Virgin's Dirty Boss

by Nicole Elliot

  I chuckled darkly. “You didn’t say please.”

  “Please. Please, Oliver, fuck me harder!”

  I brought her ass high in air, raising her lower body from the table, and fucked her faster. Her pussy was so warm and wet, enabling my cock to slide in smoothly, and it made the sloshing sounds that were driving me mad, pushing me over the edge too soon...

  “I’m cumming!” I cried out, spurting into her loads and loads of my hot cum until it dripped from her sweet pussy...

  “Hey, man. Wake up,” I could hear Grant’s voice coming from the distance, and I winced, snapping out of my fantasy. Shit.

  “Yes?” My voice came out hoarse. I was completely hard now, and I clenched my teeth together. This was not what I needed at the moment.

  She was still standing there and she was staring daggers at me.

  Where were we? Ah, yes.

  “What are you doing here?” I repeated my question.

  She looked at me in disbelief, her eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. “I just answered you that!”

  I shoved my hands into pockets. She did?

  Right. She probably did, but I was all lost in my little fantasy with her. My dick throbbed painfully, reminding me that it needed its release badly.

  “Um, I see there is some tension between you two. I think it’s best for us to leave you now, Oliver,” Grant said and stood up. Bradley and Tom got up too, and several seconds later they were out of the board room, leaving this mysterious woman and me alone.

  “Oliver?” she muttered, shock lacing her words.

  “Yes. I’m Oliver Talon. Now that I’m paying attention, will you finally tell me who the hell are you?”

  5

  Alexandra

  Oh my God. I swallowed the lump in my throat and wondered what I’d done to be this unlucky? I couldn’t believe I was standing in front of Oliver Talon! He was the new owner! How it could be possible that this man was the same man who had treated me like crap the other day?

  He was the new owner and this would mean I would have to work under him in order to be on the project I loved and was obsessed with. I was working so hard to get this, and in the end all my years of studying and effort came to this...

  I was so sure I would never see him again, but then I noticed him sitting with his colleagues, and for a moment I hadn’t been able to breathe. He was so sexy in his black suit, which was almost the same as the one he wore that day. He looked like he owned this place.

  Even though I was so mad at him for insulting me that day—I still clearly remembered those horrible words—I couldn’t deny I felt something for him. All men in this room were looking good, but Oliver was in a way, different—he made me all hot. He made me feel some things I never felt.

  When others left the room, clearly feeling our tension, I felt embarrassed for a moment. I came here to get the job, not make drama. Shit.

  “Who the hell are you?” he’d asked me, and I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t reply rudely.

  I had to hide my anger. I was preparing several days for this, and I couldn’t let myself lose this project just because of some unfortunate circumstance.

  As if my anger wasn’t enough, it was mixed with excitement because he was so damn hot. I was annoyed with myself for noticing how gorgeous he was. Why wasn’t he some ugly, old man? Why did I have to get attracted to the person who was beyond rude and was going to be my boss if I was lucky enough to get the job despite what happened between us?

  I cleared my throat and put a smile on my face. Here we go. “I am Alexandra Harris.”

  “Alexandra?” The way my name sounded on his lips was too good for me. I felt my pussy throbbing in response.

  “Yes. Something wrong with that?”

  He shook his head, smirking. He looked even hotter with that smile. “Nothing at all. It’s just too sexy for me.”

  My jaw literally dropped. “Sexy?”

  “Yeah. Just like you.” His smirk grew even wider, and I swayed a little. Oh my. Why did it have to turn me on so much? Oliver Talon was rude, yet that didn’t stop my pussy from getting embarrassingly wet.

  “Are you flirty with all women or you giving me some special treatment? If you do want to charm me in that way, I am afraid it is not working,” I retorted bitterly, and then I cursed myself.

  No, this was wrong. I wasn’t supposed to challenge him. I was supposed to tame my anger and try to get the job. Provoking him was the last thing I should do.

  “I doubt that, considering that you’re squirming at the moment. You want me, and it’s written all over your face.”

  What? I blushed so hard that I felt the burn on my face and neck.

  The conversation just went into a completely different direction and I had to fix this. I had to stop answering to his provocations and tell him what I was here for.

  “I’m sorry that I didn’t introduce myself fully to you,” I said, ignoring his previous sexual remark. “I’m an interior designer. I’ve been working on redecorating and designing interiors for several years. I came here because I would like you to hire me as the designer for the hotel project—the one where we met.”

  For several moments he didn’t say anything, studying me carefully. I felt myself sweating and I wiped my sweaty palms discreetly on my skirt.

  “Really?” his voice was dripping with sarcasm and I didn’t like it a bit. “And why do you think I would hire you?”

  Okay, now he was really getting on my nerves. I had to do this. I couldn’t let this jerk intimidate me.

  “If you would allow me, I have several designs I wanted to show you.”

  I walked over to the table and put my briefcase on it. I opened it and pulled out my portfolio. I handed it to him. “I brought you my portfolio. Here is also my CV.” I took my CV out of my briefcase and put it next to him on the table. “In my portfolio you can find some of the biggest projects I’ve worked on so far.”

  He didn’t look that interested in my portfolio when he opened it several seconds later. As he flipped the pages, seemingly focusing on each interior, I explained what those projects were about and why I’d chosen those decorations.

  “As you can see, I have a lot experience with hotels, and I can assure you that my design of your place will match your wishes.”

  He didn’t looked convinced, and I felt bile rising in my throat. He was going to make this hard for me.

  “I have a degree in interior design. I was always a straight-A student, because the education was—is—the most important for me. I got interested in architecture and art since my early adolescence, and soon I was drawn into interior design. That building you are looking at now,” I pointed my finger at the picture of an apartment complex I’d worked on in Europe. “That project was in France, and the owner wanted the neo modern interior design. It was my biggest project so far. It took me almost a year to complete it, and I’ve already extended my contract with the owner, who is interested in one more project like this one.”

  He slammed my portfolio shut and put it on the table next to him. He didn’t even bother looking at my CV.

  “Yeah, yeah. Impressive. You are really a nerd.”

  What?

  My anger just reached a whole new level, and for a moment I was seriously thinking on giving up and getting the hell out of here.

  I couldn’t do that, and that annoyed me the most. I had to suck it up.

  “But I know my job well. I have 100% client satisfaction and—”

  “Wow,” his lips twisted into a sly smile. “One hundred percent? Those blowjobs must have been something then, right?” His smile widened, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. The image of Oliver’s cock flashed in front of my eyes, and I almost cursed myself out loud.

  Seriously? He was a douchebag, using those cheap insults, and I was still getting attracted to him? So what if he was handsome? I couldn’t possibly work under such a rude person.

  No. Enough.

&nb
sp; “You know what, forget it.”

  “Forget it?”

  “Yes. Forget it. That hotel means a lot to me, and I would put my heart and soul into the project, because I want it to be restored to its old glory. I really hoped I could be hired as its interior designer, but you are making everything difficult for me. You act like I’m some stupid whore and you completely disrespect me, and no matter how much I want to get this job, I won’t let you treat me like some trash.”

  I curled my hands into fists, returning his stare as I trembled uncontrollably. I could see the surprise and something else that I couldn’t name in his eyes, as if he didn’t expect me to speak for myself like this.

  I almost scoffed. Well, of course he hadn’t expected that of me since he clearly didn’t think highly of me. Up until now, all I’d heard from him were his insults.

  His blank expression twisted into that of an amusement, and I wondered what he found funny now.

  “You know, this really comes as a surprise for me. You can bite, after all!” My frown deepened.

  He suddenly stood up and stopped directly in front of me, only several inches separating us. This time, his face was completely serious, and for the first time I saw the respect in his eyes.

  “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I was acting like a jerk all the time and you didn’t deserve it.” He exhaled in frustration. “You see, I thought you were someone else when I met you at that place. I thought you were one of the bidders—my competition. Now you showed me that not only you aren’t my rival, but you are also smart and talented.”

  My eyebrows flew up. I couldn’t believe he’d changed his attitude all of a sudden.

  “I liked what I saw in your portfolio. I think you are talented and have good skills. Also, I respect you for standing up for yourself just now.”

  I still couldn’t say a word, completely taken aback. After treating me like I was the worst, hearing these highly praising words sounded strange. It sounded like a prank.

  “Are you pranking me?” I had to ask.

  He chuckled, astonished. “Prank?”

  “Yes, because all of a sudden, you don’t sound like yourself.”

  He took a step closer to me, and now I could smell his cologne. I inhaled and his fragrance made me even hotter, as if his nearness wasn’t enough. I had to pull myself together.

  “As I said, I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m attracted to you. A lot.” My heart jumped in my chest, and for a few moments I was unable to breathe. He took another step, and now only several inches separated us. His eyes were almost black, and I was losing myself easily in them.

  “Do you treat all women you get attracted to like this?” I whispered, still feeling the traces of my previous anger, but now I was slowly becoming overwhelmed with the feeling he provoked in me. I wanted him.

  “No. Only the ones that make me hot as hell and crazy for them. But I don’t usually mix business with pleasure.”

  Oh no. His words weren’t supposed to affect me like this—I was supposed to treat him coldly—but I couldn’t.

  “I want you, Alexandra. And I’ve decided to hire you. I need someone like you on my team.”

  “Is that because you want me?”

  He smiled. “No. It’s because you are competent and have experience. On top of that, you are motivated and ambitious.”

  “You didn’t even see my CV.”

  “I don’t need to. I already believe in your quality."

  Oh.

  “Okay,” I replied, still not believing he would hire me after all.

  “But I have only one condition.”

  My heart dropped. Of course. “Yes?”

  “I will hire you if you are willing to submit to all my wishes.”

  My pulse sped up instantly, and I almost swayed under the wave of lust. Shit. I couldn’t believe his words actually affected me like this.

  I moved my eyes over his face, drinking in his every line and spot on his perfect face. I was losing this battle against my desire.

  Ugh, I was so torn and annoyed with myself right now.

  I couldn’t deny it. I wanted him. I wanted him badly.

  On the other hand, I wanted this project too.

  He was so insolent. He was gorgeous.

  I sighed, knowing I had to give this—whatever this was—a shot. He’d already apologized and he was willing to give me this job. I couldn’t miss this opportunity.

  “Okay,” I muttered, my eyes downcast.

  “Okay?”

  I raised my eyes and found his—the excitement and challenge written in them. “Okay. I accept your condition.”

  He grinned widely. He raised his finger and placed it on my jaw, tracing it slowly. His eyes were trained on those places he touched and I was surprised with the raw desire I found in them. I swallowed again, feeling tingles all over my skin.

  He dropped his hand, meeting my eyes again. “Consider yourself hired, Ms. Harris.”

  6

  Oliver

  As soon as I got home after work, I went in to shower. I was feeling unusually tense. I took the soap as I let the hot stream of water cover me. All I could think about was Alexandra.

  Damn it. She really got under my skin. I was surprised when I heard she was an interior designer. I felt so irritated with myself for thinking even for a second that she was my competition.

  I had to admit, I was completely turned on when she talked about her previous work. I could clearly see the passion and determination in her eyes. Alexandra was really driven and focused on her goals, and that made me appreciate her even more. She was beautiful and extremely smart, and I was still in awe.

  Okay, I had to admit, insulting her by mentioning those blowjobs had been really low of me. She didn’t deserve that and I had no idea why I’d let my moodiness get the best of me. I just knew I wanted her badly, and when she defied me, well then I just wanted to own her. It was as simple as that.

  I wanted her under me, on me, everywhere. My cock hardened immediately, going into its full length.

  She was so goddamn sexy. I closed my eyes and took my pulsating cock into my hand. I started jerking off slowly as the water fell onto my shoulders. I imagined her hot mouth on my cock. I wanted her on her knees. I wanted her to put my dick deep into her mouth and suck it hard until I spurt the last drop of my sperm inside.

  “Shit,” I muttered, moving my hand faster. “Alexandra.”

  Even her name was delicious. I liked everything about her. I opened my eyes, supporting myself with my hand against the wall as my rhythm became faster. All I could see was her face, looking at me from below—her beautiful green eyes challenging me... The pleasure became too much, and soon I was orgasming hard.

  “Shit. Ah!” I cried out, ejaculating my load into my hand as every single muscle tensed in my body.

  I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing. My cock was still hard in my hand, and I realized this wasn’t nearly enough.

  I needed the real, full package.

  I wanted to see her tonight, and what I wanted, I got.

  Several minutes later I finished with my shower and stepped out of it, having already decided to call Alexandra to come over to my penthouse apartment.

  I dried myself off, put on some plain shirt and jeans, and dialed her number.

  She answered after the second ring. “Hello?”

  I shoved my hand into my pocket. Just her voice alone was enough to give me a full hard on.

  “Hello, Alexandra. This is Oliver.”

  I could hear her gasping, and I smiled. She was affected by me. Good.

  “Good evening, Oliver.”

  “I hope I’m not interrupting you or something.”

  “No, no. Not at all. I was just cleaning up after dinner.”

  “That’s nice. You know, I’ve been thinking. We really didn’t get off on the right foot. I would like to change that.” I stopped, waiting for her to say something.

  She was silent for several moments, and I tensed. Mayb
e she would refuse? “Go on,” she encouraged me, and I almost exhaled in relief.

  “I want you to come over to my place tonight. Maybe we could chat a little and get to know each other better. What do you think?”

  “Um, I... I don’t know...” She sounded slightly reluctant.

  “Hey, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything. I just want us to have a nice time together.”

  I could hear her breathing faster. This was clearly getting her eager, and I felt my own excitement increasing. I could tell she was interested in something too.

  “Okay. Um, can you give me your address, then?”

  Fuck yeah I could.

  7

  Oliver

  Alexandra arrived a little over an hour later. In the meantime, I prepared some wine and put some relaxing music playing on my stereo system in the living room. I tried to suppress my erection, but I was getting more aroused as the time passed.

  I couldn’t wait to see her.

  I heard the bell ringing and I went to open the front door. I smiled at her when our eyes met, and I was struck again with how gorgeous she was. She was in the same business suit she wore today, and I wondered why she didn’t change into something more comfortable. Then I noticed she was looking too serious and nervous, and I knew I had to do something to get her to relax.

  “Hey,” I greeted her. I decided against any physical contact, because she seemed too uncomfortable for that, even thought I wanted to hug her and kiss the hell out of her.

  “Hello.”

  “Come in.”

  I let her pass, sensing the smell of her perfume when she walked by. It was the smell of roses mixed with something more, and it smelled wonderfully.

  I licked my lips, urging myself to calm down and go slow. I wanted to go fast, my cock painfully reminding me of how much I wanted her, but I had to get my shit together.

  I led her to the living room and motioned for her to sit on the couch. She looked rigid and her face was still completely serious.