by E. J. Adams
Modern art paintings decorated the wall. The only exceptions were a large framed aerial photo of Yankee Stadium and a signed pinstripe New York Yankees jersey. Okay, I guess he does like the Yankees. I definitely need to steer away from that when I mention him to my dad.
Brandon closed his office door and shut the blinds in the window panel next to the door. He flipped the deadbolt and dimmed the office lights.
“I'd like to give you a proper welcome to the Big Apple,” he said as he crossed the office to where I was standing near the couch.
As soon as Brandon said “big” my mind immediately flashed to what he had inside his pants. I was no longer nervous about sex with Brandon. I was feeling more adventurous and wanting to explore that further with him.
“I assume this is the couch you said you wanted to introduce me to,” I said as I removed my shirt and bra. My nipples were already reacting to the thought of Brandon's touch.
Brandon's eyes widened with delight and lust.
“Just tell me,” I said as I slid out of my jeans, “have you introduced other women to this couch?”
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
“Yes, I do. It doesn't bother me if you have. In fact, in a way, I'm little turned on to think you've done it here before.”
“Really?”
“I don't assume I will be the first woman that's been in your bed. Why should I assume you haven't fucked other women here as well.” My voice was surprisingly seductive. I felt a little naughty and I liked it.
“Ashley, are you sure that...”
“Shh,” I said as I touched my finger to his lips. I kissed him and bit his lower lip as I pulled away.
“Now, tell me,” I said as I slid out of my panties. “Or you can look, but you can't touch.”
I saw Brandon's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard.
“Yes.”
“How many?”
I didn't know what had gotten into me. I felt like a dominatrix in an Anne Rice novel. This role turned me on.
“Two.”
“So I'll be number three,” I said as I approached him again. “And the best.”
I had a new found confidence in the sexual experiences that Brandon and I shared.
“Strip for me,” I instructed Brandon as I went and sat bare-assed on the couch. The leather was soft and cool.
Brandon turned and faced toward the couch. He pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped it onto the coffee table. The city lights shone through the window and glistened off of his bronze, muscled skin. Brandon unzipped his jeans and pulled them down.
He was wearing black boxer briefs. He looped his fingers into his waistband.
“Stop,” I said as I stood up.
I took hold of his underwear and pulled them down. He was firming. I tingled inside. Brandon reached for his wallet and pulled out a condom. Like the other times we had sex, I took it out of the package and rolled it on. I found it an erotic start to the serious foreplay.
I placed my hands on Brandon's chest. I eased him back towards the couch and instructed him to lie down. He did as I said. I think he was beginning to be turned on by my taking on a bit of dominant role.
His cock beckoned to me as it extended up. I climbed on top of Brandon and bent forward. I began kissing his chest. I remembered our morning in the shower and teased his nipples with my tongue.
I was high on the horny scale and ready to take Brandon deep inside of me. I wasn't going to prolong this. Not tonight. We both needed it too much. We were aching to feel the pleasure that sex brought us as we writhed in rhythm.
“I am going to ride your massive cock.” I had never talked dirty with a lover before. I was embracing the more adventurous and naughty Ashley.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Brandon replied with a lusty edge to his voice.
I straddled Brandon and took hold of his shaft. I spread my legs and rubbed my clit with the head. We both moaned with pleasure. Our desire grew as I took a firmer grip and increased the intensity of rubbing the tip of his manhood on the swelling of my arousal.
“Ashley, Ashley, I . . . I . . . can't . . .” Brandon was losing his mind with both pleasure and the anticipation of plunging deep into me.
I rocked back as I spread my legs wider. I guided him in. As the head of his cock disappeared into my folds I let go and pushed down. I enveloped him and felt the sweet strain against my inner walls as he filled me.
I rocked my hips and the delight increased with each gyration. Brandon was caressing my breasts. He pulled his torso upward and I leaned in toward him as he wrapped his arms around my back. He drew his face to my chest. He kissed my nipples.
Brandon then increased his focus. He alternated between encircling my right nipple with his tongue and lips as he massaged my left nipple with his fingers. After a few minutes he switched. He knew just how to arouse me.
I was burning inside and out. Our bodies were glistening with the sweat of raw sexual ecstasy. My pleasure grew until climax and, as before, my release was from complete fulfillment.
Brandon fell back and I collapsed on top of him. I rested against his chest. I was breathless.
“I like this couch,” I said as I kissed Brandon on the chest.
“I can honestly say that was the best time I have ever had on it,” Brandon said as he ran his fingers through my hair. “I didn't know you could be so assertive.”
“Neither did I. It just came on all of a sudden.”
Brandon's iPhone buzzed.
“Damn,” he said as he reached for his pants and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. “The helicopter crew is wondering where I am.”
He tapped out a quick text message and then put his phone on the table.
“I told them I'd be ready in ten minutes. I'm going to take a quick shower. I'd suggest you join me, but it's probably better if we shower separately,” he said as he lightly smacked my bottom.
“Good idea,” I said, moving so Brandon could get up. “You have a shower in your office?”
“In my private bathroom. Another perk of being the CEO.”
Brandon showered and came out of the bathroom wearing a fresh polo shirt and casual slacks. He grabbed his wallet and phone. He checked the time.
“The car service will be here for you in twenty minutes,” Brandon said as he put on his shoes. “They'll pick you up in front of the building.”
“Perfect. I'll have time to freshen up.”
“Ashley, you're amazing. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon,” Brandon said as he gave me a quick kiss and headed for the door.
“Oh, by the way,” he said as he unlatched the lock and opened the door. “How about dinner tomorrow evening at Tavern on the Green, followed by a carriage ride through Central Park? A New York experience I want you to have as soon as possible.”
“I can't wait. Have a good trip.”
“See ya, sexy.”
As the door closed behind Brandon, I turned and headed for his private bathroom. I realized I had never covered up. I was growing more comfortable in my own skin.
Each night with Brandon was more exhilarating than the one before. I was glad to be starting work in the morning. I needed a distraction from thinking about tomorrow night.
Chapter 12
It was a beautiful spring morning in New York. I thought about how pleasant it should be for the carriage ride through Central Park later that evening. I was enjoying sitting in the back of the towne car as the driver maneuvered through the heavy city traffic. My cell phone buzzed. It was Brandon.
“Hi, how is Toronto?” I said as I answered his call.
“Fine. One meeting down and another to go. I just wanted to call and wish you luck for your first morning at the office.”
“Thank you. That is sweet of you. I'm in the car now and should be there in a few minutes.”
“Excellent. Teresa, my executive assistant, will be waiting for you in the lobby. She'll help you get settled in. Don't hesitate to ask her for anything
you may need.”
“Do most new employees get this kind of treatment?”
There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone.
“No. But you're not most new employees. You are part of the executive team and . . . ”
“Okay, okay. I'll let it go. Besides, I have to admit that the treatment is nice.”
“I've got to run. Have a great morning and I'll see you this afternoon.”
“See you this afternoon. Bye.”
As I put my phone back in my purse I was thinking about how amazing this all was. I hoped that it wasn't to good to be true. I didn't have much time to think any more about it as the car pulled up in front of the Davenport building. The driver got out and opened my door.
“Have a wonderful day, Ms. Sullivan,” he said.
“Thank you. I hope you have a wonderful day as well.”
“I'll have your luggage sent up to your office.”
“Thank you.”
I crossed the sidewalk and entered the building through the revolving door. The lobby glistened with marble. Employees scurried toward the bank of elevators.
“Ms. Sullivan,” I heard a woman's voice call to me.
As I turned I saw an attractive young woman approach me. She was a few inches taller than I was and I guessed only a few years older. She could give Chelsea a run for her money in the beauty department. I wasn't happy with the realization that she was probably Brandon's executive assistant.
“Ms. Sullivan, I'm Teresa Barnes,” she said as she extended her hand.
Dammit. I immediately wondered if Brandon had ever had sex with her. Unlike last night, where the number of anonymous women was a turn on, I felt a pang of jealousy. Then I put it out of my head. At this point, did it matter?
“Hello. Nice to meet you,” I said as I shook her hand.
“I'll be assisting you this morning. Help you find your way around, get your paperwork processed, and do my best to answer any questions you may have.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
“First, let's stop by the security office and get you your company ID and office key card. They're expecting us, so it shouldn't take too long.”
Security processed my ID and key card in under fifteen minutes. Teresa led me up to the executive floor. As we stepped off the elevator I could see through the double glass doors into the CEO suite.
“That is Mr. Mitchell's office,” Teresa said as she pointed out the suite in front of us.
I giggled to myself as I glanced at Brandon's office door. If Teresa only knew.
“Your office is just down the hall to the left,” said Teresa as we turned and headed down the hallway. Between her pointing things out to me, we were chatting and I decided that I was going to like Teresa. She was warm, friendly, and capable.
“Pretty much everything you should need is on this floor. The executives and their staffs are all here. As your department and position are new, I can't speak to specifics. I do know that there are several workstations designated outside of your office for when you hire staff.”
I was realizing that there was a lot I still didn't know about how my position and department was going to function day-to-day. Brandon had mentioned that he wanted me to build a team to meet the objectives that he laid out. I was hoping for a little more guidance once I settled in.
The hallway opened to a large room. A cluster of partitioned workstations were set up in the middle of the room. It looked pretty much like every other corporate office. I could hear voices of people talking on phones and the clack of computer keyboards.
Teresa led us past a series of empty workstations and stopped outside of an office. I could see through the open blinds that there was modern L-shaped desk and one of those ergonomic mesh chairs.
“Here we go. This is your office,” said Teresa as she opened the door.
The office was little bigger than I thought it would be. Against the left wall was a file cabinet that matched the desk. Just beyond was a small table with two chairs. At the back of the office was a picture window with a nice view of the city.
“This is great,” I said as I plopped my purse on top of the desk.
Teresa took the file folder she had been carrying and placed it on my desk.
“Here are all the employment forms that HR and Payroll need for you to fill out. If you let me know when you finish, I will pick them up and submit them for you. If you have any questions, just let me know.”
“Thank you, Teresa. You've been very helpful.”
“You're welcome. Here is my number,” she said handing me her business card.
“All you need to do is dial my extension. If you need to make an outside call, hit 9 and then dial the number.”
“Thanks,” I said taking her card.
“Before I go, can I get you something to drink? We have coffee, tea, juice, and spring water.”
“Oh, I don't want to bother you with that. If you show me where the coffee station is . . . ”
“It's no bother at all. And I can give you a more thorough tour a little later.”
“Well, alright then. I'd love a cup of coffee. One cream and one sugar, please.”
“Okay. Be right back.”
I settled into the chair behind my desk and opened the file folder. I pulled out the paperwork, grabbed a pen from the desk drawer and spent the next forty minutes completing the forms. The large coffee that Teresa brought me fueled my form-filling frenzy.
I called Teresa and told her that the forms were ready. After I hung up the phone it immediately rang. It caught me by surprise.
“Hello, Ashley Sullivan,” I answered.
The voice on the other end introduced herself as Jacqueline Davenport's executive assistant. She asked if I had time to stop by Mrs. Davenport's office. I asked what time would be best. She stated Noon and I told her I would be there then.
I checked my watch. It was 10:15. I wondered what I was going to do until then. Teresa knocked on my door. I waved her in.
“I'm here to pick up the forms, Ms. Sullivan.”
“Yes. Thank you,” I said handing her the folder. “Teresa, can you do me a favor?”
“Of course.”
We planned out the rest of my morning with a tour, having IT set up my computer, and getting the basics set up in my office. At 11:55, Teresa showed me to Jacqueline Davenport's office.
“So, do you think I should be nervous that she wants to see me?” I asked as we headed down the hall.
“Oh, I wouldn't think so. I see her more than most because of being Mr. Mitchell's assistant. She is always nice. I know Mrs. Davenport's assistant well. She says the same.”
“That's reassuring,” I said.
We reached the elevator across from Brandon's office.
“Mrs. Davenport's office is through those doors,” said Teresa.
“Thank you, Teresa.”
“You're welcome, Ms. Sullivan.”
“See you later,” I said as Teresa stepped into Brandon's outer office.
I headed down the hall and into Mrs. Davenport's office suite.
Chapter 13
Mrs. Davenport's executive assistant greeted me as I entered. She looked to be in her mid-50's. She also looked like a former model. I wondered if everyone at the company was stunningly gorgeous.
“Hello, I'm Ashley Sullivan. Here to see Mrs. Davenport.”
“Yes, of course. I'm Grace. Welcome to the company.”
“Thank you.”
“Let me tell her that you are here.”
She picked up her phone. “Mrs. Davenport, Ms. Sullivan is here to see you.” She waited for a response. “Yes, ma'am,” she replied and hung up the phone.
“Let me show you in,” said Grace as she got up from her desk.
Jacqueline Davenport was already standing and ready to greet me when Grace opened the door.
“Ashley, dear, please come in,” said Mrs. Davenport.
Jacqueline Davenport was a tall, slender woman in
her mid-70s. She looked at least ten years younger than that. I knew she started her career as a model and you could tell. She was still beautiful. She had a warm smile.
“It is nice to meet you, Mrs. Davenport,” I said as we shook hands. Her hands were soft. Her touch was warm and welcoming.
“Please sit down,” she said motioning to one of the chairs in the same area where Brandon had the couch in his office.
I needed to stay focused and suppressed the memory of what he and I did on his couch.
Mrs. Davenport's office had a modern glass and white trimmed desk with matching tables. She had comfortable matching white leather chairs. Fresh cut flowers filled several crystal vases. Like Brandon's office, colorful modern art adorned the walls. Mrs. Davenport's credenza was covered with family photos.
She noticed that I was looking toward the photos. She went over and picked up one of the frames and handed it to me.
“This is Brandon when he was ten years old. That boy was a handful,” she said with a chuckle. “Still is, in some ways.”
“He was such a cute little boy,” I said looking at the picture. His dark wavy hair and gorgeous blue eyes were unmistakable.
“That he was.”
I placed the photo frame on the table. Mrs. Davenport sat in the chair opposite me.
“And you are such a lovely young woman.”
I blushed. I was also a bit nervous. I had no idea about the direction of the conversation.
“Thank you.”
“I know you are probably wondering why I invited you to visit with me today,” she said.
I had no idea how best to respond.
“No need to answer, dear. I do want to assure you that I am not some senile old woman. There is a purpose for our meeting. Nothing, of course, that you should be nervous about.”
“Yes, ma'am,” I said.
“I wanted to meet you and welcome you to Jacqueline and Davenport Media.”
“Thank you. I am delighted to be here. Working at Jacqueline has always been a dream of mine.”
“Well, we are glad to have you as part of the Jacqueline family,” she said patting my knee.
I was no longer nervous. I did have a feeling that there was more to our meeting than welcoming me to the company.
