The Tycoon's Virgin Bride - Part 3 (The Corskovi Dynasty)

by King, Ann

  Later, his father was killed in a plane crash…with another mistress at his side.

  So much for family values.

  Carlos swore he’d never get married while growing up. He just didn’t believe in happily ever after. Shoot, he didn’t exactly have any role models in that area. Being single and working hard in the corporation meant more to him…until now. He really didn’t want to lose his place in the business or his inheritance. It would undo everything he’d ever worked for.

  Damn it! He was the Kincade Corporation. He had to think fast. Maybe there was a way around this ridiculous little clause in his grandfather’s will.

  His jaw clenched at the thought of what he would do. There was always a way around things and this would be no different.

  “By the way,” Duke said after clearing his throat, “part of the stipulation of the will is that if for any reason you contest the will…you get nothing.”

  “Nothing?” Carlos shot back, stunned. He felt fire course through his veins. His brothers also looked up from their conversations as if they’d seen a ghost. The atmosphere in the lawyer’s office turned frigid, tense.

  “Nothing,” Duke whispered as he looked down, regret in his eyes, as if he, too, thought that particular condition of John Kincade’s will was harsh.

  Carlos’s jaw clenched, every muscle in his body tensed up. He felt his blood run cold.

  Nothing? We’ll see about that.

  ***

  The next day, Elsie Sherwood stood outside of the rotating doors of the glass building of Kincade Corporation with her Starbucks coffee in hand. She held the cup to her lips taking the last sip. Just what she needed to calm her nerves and bring some alertness to her day.

  Inside she shivered with anxiety. She really needed this new position at Kincade. Failure was not an option.

  “All set, kiddo?” her cousin Dee called out to her after dropping her off.

  “Almost,” she lied.

  “You know I never thought I’d see you working in a sex toy shop.”

  “It’s not a sex toy shop,” Elsie snapped back. “It’s part of the Kincade Department store. It’s just another department within the store.”

  “Ah, right,” Dee mocked, “the Home Pleasures department.” Dee broke out into a laugh after trying to contain herself.

  Elsie rolled her eyes. Dee was always mocking her growing up. Elsie had always been the shy quiet one in the family. Dee was the wild child, done it all cousin. But she was sure glad to be sharing her one-bedroom apartment after the bailiff changed the lock on the door. Since her mother’s death and losing the home from escalating medical bills prior to her death, it had all been one crazy ride.

  The gentle September breeze kissed her skin with its coolness as Elsie held her hair down with her free hand, ever so conscious of her scar on the side of her hairline. She’d always managed to style her hair in a certain way so that it wasn’t clearly visible.

  “Besides, if I get this job it’ll be research for my class in Human Sexuality.”

  “Since when are you taking a class on Human Sexuality?” Dee looked surprised.

  “Come on Dee. Remember? I told you it was the only elective available to finish my psych degree.”

  “Oh, right. How convenient,” Dee smirked as she saluted her playfully before rolling up the window to drive away.

  Elsie grinned and turned around to enter the building. She threw the Starbucks cup into the recycle bin just outside the doors after she’d taken her last sip.

  She could not help but thinking, she’d covered her tuition for the fall but come January, she’d be toast if she didn’t come up with another $15,000. What on earth would she do? Once she’d graduated she could work as a Psychometrist in her field while she completed her Masters and PhD program. “Looking forward and leaving the past behind.” That was her new motto now. She’d been through her own share of heartbreak in her life and she wasn’t about to let it mess up her future. She had to move forward for her mother if nothing else.

  The bottom line was she really did need this job. Like yesterday.

  It was a controversial move from her part time job at Kincade’s in the café waiting tables. But it sure would pay a whole lot more while she put herself through college. She was glad for the internal job posting for Kincade’s new department opening up soon. The pay would be phenomenal and would offer her more hours to boot. The store required six full time and four part time staff to rotate weekends, days and evenings. That would fit around her classroom schedule perfectly. The job description specified the candidates must be enthusiastic, approachable, knowledgeable about the products (hmm, she’d thought that part odd) and professional in appearance and courteous.

  The best part was that she would finally get to meet up close the hottest board member of the upscale store chain, CEO Carlos Kincade, also heir to the empire, since he would be personally meeting and interviewing potential candidates who passed through the first round of screening. It would be a long shot but a girl could dream, couldn’t she? It wasn’t so much his status or money or his key position and how he single-handedly managed to turn the empire around and modernize it in unconventional ways. It was his charm, his charisma and yet his elusive nature rolled into one. He was a complex man. A genius, yet different from all the other suits around. Even before she’d started working at the café at Kincade’s she’d seen him once or twice from a distance but she’d always had a star-like crush on him. The man dominated her most intimate fantasies. Again, a long shot.

  Thoughts of Carlos Kincade made her pulse quicken and her inner thighs tingle. She had to divert her thoughts to something else. This was so unprofessional and so never going to happen. He was the head of the corporation she worked for—she a little dot on his avalanche of works all over the world. She’d Googled him a few times and gaped at the slender athletic body of the mogul with several women, sometimes models, A-list actresses and the works. Elsie knew she hadn’t fit into that category. She was just an ordinary girl next door with a little cellulite on her butt. She’d also admired her out of the box thinking when he’d changed the direction of Kincade to separate from its major competitors with stores like Macy’s. He was often met with critical attention from the media and his competitors but at the end, the store’s bottom line increased. Not only that but he’d been the biggest philanthropist—opening more sports centers and donating more computers and services for inner city kids to get ahead. Some had said that he did most things in secret without all the media glitz. He would secretly visit the arenas and coach on the kids or help out in building some of the habitat homes himself in disguise. Still, the man was a mystery for sure. Elsie often fantasized about him noticing her in the pool of women working for him. Yeah, right! Like that was ever going to happen. She’d had way too much insecurity to even think of getting up close to someone like Carlos Kincade.

  “You ready?” Lucy from Women’s Apparel called out to her noticing her march towards the glass main elevators.

  “Ready as can be. Will you be going for the job, too?”

  “Hell, yeah. You kidding me? Miss up a chance to meet Carlos Kincade up close and personal? I heard he’d be interviewing the finalists one on one.” Lucy’s eyes almost rolled back in her head as if she’d just be kissed by a prince. Her dream-like daze shifted when the elevator opened and a few suits walked out.

  “Coming in?”

  “Uh, no,” Elsie said, noticing Lucy’s smart apparel with a low cleavage and her hair and make-up so perfect, you’d think she was doing a shoot for Vogue cover.

  “I’m just going fix up a bit in the ladies room,” Elsie finished before walking off. “See you soon.”

  Lucy shrugged her shoulders then closed the glass doors and pushed the button for the HR floor where the candidates would be meeting.

  She was going to meet Carlos Kincade. How could she possibly look so….meh!

  She was sure that her mouth must have the aroma of her morning coffee. She’d run
into the posh washroom on the first floor and said good morning to the cleaner before going over to the plush set of mirrors in the powder section. Talk about upscale. Kincade’s didn’t do anything ordinary. It was upscale all the way. She’d felt as if she were more in a five-star hotel than a washroom. The dim lit calming atmosphere and marble floors was just what she needed. Thankfully it was empty after the cleaner left.

  She went into one of the private booths and adjusted her bra strap underneath her blouse. She straightened her skirt and fixed her G-string underneath which she thought was the most uncomfortable thing to wear but…it sure was better than wearing granny panties. She needed to feel the part. Sexy. Desirable. Knowledgeable about the products that she would be selling. Elsie fished into her Gucci imitation bag and pulled out a carefully wrapped Kincade shopping bag. It had one of the products from the presale from the Home Pleasures department.

  A smooth silicone vibrating Dildo.

  Good Lord! What had she come to? She was supposed to be a well-respected psychologist helping corporations build stronger work environments. Not a…sex expert!

  The smooth Dildo was tanned in complexion and quite a good size. Her mind immediately slid to Carlos Kincade. A tingling erupted between her thighs. She was so ashamed to admit it to herself. She idolized him. Fantasized about him day and night. His hard firm muscles from hours at the gym. His well sculpted body. His sinfully sexy eyes. Ooh, those delicious grey sparkling eyes and the longest lashes she’d ever seen on a man. God, he was…beautiful. Breathtaking. Her heart pounded and her inner thighs also pulsed at the thought of him inside her. Even if it were just a fantasy. Suddenly she unwrapped the Dildo and before she could contain herself, she’d thought the only thing she could do was calm her adrenaline by relaxing herself. She’d never used a sex toy before to pleasure herself—which was not merely enough times. But something came over her. She eased back on the plush seat in the dress booth and spread her legs. She slid her fingers between her silk panties at the side and drew in a deep breath imagining the silicone penis was Carlos. How hard could this be? Using a toy to please oneself. She would soon find out.

  She paused for a moment as if afraid of getting caught somehow. Could she really do this? Boy, was this so out of character for her. Well, she was supposed to be selling these products to other women.

  She drew in a deep breath not sure of how it would feel as she slowly slid the cool, smooth toy inside her warm pulsing folds, first at the side of her swollen wet folds while she cooed his name.

  “Ooh, Carlos! God, I love you. Carlos.”

  Her other hand pulled down her bra strap and she stroked her taut pink nipple which had reacted to her delicious thoughts of sexy, dark and deadly handsome Carlos Kincade. The CEO of her company. A fantasy that would never happen.

  As she thrust the penis inside her back and thought her thighs moved in motion, “Oh, Carlos,” she cried out until her body convulsed with orgasm. Elsie collapsed in satisfaction.

  This was insane! What had she just done? She’d never done anything like that in her life before. What kind of affect had this man on her? She hungered for this man’s attention. His touch. What was wrong with her? She seriously needed to get a real boyfriend. Not just the fantasy of someone unreachable. It was as if she was making up for lost time, not having a love life all these days while caring for her ailing mother. She definitely needed to get out more. She needed to get a life.

  Her panties were soaked through and now she would have to change.

  Twenty minutes later, Elsie seated in a boardroom with other prospective sales consultants on the seventeenth floor. Spread out on the table was a series of delicious toys for the Home Pleasures department. Elsie flushed at the sight of all the toys. There were double sided Dildos, strap-on Dildos, Squirting Dildos, Suction cup Dildos, Sex around the house Erotic Board games, all the way to nipple clamps, collars and leashes and sex slings. Holy Cow was she going way in over her head.

  I need this job. Its’ only a job, she fought to convince herself. It’s an honest tax-deductible paying job. One that would see me through college and clear my debts.

  Basically each person was to role play how they would approach a client who asked for assistance. Then each would be required to fill out a questionnaire.

  “Right ladies, my name is Portia Da Cora but many of you already know me from HR since you were hired to work in different departments at Kincade’s,” Portia said as she held up her head. She looked like a long and slender Coco Chanel or some other legend. She used to be a model back in her days. She was still beautiful and didn’t even dye her silky white hair which was neatly back in a French roll. Her make-up was impeccable. Perfect.

  “Of course as you know you will be meeting with Carlos Kincade sometime during the day if you make it to the next level.”

  Many of the women around the table reacted, eyes wide open with wonderment and excitement as if they were children and told they would be meeting Santa Clause soon or perhaps school girls being told they’d be meeting Justin Bieber soon.

  The phone in the boardroom rang and disrupted Portia’s speech. “Oh…I see…Certainly.”

  When Portia came off the phone line she turned to Elsie, thin lipped.

  “Elsie you’re to report to the forty-third floor room 1600 right away.”

  “Excuse me?” Elsie felt her heart tumble to the floor.

  “Room 1600,” Portia looked away.

  “Oh,…um…sure.” All eyes were on Elsie and she didn’t know what to say. She certainly didn’t want to argue with the HR director.

  “You’ll be seeing Marsha Downswell when you reach there.”

  “Marsha Downswell?” Elsie repeated quietly as she gathered her things to go.

  “Yes, Mr. Kincade’s private secretary.”

  Elsie felt her heart stop.

  Elsie walked through the double glass doors after the elevator dropped her to the 43rd floor of the building. Her eyes dotted around the luxury design. It had been her first time up on the top floor. Was she in trouble? Why would Carlos Kincade want to even see her? Or why would his secretary want to see her?

  She was on fire. Every area of her body pulsed and pounded with heated anxiety. She felt weak in her knees.

  Oh, God! A thought struck her like lightning. She wasn’t wearing her panties. She’d meant to replace her wet pair but didn’t have time, so she threw it in her purse hoping she could buy a pair in the lingerie department on the fourth floor. Oh, boy was she ever a screw up now. She approached the receptionist who was busy typing on her laptop. The woman with long silky blond hair and icy blue eyes stared at her.

  “You’re Ms Sherwood, I presume?”

  “Um…yes.” Elsie voice was soft and low. Boy was she so out of her league being up there. The placed was so executive and looked more like a marble palace with high tech equipment and what looked like expensive art work on the walls. Elsie caught herself slouching her shoulders and squared them immediately.

  The blond woman picked up the phone and said “She’s here. You’re welcome.” She then held her head down and started typing on her keypad. “You may take a seat, Ms Sherwood,” she said without looking up.

  Talk about hospitality.

  “Ah, there you are, Ms Sherwood,” a jolly round-faced woman with white hair approached her with her hand stretched out.

  “Hi,” Elsie said sheepishly. She desperately wanted to ask her what the heck was going on and why was she called up here? She should be back in the boardroom auditioning for full time work in the Home Pleasures department. Not here.

  “I will take you to see Mr. Kincade now. How was your morning so far?”

  “Oh, it was fine thank you,” Elsie lied politely.

  “Good,” the woman said almost on autopilot before Elsie finished talking as she marched forward without paying much mind to Elsie.

  Elsie could only guess that Mr. Kincade works everybody extremely hard up there. No time for fun or games. Or slacking of
f. Her heart pounded harder in her chest. She desperately wanted to find the nearest exit.

  When Marsha knocked on the door, a deep, silky voice answered. “Enter.”

  Elsie noticed there were cameras everywhere. She’d known how to recognize them because a guy she’d once dated worked in a nanny cam store where they’d built hidden cameras that were so discreet you’d never know they were there.

  “Thank you Miss…” Elsie had already forgotten the woman’s last name.

  Marsha’s face suddenly iced up and she went stone cold before turning to Elsie. “That’s Mister,” she or he said before walking off.

  Elsie took a deep breath. Her day was getting weirder by the moment. That’s what one got for trying out for such an unusual job like the one she’d applied for. Was it worth it?

  When she opened the oak door wide enough her breath stopped and her pussy throbbed uncontrollably. She was going to pass out any moment now.

  There he was.

  Up close enough leaned back in his leather chair reading a file. Heck, it could be her employee file. But she didn’t care then. Carlos’s dark thick hair was sleeked back. The scent of his aftershave wafted past her nostrils. He looked more like a tanned Greek God. He turned momentarily to acknowledge her and when his glistening grey eyes locked into hers for a brief moment, a plethora of wild butterflies let loose inside her body. She needed a seat like yesterday.

  A quiver surged through her veins. Every time his gazed met hers, her heart turned over in response. How could this man have that kind of effect on her? The prolonged anticipation of what their meeting would be about was almost unbearable.