated it to myself again. Haley Bristol, PR Specialist.

  I took a look around the room to be sure no one was lurking about. It seemed every time I did something that was embarrassing, Aleksander was standing right behind me.

  Not today. I could do a little happy dance to celebrate my big moment and I did exactly that. Now that I had that out of my system, and him, I could put on my professional face, straighten my posture and make Leona proud that she believed in me when I had my own doubts.

  I was definitely going to take Leona to her favorite restaurant after I got my first paycheck. To show my appreciation, today I showed up with a beautiful arrangement of begonias, Leona's favorite flower. It brightened up the boardroom but my true intention was to brighten up Leona's day. The long parade of interns would be coming through and it could be the best solution for The Boutique or Leona's worst nightmare.

  It was decided that The Boutique would be closed Monday to allow the interns to freely walk about and get a feel for the place. Some of the interns had the audacity to re-arrange displays to promote their favorite designer.

  Aleksander had warned us that as much as he and Richard tried to weed out the interns who wanted this only to promote their own agenda, some may have slipped through. Today we would separate the interns who truly wanted to learn from this experience and the ones who were not cut out to handle the retail end of the business.

  There were some really good candidates to choose from. We were going to begin the process with choosing three interns. Each would work two days a week in The Boutique and the remainder of the week in the main office. This would be a three month process. Afterwards an evaluation of the experiment, as Leona called it, would decide if this was the route to go in the future.

  The renovations would be completed by then and both lines would be in full swing. A manager would be hired for the men's line and Leona would remain manager of the ladies. If this worked, there would be a steady stream of interns passing through. That meant a lot of training for the right three candidates. We needed to be sure we choose the right three at the beginning to set a precedent.

  Breaking for lunch, I headed upstairs. I still brown-bagged it, keeping my budget in check. No sense spending money that hadn't been earned yet.

  Leona loved getting out of the building on her lunch break, which consisted of a walk to the cof
fee shop around the corner for a tall dark roast, two creams and two sugars. She remarked one day it was the only way she was ever going to have anything tall, dark and sweet.

  I almost fell backwards when I entered the break room upstairs and found Aleksander making coffee.

  "Hey, Shoe Girl," he shouted out. "How are the interviews going?"

  We were back to Shoe Girl, were we?

  "Some of them really grasp the concept we are trying to in-still, others, not so much," I replied as I took my lunch and sat down to eat, keeping my disappointment in check.

  He pulled out a chair on the other side of the table and was about to take a seat. Suddenly, he pushed it back in and uttered, "I should get back to the plans I'd been working on."

  That was a hasty retreat. I finished my lunch, but my curiosity got the better of me and I could not stay away. I found him on all fours crawling across the floor, tapping on the outside facing wall. Trying not to laugh, I watched him for a few minutes.

  I must have snickered louder than I intended, because he turned around, completely off guard, and jumped to his feet. "How long have you been enjoying the show?” he asked.

  "Oh, not nearly long enough," I snorted, trying to stifle a laugh.

  Explaining his behaviour, Aleksander began, "I was trying to find the entrance to that attic. I was tapping on the walls listening for an echo. It would be nice to know where it was before we have a construction crew in here and start tearing things up."

  That was the last straw; I could no longer control myself. I had to sit down before I began rolling on the floor with laughter.

  In a slightly put-out tone Aleksander reprimanded me. "This is not the type of professional behaviour to exhibit towards your boss."

  After wiping the tears from my eyes and taking a deep breath, I tempted fate and taunted, "Perhaps, but I had never walked in on a boss dressed in an exquisitely tailored suit crawling on his hands and knees."