by R. R. Banks
“If you require anything tonight, please don’t hesitate to let me know,” he said politely. “I want you to make yourself at home. The kitchen is downstairs if you feel like you need to get something to eat and there is a bathroom right across the hall. If you need anything else, my bedroom is at the end of this hall with the double doors. Just come in, wake me up, and I will take care of everything. I don’t have any butlers or servants, but if I can get you anything to make your stay here more enjoyable, please do not hesitate to ask.”
“Thank you for your hospitality,” I replied after listening to his speech. “I appreciate it.”
He smiled as he stepped away, nodding as he placed his hand on the doorknob and closed the door, leaving me in the guest room by myself. I walked over and sat on the end of the bed, thinking back on the night and how I ended up in the guest room of his house. I reached behind my back and pulled down the zipper of my dress, loosening it up before slipping it off. I laid it across the bed, to make sure that it would not wrinkle. Then I walked over to the dresser and removed my jewelry, setting it on the dresser. As I took off my necklace, several thoughts started to go through my mind. I felt a real bond with Nathanial, something that I never experienced with another man. For the first time in my life, I was not thinking about my career but about what I wanted for me.
“Screw it,” I thought to myself, looking in the mirror above the dresser before turning and walking toward the door. I walked down the hallway with a purpose, looking at the double doors and focusing in on them. Placing my hands on both of the knobs and turned them simultaneously, I swung them both open and walking in to see Nathanial wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts standing near the bed. I charged toward him and placed both of my hands on his face, bringing his lips toward mine to lock them together in a passionate kiss. I kissed him like I had never kissed a man before. Releasing every inhibition I had against letting myself getting hurt, I decided to take what I wanted, knowing that after spending time with Nathanial Jenkins, he was it.
Our tongues touched as our lips remained locked. His hands came up and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me toward him as I left my hands on the side of his head, running them through his hair. The hunger between the two of us was palpable as we kissed each other. I lowered my hands to his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up and lowering me onto the bed. Parting my legs he positioned himself in between, leaning forward and placing his weight on my hips. We continued to kiss intensely as I started rubbing my hands down his back, holding onto him tightly as his hands started to travel below my waist. We stopped kissing briefly as he reached back and grabbed my ankles, rolling me forward a bit so he could remove my panties and toss them to the floor before bringing me back to resume our passionate exchange.
I felt him move his hands around between our hips, pulling his cock out from the hole in his boxers and sliding it into me, still kissing me as he pushed it in gently. I moaned, feeling the head of his cock slowly moving between my petals and the delicious fullness as he completely entered me. We continued to kiss, our arms wrapping around each other as he slowly thrust his cock into me. He was sliding inside me with slow, deliberate strokes, moaning along with me with every motion.
I pushed him back, placing my hands on his shoulders and wrapping my legs around his waist so I could roll, putting myself on top. With his hands on my hips and mine in my hair, I rode him unhurriedly, savoring the feel of his cock.
He felt amazing inside me, the fact that the moment felt special made it the greatest I’d ever experienced. Leaning forward I started kissing his neck as he thrust his hips upwards into me. I spread my legs a little bit more, trying to brace myself for his thrusts, seeking to offer a little bit of resistance. He snaked a hand between us to find my clit. I whimpered as he worked it. It wasn’t much longer till I felt his cock began to pulse and that pushed me over the edge. I cried out as my hot little cunny convulsed around his cock. “I’m about to…” he said, and I kissed him as hungrily as I ever had, allowing him to climax while inside of me.
After he came, I pulled his cock out of me, kissing him again before wrapping my arm around him and falling asleep in his arms. It was, without a doubt, the greatest night of my life. For the first time ever, I did not care about work or anything professional. I only thought about being with him and how we could make it work.
“Is that it?” asked Hannah as she leaned against the side of the couch with a look of disappointment. “No foreplay or dirty, sexual shenanigans; just a really intense encounter between two people.”
Alexis grinned. “Yeah, sometimes those are the best kind of encounters,” she replied. “I felt a real bond with him, something that I’ve only felt with you.”
“Aww, well I love you too, prude,” joked Hannah, still disappointed at the lack of details in her friend’s evening. “Alright, so you told me earlier that you had a conversation with Richard. What was it about?”
Alexis’s face became pale as her cheerful expression slowly faded, giving way to a more stoic expression. “Hannah, with what we did yesterday, we showed something, that while our employers knew we possessed, the rest of the consortium was only made privy to through stories,” she began, trying to explain it in a very wordy, formal manner. “After seeing how impressive we were with the short notice deal, as well as how prepared and knowledgeable we were, they want the two of us to take over the Australian Oil Trade and Refiners, with both of us taking positions as Directors, and only answering to the consortium during the rebuilding and recovery phase.”
Hannah sat up in her seat, looking on with great intent as Alexis continued to explain. “Our employers and the consortium, through negotiations yesterday, have agreed to buyout our current contracts with the American Oil Traders and Refiners and offer us two incredibly lucrative positions within the consortium. We will be paid four times our current salary and both will personally oversee the reclamation of the Australian company, and once we’re done with that, we will begin to work in another company.”
“What does this mean?” asked Hannah. “Are they asking us to move? Are we getting a promotion? What’s going on?”
Alexis smiled earnestly. “Hannah, we are being given autonomy within the consortium. Our positions were essentially created to help the struggling companies recover and the smaller companies grow. We can go where we want to go, opting to stay in our New York office or moving wherever want, however, with the Australian project, we will need to be in Melbourne for a few weeks to get it functioning properly. You are now the top negotiator for the consortium and I am the top logistics administrator. If any companies struggle, they are allowed to turn to us for assistance. Hannah, we have just been given an incredible promotion.”
Hannah smiled before screaming in jubilation at the news. “You’ve got to be kidding me!?” she screamed in excitement. “So what do we do from here?”
“Well, unfortunately, our trip to Dubai has been cut short, and we will have to pack up and leave this evening for Melbourne where we will sign our new contracts and begin working on the recovery,” explained Alexis as Hannah looked on with glee.
“We have to leave tonight?” asked Hannah as she slowly began panicking.
“We’re leaving in the next two hours,” answered Alexis. “However, if you’re running a few minutes behind, I don’t think the plane will leave you.”
Hannah tried to suppress her emotions as she questioned Alexis. “Why not?” she asked, thinking back to all the times that she had to sprint through airport terminals to make sure she didn’t miss a flight.
With a hint of deception, Alexis smiled genuinely. “Because the majority owner of the company is flying us out there on his private jet and letting us stay in his home while we’re there.” Hannah looked at Alexis with wide eyes and subtle headshake as she stood up to start packing, surprised that her best friend finally went and got what she wanted. “Hurry up,” announced Alexis, motioning for Hannah to start p
acking so they could get to the airport, hoping to start the flight sooner rather than later. Alexis ran into the bathroom and showered while Hannah tossed all of her clothes into the suitcase, not opting to fold anything or separate out what was clean and what was dirty, instead, just placing it in the bag and zipping it shut. Alexis got out of the shower quickly, dried off and walked out of the bathroom to find Hannah waiting patiently in the living room with her suitcase in front of her.
“I thought you wanted to hurry?” asked Hannah, folding her arms while sitting on the couch drinking a glass of wine. She stood up and pointed at Alexis with her wine glass in her hand. “This, Alexis, is not hurrying.”
Alexis looked at the bag, seeing how misshapen it was before looking at Hannah with a hint of confusion. “Did you fold anything?”
“Do they not have irons in Australia?”
“Have you ever ironed anything in your life?”
Hannah paused and looked at Alexis with her eyes halfway closed. “Once, I think, and it was terrible,” she answered in a very serious, yet playful tone.
Alexis turned and walked away, knowing that Hannah was now waiting on her to get ready for them to embark on their new journey. Fortunately for Alexis, her obsessive need for organization made packing incredibly simple. She placed her dirty clothes in a plastic bag and set it on the bottom of her suitcase before unloading the clothes from the drawers in the room, taking out the contents, folding them gently and placing them neatly in the bag. After a few moments, her bag was pristinely backed and she was able to close it and drag it into the living room. “Have you called for a cab yet?” asked Alexis.
“Was I supposed to?” asked Hannah in a reply to Alexis. “Give me a second, I will call us one.”
“Don’t worry about it,” replied Alexis as she reached into her small handbag and pulled out the card from the night before, texting the number on it to see if that driver would come and get them. After a few short seconds, the driver replied back with a confirmation. “He’s on his way. Let’s get downstairs.”
Hannah was confused. “You have a taxi driver’s number in your purse?”
“From last night,” replied Alexis. “I wanted to make sure I had a way out in case the date went terribly wrong.”
“Oh, so you wanted to have an escape hatch in case he proved to be some kind of creep or asshole,” quipped Hannah. “That’s not a terrible idea.”
“I felt like it was something you would have done,” replied Alexis. “I figured I should at least act like you a little bit when it comes to my emotional and romantic life.”
Hannah laughed as the two grabbed their suitcases and started rolling them out of the room. “You don’t want that,” she replied playfully. “You’ll end up with a list of seventy-four numbers for guys that you can’t remember what they look like.”
Alexis chuckled as they reached the elevator, pressing the button and it opened immediately. “I don’t know. That could be a little bit of fun.”
“Stick with your one guy,” stated Hannah. “I’m the only one who can pull off being me, just like you’re the only person capable of being you.”
They walked onto the elevator and rode it to the bottom floor, stepping off to find the taxi driver already waiting on them. “Good morning,” he announced as he reached for their luggage and placed it in the trunk of his car. “I’m glad to see that your encounter went well last night.”
“Thanks,” replied Alexis with a smile. “It went better than fine, though. It went perfectly.”
“Excellent,” he replied in his thick African accent before walking around to the front of his car and stepping in. The girls stepped into the backseat and the taxi took off, heading down the main streets of Dubai.
The taxi reached the airport and was allowed entrance to the back hangars where the private jets and other smaller planes were stored. He drove past a few structures before coming up to the one that Alexis told him to go to. Hannah and Alexis stepped out of the car to see a beautiful plane waiting on them to taxi out to the runway. It was white with a blue stripe down the side of it with the initials “NJ” written on the tail. Alexis paid the taxi driver and thanked him as Hannah grabbed their luggage from the trunk, rolling both suitcases behind her as she gazed at the airplane and the man stepping out of it.
Hannah pulled the luggage as Alexis walked up to Nathanial, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him on the lips as Hannah stood behind them. “Glad to see you made it in good time,” stated Nathanial as he and Alexis stopped kissing. She let go of his neck as he looked past her, seeing the blonde ponytailed Hannah waiting impatiently on the two of them to finish. “And you must be Hannah,” he remarked positively. “I’ve heard a great deal about you.”
“I’m….” Hannah paused, not knowing how awkward to make this moment, though heading for the path of politeness instead of being her normal, sarcastic self. “It’s great to meet you,” she said, completely out of character, which prompted Alexis to look at her with a confused look. Hannah pulled the bags up and handed one to Alexis, which Nathanial grabbed from both of them and carried them onto the plane.
“That was incredibly awkward,” stated Alexis as they watched Nathanial enter the hull of the airplane. “What were you going to say before you stopped yourself?”
Hannah laughed. “I’m aware that you like to have passionate, boring sex on the first date,” she quipped with a smile on her face, bringing out a look of disgust on Alexis’s. “What? You asked and I was polite. Just remember that.”
“You were,” replied Alexis. “As weird as it sounds, you were.”
THE END
Boss Me Dirty
Chapter 1
The wind blew gently from the south as the two men gripped their small cups with steam emitting from them. They sat comfortably in their small chairs with their back to the open sea, able to turn around and look over the cast-iron railing to see the bustle of the small market that bordered one of the many harbors in Monaco. With a quick glance from the two gentlemen, looking down at the sights and sounds of fishermen peddling their fresh catches and other merchants trying to sell their various wares, the markets near the ports in Monaco – especially in Monte Carlo – were always active on sunny days. Though the temperature was a bit brisk, requiring a light jacket for comfort but nothing really more, the people in the area were able to go about their days as normal.
“Can you imagine not being successful?” asked a very arrogant Robert as he sipped on his coffee. He sat in his chair with his back facing the Mediterranean Sea, allowing the breeze from the open sea to blow on the back of his head and brush his hair to the side. He paused briefly, turning to look at the man sitting at the table with him, also with his back to the sea. “I mean, think about it. If the two of us weren’t successful, there is no way we would be sitting here discussing our investments while enjoying a fabulous cup of espresso while in Monaco.”
“But you live here, so I can imagine that you would be here anyway,” rebuked Dillon Flannigan, the man sitting across from him. “Success is only what we have today.”
“So how has the technological world been lately?” asked Robert as he sipped on his coffee while looking out toward the entrance of the café and the several young, attractive women walking in. “I’ve been considering a few new investments.”
Dillon sipped on his coffee without looking toward Robert, also noticing the young ladies walking into the café. “I wouldn’t,” he said softly, sipping on his coffee before setting it back on the table. “The technological industry right now is incredibly top heavy.” he explained confidently before setting his coffee back onto the table.
Dillon paused a bit while still focusing on the ladies in front of the café, who suddenly started to huddle in front of the door as if they were waiting for someone. “You should honestly continue your foray into oil and other energy companies. It’s a much safer investment right now.”
Robert Acostis, was a m
iddle-aged businessman with an immense reputation for shrewd dealings, and some perceived under-handed dealings, depending on who you talked to. His dark hair was slightly tinged with a touch of grey above his ears, and a smooth olive complexion. He towered over most of the men and women that he dealt with in the professional world, not only because of his incredible height of six feet five inches, but with the regal and authoritative way he carried himself. He was incredibly fit, spending hours in the gym lifting weights to maintain an impressive physique.
Robert treasured his Greek heritage, spending summers in Athens with his grandparents, during which, he would smash grapes with his bare feet, standing in a small wooden bucket for hours. With his teenage years, Robert was taught more of the wine business, when he wasn’t chasing after beautiful women that is. Those humble beginnings still held a fondness in his heart and made living in Southampton the rest of the year bearable.
Robert’s first foray into business was taking up the reigns for his grandparent’s company as his mother and father relocated to London. After three short years of tireless work, Robert’s wealth had already grown to over ten million United States dollars.
Dillon, on the other hand, was much different compared to his friend Robert, though incredibly relatable in terms of process and ability. He was nearly as tall as Robert, only standing two inches shorter, with a pale complexion and sandy blonde hair. Dillon was incredibly intelligent, spending more time in the library and computer labs instead of the gym, though still taking time to run and do light weightlifting to keep himself in shape. He was much more reserved than Robert, keeping his composure in all walks of life and taking a great deal of time think out his moves before making them.
