by Nikki Chase
This photo was taken at the airport, when we were about to board our flight. Heath’s arm wraps possessively around my waist, his strong hand looking large on my narrow waist. Beside Heath’s imposing frame, I look small and delicate.
I skim through the article. It contains quotes from “a close friend of the couple” and “an onlooker.” Just an all-round excellent piece of journalism.
My heart races as I keep reading, expecting to read my name whenever I move down to the next line of words. The article also mentions a “reported sighting” at a local hotel, although there are no pictures of that—thank God. And there’s no mention of my name at all.
I’m about to breathe a sigh of relief when I reach the last paragraph, where I read a sentence that jumps out of the page and stabs me in the heart.
“She’s just someone who works for me.” That’s what Heath said about me.
Yep. It says “Heath” right there. Not a “trusted source.”
He said that. I’m just someone who works for him.
I mean, he’s not wrong. Heath has every right to say that. I do work for him.
What confuses me is… Why would it hurt to know that’s what he thinks about me?
This was just supposed to be about an exchange. Baby for money. Okay, so the “baby” part hasn’t happened yet, but we’re getting to it.
My point is, this should not hurt my feelings. Because Heath and I were never about feelings—just sex. Oh, and the baby, too.
But maybe it’s not such a strange reaction… I mean, if Jane were to suddenly say that I’m just someone she lives with, I’d be hurt too. But that doesn’t mean I’m in love with her, right? It’s just that we’re a little more than that, and it hurts when that’s not acknowledged.
It’s not like Heath can acknowledge the actual nature of our relationship in public, though. Neither one of us needs that kind of attention. It would only hurt both our reputations.
I can’t stop thinking about that sentence from Heath’s own mouth. “She’s just someone who works for me.” It keeps repeating again and again in my head. My mind even re-imagines it in Heath’s voice, so vividly it feels like I was there when he said it.
When Jane saw the magazine, she asked me questions and I gave her half-hearted answers. I tell her I don’t know anything, mostly, which is true. But I also don’t feel like talking about this with anyone.
I was going to keep this strictly business, and it seems like I’ve failed. But I can get this situation under control before anyone realizes it.
The next morning, I show up bright and early at my old desk, right in front of Heath’s office.
Another personal assistant is managing Heath’s appointments and all the other admin stuff now, but since Heath has told her that I’m only temporarily off duty to help him with a certain project, she remains at her old desk. My desk is empty.
As soon as Heath shows up, I follow him inside.
I won’t make the mistake of entering his office without him again. The first and only time I did it, he ended up reading my dirty fantasies.
“You got here early, kitten,” Heath says as he walks into his office. “You miss me?”
I rip my gaze away from his cute butt and take my seat. This is no time to be thinking dirty thoughts. I need to have a serious talk with him.
But as Heath’s fingers unbuttons his suit before he sits down, I can’t help but imagine him removing more buttons until he’s naked before me, or him undoing my buttons and getting on top of me.
“Yesterday was hot as fuck,” Heath says as he leans forward in his chair and rests his hands on the desk between us.
Desire flashes in his eyes as his gaze caresses my hips and my tits. His jaw tightens as his stare gets more obscene. He smirks.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, sitting on the subway and coming for me, with people all around you,” he says. “I wanted to pick you up after work, but it was after five and that would’ve been against the agreement.”
The agreement. Right. That’s what I came here to talk about.
“Were you wet when you got home, kitten? Did you play with yourself?” Heath asks. “I was rock hard last night, and I thought of you when I—”
“I got home yesterday…” I cut him off before I get carried away by the filthy things he’s saying. I realize my voice sounds squeaky and I clear my throat. “I got home yesterday and I saw my pictures in a tabloid. Then I went online and saw more pictures of me—and you, together—on the celebrity gossip blogs.”
Heath doesn’t seem surprised. “I thought those were going to hit the newsstands soon.”
“So you admit you knew about this?” I ask. Of course I already know that he spoke with at least one reporter, but everybody says not to trust the tabloids.
“I’ve been approached by some reporters,” he says calmly.
“And you didn’t think to let me know?”
Heath shrugs. “I have reporters asking me questions all the time. I had no idea you were expecting me to report every single encounter. Besides, I don’t think they know who you are.”
“But they have my pictures,” I say incredulously.
“Taken with a long lens from afar. That really can’t be helped, unless you want to live in hiding.” Heath pauses as he considers his own words. “Sometimes I forget that not everyone’s personal life is regularly offered up for public consumption. I’m sorry.”
I was ready with a counter-argument for his excuses. I was going to tell him that the agreement made it perfectly clear that my anonymity was to be protected.
But despite his ruthless reputation in destroying businesses he doesn’t like, Heath respects contracts once he’s signed them. From my short stint as his personal assistant, I know he goes to great lengths to meet his obligations.
“I should try harder to protect your privacy,” Heath continues. “We can just stay here in the office if you want. That means nobody will see us together outside.”
“That sounds good.” I was about to suggest the same thing as a solution myself, but it looks like I won’t have to.
“Or you can always move in with me sooner.” Heath traps my gaze as a lopsided smile curves on his lips. “How about tonight?”
Heath
“Umm… That’s probably not a good idea,” Kat says as she sits there, all pretty and tempting.
“Okay. It was just a suggestion.” I shrug.
I don’t know why I asked her to move in sooner. It’s a bad idea.
But maybe it has something to do with the fact that I stayed up just to jerk off to thoughts of Kat coming for me in the subway. How fucked up is that? I didn’t even look at one porn video.
“So we’re going to just stay in the office from now on?” she asks again.
“Sure. If that’s what it takes to give you peace of mind,” I say, projecting an air of calm and agreeableness.
Inwardly, I’m surprised that she doesn’t use this as a weapon to get more money out of me.
I guess I’ve been jaded by my dealings with Melanie.
Even though she’s gotten more money from the divorce than she could ever need, she still calls me from time to time, asking for more.
She makes all kinds of meaningless threats. Once, she said she was going to make a statement to the media about how I’d told her my business had been floundering, but of course that piece of “news” only got as far as the gossip tabloids. The serious publications probably asked her for proof and she couldn’t come up with shit, so that was the end of that.
I never pay attention to her anymore.
I’ve blocked her number and directed her to the legal department. Jeff can deal with her.. It pisses her off to no end that she can’t ruffle my feathers anymore—which, of course, means that it was the right move.
Another thing I did, which I’m proud of, was taking out the gold bars and the jewelry from the safety deposit box at the bank.
According to the branch manager, Melanie and her
lawyer got there about half an hour before the bank even opened—I didn’t believe this until I saw the security footage myself because she was always late. To her, punctuality only mattered when money was involved, apparently.
She demanded the bank manager to open the door early for her, stomped inside as soon as he’d obliged, and then found only a note from me in the box.
It simply said, “He who is greedy is always in want—Horace.” Short, succinct, and eloquent, I thought.
Melanie didn’t appreciate it, but the bank manager got a chuckle from the piece of paper she crumpled up and threw on the floor of the vault.
I’m glad I’m done with her.
I don’t regret losing the money. I’ve learned an important lesson from my business. Sometimes you have to lose some today to avoid losing even more in the future.
What really riles me up, though, is the feeling that she’s made a fool out of me, that I was dumb enough to fall for her deception and lies.
Now, I have to avoid putting myself in that position again. Because if I keep doing the same things again and again, I’d just keep getting caught in the same mistake.
And that, as Grandpa Joe would say, is not how an Anders man handles things. An Anders man learns quickly and does what needs to be done.
If I get soft, I’d end up marrying ten wrong women and getting scammed by all ten. And then I’d retire in poverty, like Grandpa Joe.
What was I trying to pull, asking Kat to move in when it’s not yet necessary? I’m already straying from the script by… well, doing things that won’t result in a baby.
The problem is, the contract says that we won’t have sex once Kat gets pregnant, which seemed reasonable at the time. But once I get her naked, once I’m staring at her supple, delicious curves, I can’t help but want to worship her body. I want to draw it out, to take it slow, to burn every little taste to my memory.
Yes, I’ll admit it. I’m deliberately prolonging this because I want to have her body to myself for a while longer. I’ll hate myself if I fuck her once and she gets pregnant right away, preventing any encores.
But it’s time to man up. Grandpa Joe would’ve been proud of me for doing what I have to do.
But first… a little fun.
“Come here, kitten,” I say slowly.
She gets up and walks around the desk, her hips swaying with every delicious step. She doesn’t utter a word, but her lips are parted with desire, and her green eyes are darkened with want.
“Tell me what you want.” I lean back on my chair and stare at her. I make sure she knows I’m watching her every move.
“I want you to kiss me,” she says with a nervous smile.
I pat my hand on the surface of my desk and say, “Sit here.”
“Huh?” Kat eyes the pieces of paper strewn on the desk.
“You heard me. Get your sexy ass on the desk.”
Kat gently moves the pieces of paper aside before she daintily sits on the space she’s cleared.
“Lie down,” I say.
Apprehension and lust flash in her beautiful eyes. She opens her lips to protest, but she knows she’s going to enjoy whatever I’m about to do to her.
The corners of my lips tug up into a smile. “You didn’t say where you want me to kiss you.” I put my hands on her knees and slide them up her thighs, pushing up the hem of her skirt as I do.
“On the lips?” she asks. It’s funny how clearly her expression tells me that she doesn’t know what she wants anymore.
“No, kitten. Lie down and you’ll find out.” I push her down with my palm on her abdomen.
She relents when I put my lips on her inner thigh, letting my breath fall on her skin. With a sigh, she gives in and lies her back flat on the desk.
She’s not wearing panties today. Just as I told her. Fuck. This has just gotten a thousand degrees hotter.
I suck her petals into my mouth, I tease her opening, I lick up her wetness, and finally, I rub her clit with my tongue until she loses control of her own body. She’s so responsive, and I love watching her gasp for air and grow red in the face as she comes.
It makes me want to plunder her. Take her back to my cave. There’s this primal, ancient instinct within me, roaring to the surface like it never has before.
I’ve been holding myself back, but I can’t do it anymore. I get up from my chair and position myself between her legs. I split her thighs wide open and start to fumble with my belt.
But before I can release the one-eyed snake in my pants, Kat props herself up on her elbow and puts her hand over mine. “It’s your turn to just sit back now,” she says with a naughty smile on her face.
Lying down on her back has messed up her tight bun, but I think she looks better this way, with looser hair and wet, blood-red lips. Sexy.
I can’t say “no” to that offer. I just can’t.
Sure, there’s a voice inside me that says, “Hey, man! What about the making-a-baby thing? Have you forgotten what we’re trying to do here?”
But that part of me is not in charge right now. No, the only thing in charge is the hard cock that’s straining the fabric of my pants right now.
Kat gets up onto her ass and hops down onto the floor. Her heels hit the tiles with sharp, staccato thuds.
With her palm, she pushes gently against my chest until I lean all the way back against my chair.
She stands between my legs and leans down, giving me an eyeful of her smooth, creamy tits as her blouse hangs down. She catches me looking and gives me a wicked grin. “My eyes are up here.”
“Yeah, but your tits are down there.” I return her grin.
Kat laughs softly and puts her lips over mine, her kiss soft and gentle. But before I let myself get lost in it, she lowers herself down to her knees and stares into my eyes as her graceful fingers unbuckle my belt and undoes my fly.
Her eyes widen when she pulls out my hard, throbbing cock. She looks up at me in surprise, and I give her a knowing look. I’ve had that reaction before. Many times before.
Without breaking eye contact, she grabs my cock. Her tongue darts up my shaft and she wraps her full lips around the head.
Damn. This is so not the kind of sex I thought I’d be having with my dry, prim-and-proper personal assistant.
If anyone had asked me what sex with her would be like, before I discovered her writing, I would’ve thought she was the kind of woman who’d meticulously track her cycles and only want to have sex when her mucus or whatever was in optimum condition.
But as she wraps her fingers around my cock and starts to bob up and down, I realize I’d judged her wrong. She has an incredibly sensual side that she doesn’t normally show. It feels like such a privilege to be able to see it.
And fuck, this is every man’s dream, to have a gorgeous girl service him at work. In a porn, Kat would be blowing me while a business client chats with me about the weather, or about the financial statement, and maybe he’d even join in. But this is real life—my real life, and I don’t share what’s mine. Including Kat.
I plan to fuck her against the desk. But every time it gets to be too much and I try to pull her off my cock, she just sucks me harder and takes me deeper. It doesn’t take long for this treatment to take me dangerously close to the edge.
I can feel cum boiling in my balls. I grab Kat’s hair—a messy, nest-like structure by now—and make a last, half-hearted attempt at stopping her. But as she did before, she just tightens her grip around the base of my shaft and swirls her tongue around the head of my cock, and I let go. I explode, shooting hot cum into her mouth and down her throat.
I know there’s no egg to fertilize there. I fucking know we’re not getting any closer to having a baby.
It’s okay. I’ll let her win this round. That blowjob was worth the delay. I can wait another day for us to have sex.
But as the days go by, it becomes apparent that neither one of us wants to cross that line.
We have such explosive chemistry that it
’s not hard to imagine Kat feels the same way I do. Obviously, we just fit. And when every single encounter feels like the pinnacle of human experience, it’s hard to do something to potentially put an end to that.
But time is ticking, and I don’t have much time. I need to end this dumb stand-off.
She said moving in was probably not a good idea, right? Which means that she just wanted me to convince her.
I knew it then, but I didn’t know what I wanted. Now I do. I want her not just in my house, but in my bed. I want her body available to me in the morning when I wake up, and at night before I go to sleep.
She just needs a little persuasion. And I’m a master of persuasion. You don’t have a chance, kitten.
Kat
“Every contract can be renegotiated,” Heath says, across the desk from me.
“Yes.” I nod, although I have no idea what he’s talking about. But I know he’s getting somewhere, and it’s probably best to just play along.
“We obviously have a situation here,” he says. “You know what I’m talking about.”
“Not a clue.”
Heath raises an eyebrow. “Okay…” He pauses. “There’s nothing about the contract that you want to discuss?”
“No.”
“There’s one clause in the contract that basically says that sex stops after you get pregnant.” Heath watches my expression as I start to understand what he’s saying. He smirks. “I have a problem with that clause. What about you?”
“Well… I remember that clause, but I didn’t think it was going to matter,” I say.
Heath seems taken aback. “Why was that?”
Despite the fact that Heath obviously also wants to keep having sex with me after I get pregnant, I feel vulnerable having to admit this to him.
“I just thought we’d keep doing it for as long as it feels good,” I say softly. I pause for a moment and add, “I hear pregnancy makes you really horny.”
Heath bursts out laughing. His blue eyes sparkle as lines appear on his skin.
God, he looks so gorgeous when he’s like this. I’m seeing a side of him that I didn’t see before we entered this agreement, and it makes him appear a hundred times more attractive to me. And he was already irresistible before.
