by King, Ann
Could he hear her heart fluttering in her chest?
“Please sit down, Ms Sherwood.” His voice was deep, silky like smooth honey. She loved the way he murmured her name. God, she loved everything about him. The way he filled out in his expensive grey suit and dark tie to match. Her eyes glanced over his strong long fingers and his perfect nose, his clean cut shadow which appeared highly manicured.
Elsie sat down on the plush leather seat in his spacious office with the tall ceiling to floor windows she couldn’t help but drift her eyes to the glistening marble floors and expensive art work on the wall. She’d never been in an office like this before. Heck, she’d never been in a CEO of a large international corporation’s office before.
For a moment Carlos looked deep in thought as she flipped through the files on the desk. He did not even look up to her as if she were not really there. He then drew in a deep sigh and rubbed the stubble on his groomed chin and swung his chair around to face Elsie. His dark grey, penetrating eyes were captivating. She could not believe she was face to face with Carlos Kincade. She started fidgeting with her fingers, rubbing them with her other hand, a nervous habit that often betrayed her confidence.
“Are you nervous, Ms Sherwood?” Carlos asked as he shifted some papers on his desk.
“Um. No, Mr. um…Kincade.”
“Then please don’t stroke your fingers like that. It drives me crazy.”
“Sorry, sir.”
He paused not saying a word then the question came out to her like an explosion.
“Is there a reason why you aren’t wearing panties right now?”
Elsie entire body ran cold. She stiffened as if frozen by her own guilt and shame.
“Excuse me?” she asked trying to stifle the quiver in her voice. The nerve of him! How could he possibly know? Don’t tell me Mr. Super stud had x-ray vision eyes, too!
“I don’t like having to repeat myself, Ms Sherwood.”
“Um…I don’t understand…”
This time he dropped the papers he was holding on the top of his oak desk, looking more unreadable and he stared into her eyes. “You walked in here with no panties on, Ms Sherwood. Is that not true?”
“Um…well…”
“I could smell the scent of your sex as you entered. And that dress…you should have worn a slip underneath if you wanted to refrain from exposing yourself.”
Elsie felt fire heat her cheeks. Her throat closed up. He could see what she was wearing…or not wearing underneath her dress. Oh, God! Talk about a bad first impression. Talk about a bad wrong impression. This was so not like her. What was she thinking? She’d really screwed up now.
“Might I remind you of our dress code.”
“Pardon me, sir…but it doesn’t specifically say to wear panties.” She was sorry when the words carelessly left her lips in defence of her ego.
“The dress code is to dress in a professional manner, Ms Sherwood. And continue to call me sir.”
What was Carlos thinking? That she could be the one? No way. She was way too out of his league. Gullible. Innocent. She’d never pull it off. They’d never believe he’d chosen her to be his lawfully wedded wife. Yet she was the best prospect, he’d read her history and knew about her bereavement leave for her mother and how she’d asked for a company loan on a few occasions. Looked like the kid deserved a break. He wasn’t always accepted into the Kincade family as the illegitimate son of the heir. He knew what growing up struggling was all about. She was certainly more honorable than those gold-digging super models and socialites he’d dated in the past. The ones who would sell his story out to the highest bidder of the tabloids. A muscle twitched in his jaw at the very thought of that. Again.
“We’ll come back to that later.” His voice was calm and cool like a breezeless summer day. Yet his eyes were compelling. He seemed to enjoy the innocent company of this young psychologist in training. Educated, smart woman with values—except for the panty disappearance act. “By the way, next time you want to come off in a public place, please ensure no one else is around.”
“You know…?” she stopped herself.
A grin of amusement touched the corner of his lips and his eyelids dropped to Elsie’s cleavage momentarily.
“There were workmen nearby to fix the echoing around the change rooms. Well, to put it short, they had assumed that I was in there with you. Not a good thing. But when they saw you come out alone they’d figured it was just …yourself.”
The look on Elsie’s face was that of morbidity. As if someone had just told her that she was no longer alive and living in an alternate universe. The color left her beautiful pouty lips and face..
“Are you going to be alright?” Carlos voice did not raise a fraction it was cool and calm and steady as always. He got up from his seat and walked over to Elsie putting his arm around her.
“It’s okay, mon Cherie. It won’t go any further. I’ve told the men they are not to mention anything.”
She looked up to him meeting his gaze with pleading eyes that soon turned to annoyance.
“Do you often have your staff followed or watched?”
“Only when they are in places they shouldn’t be. You didn’t read the sign that it was under construction?”
“There were signs? Why not bar it off?”
“You rushed in there so fast according to the security cameras. The washrooms are fine, just not the changing area where you…were left with your fantasies.”
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
“Not really. You almost had me on the front page of the tabloid again. Could you imagine if they were underpaid disgruntled workers looking for a way for a fast buck. The tabloids paint guilt first then you have to prove your innocence later.”
“I see your point. I’m sorry…I don’t usually…do this…I was just trying out the…new…”
Carlos saw the way her face turned thirty shades of red. He did not want to hurt her. But he was aroused by her presence. His crutch was reacting to her sweetness. Her sex. Just knowing she was not wearing panties right now and the scent of her sex was killing him inside. He wanted to jump her right there and then.
He would have a full blown erection very soon. He had to resist his urge to spank her or to fuck her senseless. Maybe having her this close to him was a mistake after all.
The truth was Carlos had been watching her for over a year now since she started working in the café on the ground floor of the Kincade building, admiring her from afar. Her sweet demeanor with the customers. Her humility. Rushing off to classes after her shift finished. She never got involved in gossip and greeted the cleaners. He’d been watching her closely. But his position stopped him from doing anything about it. Until now.
“Are you involved?”
“What?”
He drew in a deep breath. He didn’t like to ask questions twice.
“No. I’ve been busy with my studies.”
“Good. What made you decide you could work for our Home Pleasures department?” He gazed directly into her eyes, again she fidgeted with her fingers. She was a bundle of nerves.
Elsie’s heart was thundering uncontrollably in her chest. She was toast and she knew it. There was no way she could work for Home Pleasures and not for Carlos again. What did she have to lose? May as well walk out with her dignity and stick with her café job pulling in more hours and begging for a scholarship to finish her education. He was toying with her wasn’t he? Well she’d give him the truth.
“Well, um…I needed a decent stable well-paying job with good benefits to pay off my debt and fund my dream of finishing my college degree and eventually becoming an industrial psychologist. I thought the Home Pleasures department was out of my league since some would call me a prude but I thought—I could learn anything. What did I have to lose?”
Elsie could not believe the words oozed out of her trembling lips. Her voice was remarkably steady considering how she’d felt inside. But after that humiliating experie
nce of being caught masturbating while calling out her boss’s name, what else could possibly go wrong?
A grin of amusement touched the corner of Carlos sweet full lips and he looked delicious. So adorable. She could reach out and devour him. There was some magnetic chemical reaction in the air between them.
He got up from his seat and shoved his hands in his suit, looking like a hot GQ model, his eyes fixed on Elsie as he circled her like a prey ready to eat. “Honesty.”
Elsie felt her throat close up. Was he assessing her or disappointment in her? She’d soon find out.
“I love that in a woman,” he said in a low voice that sent shivers up her spine. Butterflies let loose in her stomach.
Elsie’s mouth was glued shut after that long spiel. She was terrified of saying anything else at that moment.
“Do you love sex?”
“Um…well…who doesn’t….I mean I think that question is irrelevant and very daring of you, sir.”
“You want me to hire someone selling sex toys if they hate sex. Don’t you think that would be like selling candy in a candy store when you don’t like children. The vibes would surely be trickled to the customer, Ms Sherwood. I can assure you.”
“It certainly says a lot about you selling women’s pleasure toys,” she finally uttered.
“And why not? Fuck, they sell guns to hurt people in some department stores, ,yet they want to censor objects that bring people pleasure. How fucked up is that?”
Stunned by his rawness, she replied. “You have a point…sir.” It didn’t take long for her to find out that her charming prince was a dominant man.
She glanced to the side and caught his erection bulging through his crotch of his expensive looking pants. Her pussy throbbed with need and anticipation. She really wouldn’t mind him taking her right there and then. She wanted Carlos Kincade inside her right now. God, what was wrong with her all of a sudden?
He stood to the side and glanced at her, stroking her hair slightly. “Who did that to you?” His voice was cold as ice and emotionless.
“Did what?” she breathed heavily.
“The scar on the side of your hairline.”
“Oh…um…I’d rather not say at this time…sir.”
“Very well. We don’t know each other on that level yet. That’s fine.”
She sucked in a deep breath and kept her head forward. Her nipples hardened under her blouse. Could he see that, too? Was she going to get this job or not?
“What do you know about me, Ms Sherwood?”
That question got her.
“Well…sir…You’ve spent a lot of time changing the direction of Kincade’s department store from when your grand…I mean your great-grandfather opened up the flagship store in lower Manhattan rivaling Macy’s. You work hard and spend time on perfecting how to please your customers with the believe that happy customers are repeat customers. And…you’re the hottest item out there in the whole corporation. Women would fall over each other for a chance to be with you and you don’t even know it. You date occasionally but you’re a typical workaholic. Married to your ambition and power and making your mark in the world.”
Carlos eyebrow raised a fraction for the first time. A sign of his being normal. “Is that how you feel about me?”
“I don’t think I’ll answer that question, sir.”
A grin played on his lips again. “Fine. Are you aware of a non-disclosure agreement?” He said leaning into her, his intoxicating aroma gripping her, driving her crazy. She had to have him or she’d go insane. He nuzzled her neck with his soft lips and she felt her head spin into a whirlwind. She wanted him inside her. She must be dreaming? No way could this be happening. Carlos Kincade stroking her, touching her neck with his lips. God, why didn’t he slide his fingers down her blouse and ease the ache in her nipples. Why didn’t he pull up her dress and pleasure the wetness between her legs and throbbing folds?
She turned around stunned for words. “A non-disclosure agreement?”
“Yes, a confidentiality agreement or confidential disclosure agreement, secrecy agreement whatever you call it, it’s a legal contract between at least two parties that outlines confidential material, knowledge or information with restricted access to those involved.”
Elsie gaped in shock.
“Well because I want you to sign one before I proceed further with our…meeting.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“It will soon. Do you agree to sign one? That what we do and discuss from this second on shall be kept inside this office and between the two of us and not another living breathing soul? Yes or no?”
Elsie drew in a deep breath and tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach and the ache in between her thighs. Was he going to fuck her? Make love to her? Show her some weird and exotic sex-capade that she’d only fantasized about? Was he going to make her his love slave or some submissive or something? Oh, my God! But if she didn’t sign then she would never know.
He handed her the document. “I see you thought this through.” She wanted to ask him how many other women have signed such a document.
“I always plan ahead. A man in my position can’t be too careful.”
She quickly read over the contents of the four pages and signed. “Did you read it all already?”
“Yes,” she panted. She wanted this Greek god inside her now. She wanted to get inside his mind and his boxers at the same time. What did he have in store for her?
He, too, signed then tossed the stapled pages on his oak desk and grinned as his eyes penetrated hers. He reached over to her and slid his finger down her back and watched as she shivered with an electrical touch.
“I’m going to tell you something, I haven’t told a single soul,” he said as he nuzzled her arched neck. His hand slid inside her blouse and fumbled her nipple causing a sensation to stir through her body.
“Oh, Carlos,” she said throaty.
“Are you ready for what you just agreed to?”
Her heart pounded hard and fast in her chest. “Yes,” she said, breathless.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ann King enjoys reading and writing sizzling stories of love and seduction with a happily ever after. She enjoys indulging in sweet, milk chocolate and romantic fantasies that make your toes curl and your heart smile. Ann loves to hear from readers. You can send her an email at [email protected]
