by Amber Heart
He rose from his desk, and I couldn’t help but admire the kind of man that he’d become. My neighborhood wasn’t poor by any means, but I know he didn’t inherit his money from his family. Something happened between him and his father one night. I was eighteen at the time, making out with some boy in the backyard, and I heard the fight through the window and across the fence that separated their houses. Mason left that night and never returned. It obviously spurned something in him, and by the time he was thirty, he was one of the richest men in the city.
“You are going to write back to them and explain your mistake. Do I have to find a new secretary?” he asked coldly.
I raised an eyebrow. “Since you haven’t actually sat down with me and explained what you wanted out of a secretary, that might be necessary. You seem to be a very different man from Mr. Phillips. I have a feeling that you have different needs.”
“Just what kind of services were you providing for Phillips?” he asked in a low and silky voice.
Crossing my legs, I smiled in satisfaction as my skirt slid provocatively up my thigh. “If you’re asking me whether Mr. Phillips has ever stolen a kiss from me, the answer is no. If you’re wondering whether or not he asked to see my breasts, against, the answer is no.”
“Christ,” he muttered as he sat down. “If I remember correctly, you wouldn’t show me anything.”
“You called me Danny Boy for years. Why did you deserve to see my tits when I had boys who worshiped me asking for that very same privilege?”
“I let you watch when I brought girls down to the river,” he said evenly. “Do you still like to watch, Ms. Taylor?”
My breath hitched. He knew? “Do you still like to be watched, Mr. Grant?”
“Would you like to find out?”
The question threw me, and I lost my momentum. He knew that he’d bested me, and it pissed me off. Getting up, I slowly walked around his office. “I saw your father at the neighborhood barbecue. His new wife is pretty, but I guess you know that. I don’t see any pictures of them around the office. That, and the fact that you continue to call me Ms. Taylor says an awful lot about you.”
“I’m your boss, and you’re an unmarried woman,” he said darkly.
“So you looked me up. I guess that says something. Are you afraid that if you admit you know me, I’ll tell everyone that you threw a baseball through Mr. Dornigan’s window and blamed it on his son?”
Mason didn’t look upset. Instead, he watched me intently as I continued to pace. “The first thing that I noticed when I took over is that everyone is entirely too comfortable in this office. This is a work environment, not someone’s damn living room. If I’m professional, maybe the rest of you will follow suit.”
Snorting, I rolled my eyes. “I don’t think anyone will think you’re slipping if you call me Danielle.”
“Do you want me to call you Danielle?”
“I want to know what happened to that boy I grew up with. God, Mason, you used to know how to have a good time. You used to know how to smile, but you’ve done nothing but terrify people since the moment that you took over. People rely on this job, Mason. Charlotte is a single mother with two kids. Devon is trying to pay for his son’s college. It’s hard for them to focus if all they’re wondering whether or not you’re going to fire them.”
“It’s Mr. Grant.” His voice was calm as picked up a small remote on his desk and pushed the button. The door to his office swung open. “And I’m not here to coddle anyone. Do your job, Ms. Taylor, and you won’t have to worry about whether or not it’s there in the morning.”
Not willing to walk away from the conversation just yet, I placed the palms of my hands on the desk and leaned forward. I knew he had a clear view down my shirt, and I’d worn my skimpiest black bra just for the occasion. “If you do one nice and personal thing for the people in the office below, Mr. Grant, I’ll wrap my lips around your cock anytime, anyplace, and give you the best fucking blow job of your life.”
“Danielle,” he said in a strangled voice, but I was already walking out to my desk. A smile spread across my face as I sat down. He had every right to fire me for that comment, but I knew that not everything had changed about Mason Grant.
The boy I knew would never back down from a dare.
He didn’t fire me the next day, but it also didn’t look like he was going to change his ways either. A week later, I started work by opening a company-wide email stating an implement of new policies. “No more birthday parties in the break room? Are you kidding me?”
“Ah, there you are Ms. Taylor.” Mason swept a hand through his blonde hair and smiled at me as he unlocked his door. “I see you’re reading up on some changes that I’m making. Good. I’m sure you’ll let me know if anyone decides to ignore the new policies.”
“Didn’t you hear? It’s my birthday next week. Are you really going to deny me my piece of cake?” I stuck out my bottom lip for what I hoped was a sultry pout.
“I’m taking the board members out to dinner on Thursday,” he grunted. “Make me dinner reservation for ten at Bookkeepers. Eight o’clock should be fine. I’ll email you the specifics.”
“Why are you even here, Mason? Phillips is small time considering what you’re used to, and this is your first acquisition in the city. Why did you come back?”
He stopped for a moment, and I actually thought that he was going to answer me, but instead, he just entered his office and shut the door behind him. I immediately picked up the phone and called my friend, Dana. Although she was in a cubicle downstairs, it was difficult to talk to her in-person without the whole room hearing us.
“What is going on?” she whispered when she picked up. “Charles said that when Mr. Grant left work last night, he was pissed. Super pissed. And today’s email? Danielle, he’s banning the company family picnic.”
“I saw that,” I growled as I stared at the closed door. “I’m working on it, but I can’t figure out what he’s doing here. As far as I know, he’s not seeing anyone, and my parents said he hasn’t been home to see his dad. There’s something else going on here.”
“You better work fast. Everyone here is afraid to even sneeze.”
“Just remember, you can’t tell anyone that Mason used to be my next-door neighbor. God knows what will happen if the rumors start flying around.” She agreed, and I hung up. Part of me wanted to march into Mason’s office and demand an answer, but I had a pile of work to do.
I didn’t mind the work. Phillips was a lenient and old man who was afraid I’d develop frown lines if he stressed me out, so I was bored working for him. I liked the fast pace under Mason. I liked keeping busy, and as long as I was useful to him, he continued to trust me with things. It would help me figure him out better.
Phillips meant a lot to me. I never graduated college, and every perspective employer laughed at me when I tried to apply for a corporate job, but Mr. Phillips interviewed me personally. He gave me a chance when no one else did, and I didn’t want to see Mason destroy the company that he worked so hard for. The employees here were like my family, and I didn’t want to see anyone fired.
Mr. Phillips texted me daily for updates. He was happy for retirement, and apparently Mason offered him an insane amount of money for his small company, but he was concerned that Mason would destroy it. Apparently my gorgeous ex-neighbor had a reputation for completely overhauling companies until they barely resembled their humble beginnings. Everyone made money, but dreams were shattered.
At lunch, I rechecked his schedule before knocking on his door. It swung open. “I have a phone,” he snapped angrily. “You don’t have to knock on my door.”
“My bad. Mr. Phillips had an open-door policy. I’m on my way to lunch, and I wanted to know if you wanted to join me. Don’t bother telling me that you have a meeting because I know full well that you don’t.”
“Ms. Taylor—“
“Danielle,” I prompted. “Or Dani if you want to bring back fond memories.”
/> “I don’t.” He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I skipped breakfast, so I could use some lunch. If I agree to have lunch with you, do you think you could go the rest of the afternoon without annoying me? You’re beloved Phillips left this company in shambles.”
Raking my hands through my long auburn hair, I shrugged. “I’ll think about it. Come on. I have a craving for Caldwell Deli’s chicken salad.”
What I didn’t tell him was that we weren’t dining alone. He raised an eyebrow, but I was impressed when he didn’t comment. Charlotte, Dana, and Charlie stared at me like deer in headlights when we sat down. “Mr. Grant,” Dana said nervously. “I had no idea that you were joining us.”
“Neither did I,” he muttered. “However, I’ve wanted to find the time to get to know everyone. Today is as good a day as any. So, what’s good here?”
As he glanced around the sparse restaurant, I knew that he was used to more luxurious settings. There were no tablecloths on the scratched and unvarnished tables, and the linoleum floors were scuffed and stained. But the food here was good, and he knew he wouldn’t regret dining with us.
It felt devious, but I had a plan. If he got to know people, maybe he’d be a little nicer to them. It was quiet at first. I didn’t immediately jump in to save him. I liked watching him in the awkward situation and waiting to see what he would do. It was obvious that he wasn’t used to rubbing elbows with people who weren’t also insanely rich, and when he finally sat back and relaxed, I thought I caught a glimpse of the boy I used to worship.
Soft lips. Strong hands. So tempted to let him do whatever he wanted with me. My teenage hormones ran wild, and I ached for him.
“Charlotte,” he said finally. “Danielle tells me that you have two kids. That must be hard to juggle.”
The older woman’s eyes widened in alarm. “Oh, but I promise that I’m very focused on my work.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he said hastily. “I was going to ask to see pictures.”
Charlotte immediately reached into her purse to pull out her phone. We all knew that she had tons of pictures. Those children were her life. Dana and I often worried that she never had any time for herself, and she certainly never made time to date. She was still a beautiful woman with an amazing body. I also told her that she needed to find someone to put that body to work.
“Do you have any kids, Mr. Grant?”
I froze, and my heart lurched in my throat. It hadn’t occurred to me to look into his background. I was so used to seeing photos of him with different women by his side that it didn’t even occur to me to ask whether or not he’d settled down. God, he might have a girlfriend or a wife.
If so, my dare would have been completely inappropriate.
“No,” Mason said evenly as he watched me carefully. “No children. No significant others. I’m all work these days.”
“That’s a shame,” Dana purred, and I felt an instant streak of jealousy. It wasn’t fair for me to be possessive. Simply because I’d shared one kiss with Mason when we were teenagers didn’t mean that I had a claim to him. Dana was every man’s wet dream. Maybe I should have offered her as an incentive.
The rest of lunch went well, and although I was bothered by Dana’s interest in Mason, I knew that we were headed in the right direction. A couple of more sessions like these with Mason and he’d start to relax and maybe even act like he enjoyed his job.
That night, I joined my parents for dinner at their house. As I looked at the window, I saw a startling sight.
Mason, climbing out of his silver sports car and crossing the front yard to his father’s front door. “What’s that all about?” I breathed to myself.
“Oh, is that Mason?” my mother asked. “I’m so glad he showed up. His father has been a nervous wreck for the past couple of weeks. I guess the two of them were going to try to bury the hatchet, so to speak.”
So that was it. Mason was coming back to his roots. The small company buyout was an excuse for him to come back to the city to see his father again. It was also probably the reason that he’d been so grumpy for weeks.
Mason was out of the office for a week. He only communicated through email and avoided all of my phone calls. I was starting to worry that things were going to get worse when I went into work on the morning of my birthday and shrieked when everyone jumped out from behind their desks and shouted “Happy Birthday!”
A large banner unrolled from the top, glitter fell along with the crinkly paper, and Dana appeared with a giant cake.
“You guys!” I cried. “Mr. Grant is going to fire all of us, but this is so sweet.”
“Actually,” Mason said as he appeared next to me. “This was all my idea. You said that we all needed to let loose and have a little fun.”
Silence descended on the group, and I stared at them. He had a devious look in his eye. “You don’t actually think this counts, do you?” I muttered. “I said something nice for everyone. This is just for me.”
He reached out and slowly stroked my cheek. “I know you think that I came back for my father, Danielle, and that’s partly true. I wanted to find my roots again, but I also wanted to see just how Danny Boy grew up. If I recall correctly, you wouldn’t let me get a good look at you.”
“You think I’m going to let you see now?”
His grin just widened. “You’ve all done an excellent job with the transition,” he said loudly. “I’d like to give you today and Monday off. Consider it a long paid weekend.”
A happy cry rose in the small crowd, and I reddened. Fuck. That certainly counted as part of the deal. “You wouldn’t.”
“A deal is a deal,” he said with a crooked smile as he unzipped his pants. “The best blow job of life in return for something nice. And I believe it’s time that you learned your place in this office.”
I narrowed my eyes and put my hands on my hips. The whole team had their eyes trained on me. “What place would that be, sir?”
“A toy for my pleasure. Are you going to welch on the deal, Ms. Taylor? Or are you going to suck my cock?”
There was something exciting about the idea of everyone watching me pleasure the boss, and I would be lying if I said that I didn’t love the idea of controlling Mason Grant.
Slowly, I dropped to my knees. The whispers and the chuckles throughout the room quieted and Mason stepped forward. “That’s a good girl,” he muttered. “Time to show me what you can do.”
From the moment that his cock touched my lips, I knew that we were lost. The fight was over, and the only driving force in the room was pleasure. He moaned as I took him deeper and deeper, and before I knew it, other hands were touching me. Other moans were filling the room.
“Fuck, Danielle, you are so good at that,” he grunted. “Get up. Now.”
Surprised at having to stop, I did as he asked. Standing, I turned and what I had missed. Devon has his face buried in Charlotte’s pussy, and the IT guy was slowly moving his cock in and out of her mouth. Jackie was bent over the table and moaning while David moved in and out of her.
All available eyes were trained on us.
“See what you did?” Mason asked, his breath hot in my ear. “You’ve taken the most goal oriented group of individuals and reduced them to slaves for their desires. Every single one of them wants to touch you, to fuck you. They think about it every time you walk into the room, and now they’re all going to watch as I take you. How does that make you feel?”
“Powerful,” I admitted with a whisper. “And really aroused.”
His hands slid up my skirt and sank into my heat. With a cry, I leaned over and bounced against him as I willed him to go deeper inside me. My boss wrapped my hair around his fists and yanked my head back. “You want more, don’t you?” he hissed. “You’re never satisfied.”
“Fuck me hard and you’ll find out just how satisfied I can be,” I whispered.
He chuckled, and the next thing I knew, his cock was filling me. I cried out and fell forward, g
rasping the back of the chair. At this point, there were no innocent bystanders left in the room. There was nothing but the smell of sex and the sounds of the pleasure. The sight of the raw images of sex and the expert way Mason handled me was enough to send me spiraling out of control. I broke first, the sounds of my orgasm echoing off the walls.
“How does she feel boss?” Charlie asked as he sauntered over. His cock teased my lips, and I immediately opened to accept him. The quiet and somewhat nerdy guy that nervously brought me coffee every morning was transformed as he slid deeper into my mouth.
“Tight and wet,” Mason grunted. “Fuck, she feels good.”
Suddenly, both cocks disappeared, and I was being lifted in the air. Boneless, I melted against Mason as he carried me to the table and gently sat me down. He pressed his lips against mine, the kiss both hungry and strangely tender. My body awakened and craved more. I knew he hadn’t found his satisfaction, so what had he stopped? What did he want?
“Dana,” Mason said softly. “Come here. There’s something that I want from you.”
Jealousy instantly streaked through me. It wasn’t that I wanted Mason all to myself, but I wanted his first orgasm. I needed it.
“No,” I muttered as I struggled to get up, but Mason positioned himself between my legs.
“Don’t deny me,” he said roughly as he surged inside me. “Dana, straddle her.”
She climbed up to the table, and I immediately knew what Mason wanted. I’d never been with another woman, never tasted one before, but as long as he was inside me, stretching me, filling me, driving me higher and higher, I knew that I wouldn’t deny him anything.
“Taste her baby,” he said softly. “She needs you.”
My tongue darted out and flicked her clit. At the sound of her moan, I knew it wouldn’t take long. I matched his rough strokes. He slid in me, and I slid my tongue in her. This woman who glared at me every day, who bitched about the clothes I wore, who berated me for every mistake was gloriously naked above me and whimpering at the tongue lashing that I gave her.
