by Ford, Mia
“I can see you’re still thinking about Lonex’s offer,” he said, tipping his head to one side. I crossed my arms over my breasts and glared at him.
“Well, it’s my company. I built it up from scratch. I have to put some thought into it,” I told him. My brows were crossed. I was annoyed that he thought he could talk to me about it. I didn’t need his help. I didn’t need anybody’s help.
“Yeah, but it has to happen. You have to sell. And who better to sell than Lonex? Especially if they’re offering you that amount of money,” he said and I noticed the concerned look on his face. I took in a deep breath and nodded my head. There was no point taking my temper out on him. Sasha hadn’t done anything wrong, in fact if anything, he was the model employee. The least I could do was lend him an ear.
“I know what you’re saying, it’s just that…” I said, looking about me. I couldn’t find the right words to use to explain the situation to him.
“Do you have some kind of complicated history with Grant Jennings?” he asked and I couldn’t do anything but stare at him in surprise. How had he figured that out? Did I really make it so obvious?
“Well, kind of,” I said and licked my lips. I suddenly felt vulnerable. If Sasha had been able to figure it out, did Grant also know how I felt about him? Why I was being so resistant to sell to him?
“For your sake, Bev, I suggest that you just work it out with him or work it out by yourself. I don’t think you’ll come by an offer like this again,” Sasha said and placed a friendly hand on my shoulder. My arms remained crossed over my breasts and I looked at him with my eyes widened.
“Thanks for the advice Sasha, I’ll think about it,” I said and he nodded his head. I realized in that moment, that my employees…the three of them, were also confused. Me selling the company could mean anything. If the new buyers didn’t want to keep the original team intact, it could mean that they were going to lose their jobs.
“Sasha!” I called out to him as he began to walk away. “Will you please tell Susan and John that I’m going to figure it out? That I’ll do what is best for you guys,” I said, in a weaker voice. Sasha passed me a half smile and nodded, before leaving my office.
I was alone again, but I remained standing where I was. I knew I needed to figure things out soon. The longer I took, the deeper this web was going to get. I wasn’t magically going to be able to rescue my company out of a financial crisis. Sasha was right, Grant had given me the best offer I could ask for.
And also, he had kissed me. Which in its own way was also a game changer. I had some big decisions to make and to make them quickly. And all these decisions could have disastrous consequences on my life if I didn’t make the right ones. But suddenly, I was up for the challenge.
Chapter 8
Grant
I stood on the balcony of my brand new house, cradling a crystal glass of whiskey in my hand. I was pleased with what I saw. I’d worked hard with the architect to come up with a contemporary and sleek design for this mansion, made entirely out of wood and glass; and I was happy with the result. The driveway was flanked by manicured lawns and brick paths, while on the back of the house, an infinity pool was newly constructed. The house was spread over two stories and decorated inside in accents of white and wood.
When I looked up at the sky, I noticed that it was an exceptionally starry night. I breathed in the cool fresh air and allowed it to energize me. I was still thinking about Beverley.
It was the end of a busy work week. Every other day, including weekends; I stayed in the office till at least ten in the night. Except on Fridays. On Fridays, I allowed myself the pleasure of coming home by eight and enjoying the house I had spent so much time and money in building it.
It was a big house no doubt, and I was its sole occupant. I had a staff of four full-timers who looked after the maintenance of the grounds and the workings of the house, but I rarely ever saw them. Because I was away all the time, and because they never made an appearance in the evenings; I was all the more aware of being completely alone in the house. It was peaceful on most nights, but tonight I was feeling restless.
I knew it was because of Beverley, not only because we had kissed; but because I’d seen her after so long. I’d forgotten that feeling of excitement, that adrenaline rush I got every time I was around her. She kept me on my toes, she motivated me in college to work hard and prove myself. Even though, like she said, we didn’t know each other…she was the one I secretly wanted to impress.
The initial feelings of guilt of buying her company, were now replaced with the excitement of seeing her again. I knew I should have been slightly more concerned by her reaction to the offer and the kiss, but if she had reacted in any other way, it would have only surprised me. I appreciated that she never took anything at face value. That Beverley didn’t make any decisions without closely calculating the risks and putting thought into it. It’s what set her apart. It was what made her brilliant.
I walked away from the balcony and went back inside. Taking the spiral stairs down, I went into my den where I sat down with my whiskey. On other Friday nights, I would have enjoyed a movie by myself, or read a book, but tonight I couldn’t concentrate on anything apart from having Beverley’s body pressed up against mine.
I had traded in a busy social life a couple of years ago and replaced it with work. Nobody in college partied as hard as I did, in fact, I carried on that habit even when I moved here. But as my business took off, my success made me more ambitious and greedy and I couldn’t think of anything other than work. And now, just the thought of meeting a large group of people at a club and getting shit-faced and sleeping with a girl I didn’t know…just made me feel sick.
I was sitting on the couch with my legs spread apart, still thinking about Beverley. I could feel her soft skin on my fingertips. She had all but melted in my arms. She was small and delicate in my arms, even though she was fiery and strong to talk to. A complete contrast and another thing about her that made me shift in my seat.
I placed the glass on the coffee table in front of me, and my hand subconsciously went to my crotch. I’d masturbated to fantasies about her before, but the prospect of this one made me instantly hard. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes as I focused on the image of her face. Her beautiful heart shaped face with her pouty pink lips. The green eyes that shot daggers at me. Her blonde straight hair and how silky they had felt to the touch.
I could picture her clearly, and I stroked my erect cock through the fabric of my pants. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself and unzip my pants, not yet. I imagined what it would be like to undress her, if she’d have goosebumps on her skin, if she’d pull me to her and ravage me with her mouth.
The doorbell rang loud and clear through the house and I jumped off the couch. The clock on the wall told me it was nearly nine and I definitely wasn’t expecting anyone. I cleared my throat, conscious of the explicit thoughts I’d just been having of Beverley. Grabbing the glass of whiskey back up from the table, I made my way towards the front door.
In the foyer, I could finally see outside. All the walls were of glass and a bright front door light was shining down on Beverley standing there. I quickened my pace, confused and in shock. The last place I had expected to see her next, was at my own front door. She was staring inside the house, and I watched as she tucked in strands of silken hair behind her ears.
“Beverley!” I exclaimed as I opened the door wide.
She was standing with her hands clasped together, and to my surprise she smiled at me.
“It was incredibly easy for me to find your home address online,” she said, and without another word from me, she pushed past and walked into my house.
“Are you surprised to see me, Grant?” she said and I raised my eyebrows in agreement.
Chapter 9
Beverley
I’d expected his house to be impressive, but what I saw really took me by surprise. Everywhere I looked, a minimal decor and good taste greeted me, in
cluding the low hanging abstract chandelier from the ceiling. Grant was standing in front of me, speechless still, holding a glass of drink in his hand.
He was in a pair of tan pants and a casual old t-shirt, his blue eyes were bright and his lips looked thin and firm set.
“Yes, I’m a little surprised,” he said in a low voice.
“Am I intruding in your personal space?” I asked him and took a few steps towards him. Grant clenched his jaw and a flicker of a smile washed over his face.
“Of course not,” he said curtly and I smiled wide at him, arching an eyebrow up at him.
“It doesn’t feel too good to be intruded upon, does it?” I said to him coyly and he kept his eyes on me, watching me as I walked closer to him. I was aware of the open see-through nature of his house, but there was nobody around and only darkness around. Whatever feelings of self-consciousness I would have felt any other time, were gone now. Seeing Grant again had set my blood pumping and now there was no backing down.
“Is that what this is about?” he asked, still in a low voice. “You’re trying to teach me a lesson for kissing you?” he continued, and he placed the glass in his hand on a floating shelf on the glass wall beside him.
I shrugged my shoulders as I inched closer to him. His gaze dropped for a few moments to my breasts and flickered and then he looked up at me again. Before I showed up here, I’d changed into what I thought was the sexiest dress I owned. A short blue cocktail dress which had a plunging neckline that revealed my cleavage. It clung to me as I moved towards him, my high black stilettos clicking softly against his wooden flooring.
“I don’t know if I want to teach you a lesson. More like I want you to see how strange it feels when you’re surprised with something,” I said to him finally. Only a few inches remained between us, and Grant was looking down at me keenly. He raised his eyebrows and smiled fully now.
“Surprised? You mean, when I offered you a job in my company?” he asked. I had to crane my neck to look up at him now. In college, I couldn’t imagine being this close to him but our kiss in the afternoon had filled me with renewed strength.
“You flung it on me,” I said.
“I didn’t expect you to make a decision right then. I wanted you to take your time and think about it,” he replied and I took in a sharp breath. We were veering from the topic. I wanted to keep talking about the kiss. If this was the only chance I’d have to get close to Grant again, I was going to take it. He was going to buy my company, what else could I have to lose? My mind! But I wasn’t thinking about it then. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss all day, and I wanted more.
“You were right Grant,” I said in a soft voice and licked my lips. His eyes fell to my lips and then swung down to my breasts. “It was nice to see you again,” I added.
He lunged at me. Closing the space between us with one quick step. His arms snapped around me and he pulled me to his body. Our lips were locked together and he groaned. This time, our kiss wasn’t as gentle and surprising. He thrust his tongue between my lips and I welcomed him in. I wasn’t going to waste any time, I jutted my hips out to meet his body and he leaned me backwards.
I could taste him in my mouth. My hands found his shoulders and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was leaning me backwards, lower and lower as we kissed. Desperately, like we’d been hungry for days.
My hands fumbled with his t-shirt and I slid it up his torso. He pulled his face away from me and I rolled his t-shirt up, over his head and flung it to the floor.
Grant’s fingers found the inside of my thigh and he gently started sliding my dress up. I moaned lightly and he looked up at me and smiled. Then his eyes fell to my breasts and he let go of my thighs. Still holding my waist with one arm, his other hand went up my body. He squeezed my breasts once and then found the zip on the side of my dress.
It was happening. It was actually happening! I bit down on my lip as he pulled the zip down. I was in Grant Jennings’ arms. My dress slid off and he helped push it off my shoulders and it fell down my legs to the floor. I was now only in my blue lace bra and panties.
Grant finally let me go. I stumbled backwards and gawked at him. His torso was bare, chiseled like he was a piece of crafted woodwork. His skin was the color of sand, and his stomach was flat with a thin trail of dark hair disappearing down the front of his pants.
I could feel myself growing wet. When Grant was done looking at me, he undid his pants. I licked my lips, with my heart beating out of my chest. His pants slid down and I saw the definition of his athletic thighs. He was strong and rugged and not ashamed of his body. While I could feel goosebumps on my skin, my body was on fire. I was unashamedly staring at him.
Next, with his eyes on me, Grant hooked his thumbs on the elastic of his boxers and started sliding it down. I gasped dramatically as his cock came into view. He had a raging hard on. A proud throbbing cock hung between his legs and he grabbed it in his hand.
“Is this why you’re here?” he asked me and I looked up at his face. Grant’s features were darkened, his blue eyes had narrowed and a glazed look had come over his face. He was staring at me like he wanted to devour me.
“Maybe,” I said weakly and I watched as he began stroking himself. The wetness between my legs grew sticky and hot. I could feel the knots in my stomach tightening. That was exactly why I was there!
“On the floor, now,” he said in a commanding voice and I had no idea why I did what I was told. Never before would I have just done what I was told, especially by him. But I was mesmerized by his body, by what he could do to me. By what he was already doing to me by just standing there naked in front of me. I wanted him inside me. Right away.
I got down on my knees on the rug on the wooden floor. We were still in the foyer, with glass walls around us. Any moment someone could just drive up and knock on his front door. It was thrilling to know that.
Grant took a few steps towards me and now he was standing over me. His throbbing hard cock hung over me and I looked up at it. I wanted to plead with him to do something, to quench this feeling inside me.
“On your back and spread your legs, Beverley,” he said, in the same authoritative voice. I gulped and did what I was told again. I got on my back and gingerly I spread my legs. Grant hadn’t touched me in some time, and I was yearning for his touch.
So, when he kneeled down in front of me and grabbed my ankles, I gasped again. He smiled, keeping his eyes on my face.
“I’m going to get rid of this now,” he said and slowly, he started rolling down my panties. I had to bring my legs closer together again so he could take it off, and he flung it away from him.
I was shy again. He was looking directly at me, at my swollen wet center that was throbbing in anticipation for his cock. Grant clenched his jaw, like he was planning what to do and then he looked at me again.
“Do you want me to stop now?” he asked, with his brows crossed. I shook my head quickly. There was no way I wanted him to stop. Grant stretched my legs apart again, by just holding my ankles and he wedged himself closer to me, closer to my center.
I arched my back up towards him, trying to reach him that way and he smiled again. He lowered himself, his hands trailing up now. When he gripped my waist, I arched my back again and then I felt his mouth on me. Just a flick of his tongue and I moaned.
“Relax, Beverley,” I heard his muffled voice and I took in a deep breath. He held me tightly as I felt his tongue slide into me. Grant’s tongue was inside me. He was finally inside me! I was ready to explode right away. I wouldn’t be able to bear it for much longer. Keeping me in place, he started thrusting his tongue in and out of me. I moved my hips to the rhythm and couldn’t control my moans any more.
In a few moments, while he kept his mouth pressed to my wet center, his hands found my breasts. Through my bra, he flicked my nipples as he continued to suck and thrust into me. I knew I was close to the edge. I was going to fall over very soon, the quickest I’d ever come.
All because I’d waited for this for so long.
Then he moved his hand, lower again to find my swollen clit. With his thumb he started stroking it, keeping his tongue sliding in and out of me with an increased speed. The slippery sound of his tongue inside me, the stroking of my clit, his other hand playing with my stiff nipple…it was all too much. He had pushed me over the edge and my body gave up.
My orgasm came as a shock and my body shuddered. Grant didn’t stop. He kept pumping into me with his tongue as I felt myself explode. I had no control over my voice either, and I shouted out his name repeatedly, begging him to not stop. I felt my toes curl and I grabbed fistfuls of his hair in my hand. His beard scratched the tender skin around my clit, he kept going till my body finally stopped jerking.
I was still in a daze. My soul was still recovering as it started slowly sliding down back to reality. I sensed him moving, sliding his tongue out of me, shifting to a sitting position. When reality hit me, it hit me hard and I jerked myself up and my hands flew to where his mouth had been.
A smile formed on Grant’s face as he looked at me, he was breathing heavily as well.
“You know how long I’ve waited to do that to you?” he said and I realized that I had my nostrils flared. I was ashamed that he had made me so vulnerable, that he had pushed me to drop all my defenses.
“You can have my company, Grant,” I said and stood up from the floor. I scrambled towards my clothes while he remained sitting on the floor.
“That’s it? That’s all you got?” I heard him say, as I started picking my clothes up.
“I came here to tell you that I’ll sell my company to you, but I’m not going to work with you,” I said, without turning to look at him.
Chapter 10
Grant
“We don’t have to talk about work right now, Beverley,” I said, looking at her while she slid up her panties. She was avoiding my eyes again and all I wanted to do was look at her. My cock was still hard for her, I hadn’t orgasmed yet and I wanted her body again.
