Holt's Holding

by a dagmara

  “I’m Jeffery; I’ll be taking over in Accounting.”

  Turning to him, I extended my hand, “Lillian. I work for the Senior Editor Mr. Leiber.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you Lillian, I’ve already heard a great deal of you. It’s my understanding that you are quite a talent here. Landing two new accounts a mist a takeover today. Impressive.”

  Interesting…perhaps Mr. Leiber was actually giving me credit. Considering that past six marketing strategies were all me.

  “Thank you for the compliment.” I offered, still surprised about his last comment. Take over’s shouldn’t hold up everyday business.” I grinned smugly.

  The elevator stopped on the fifth floor. Stepping from the elevator, he turned. “It truly has been a pleasure meeting you.” He added.

  I smiled and nodded as the doors closed, continuing my ride down.

  Ugh, I hated the basement of this building. It was reminiscent of an old, creepy prison down here.

  Beyond just having all the old prints stored, it also held all the serves, older computers and outdated equipment. It reminded me of a creepy cemetery.

  The doors wouldn’t open to the basement without a key. I inserted my key waiting for the door to open. Walking down the grey corridors, my eyes searching above the doors each numbered.

  Weaving around and finally making it to where I needed I entered the grey room housing rows of floor to ceiling shelving. I always hated coming down here.

  Finally, F-6; 2010…making my way the soft sounds of voices echoed. Not unheard of for others to be down here, so I paid it no mind.

  Trying to locate these prints was going to be a challenge, as I’m sure that the stock boy didn’t put them away properly…no, he was typically more concerned with hiding down here and getting high.

  Shit, looking up there was a lot of posters to go thru. Knowing that I would need a ladder to reach the top, I looked around. Ah, spotting one, I reached for it opening it and positioning the ladder by the side of the shelves.

  Shit, I realized I would need to lift my dress as it was excessively tight, falling below my knees. Thank god, no one was around to witness this.

  I lifted it up high on my thighs, exposing the lace of my stockings. Placing my phone into my bra, I made my climb to the top of the ladder.

  There must have been hundreds of tubes. After fifteen minutes of adjusting the ladder and double-checking, I finally found what I came for. Pulling it slowly out, not to disturb the tubes on top, I had to double my effort in steading myself.

  I forgot how long they were, as I pulled it out.

  Fuck…the lights went out.

  “Really?” I yelled out, steadying myself atop the ladder. Truly, this wasn’t my day.

  Dropping the tube down, I pulled my phone out for some light. Stepping slowly down, one-step to the other, I didn’t want to fall. Moving my foot, Shit! My heel jammed in the side of the ladder.

  “Ugh…son of a bitch!” I yelled in frustration, not giving two shits, whom heard me.

  I loved these shoes! “Fuck me; I swear he’s going to pay for a new pair if they’re ruined. Sending me down into this hell hole as if I’m nothing but he’s errand girl...” I yelled out knowing there was no one to hear me. Venting seemed like a good idea.

  Wiggling my foot and trying to pull it free, nothing. The heel was jammed good. I took a deep breath and one last try…

  “Oh, shit!” Wobbling hard, I knew my body was about to meet the hard floor below.

  I fell straight into someone and hard, knocking both of us to the ground, me on top. Clearly whoever was behind me, wasn’t expecting me to crash into them.

  “Oh my god! I’m so sorry” I was perfectly on top of him. I could tell it was a man by how firm the body was under me. His very large hands were wrapped around me holding me tight to his body. Breathing hard, I wiggled in his hold adjusting my body. Hell, I even elbowed him by accident. His hands released me just enough to turn myself over, still in his hold and now chest to chest. I felt guilty but grateful there was someone to break my fall. The concrete floor would have certainly hurt.

  “I’m so sorry; please tell me, you’re ok?” I asked franticly. I was both shocked and embarrassed, that I had knocked him fully to the ground. All that I could hope for is that I hadn’t injured him. My appraised what my eyes could not see. Running them against his chest, searching for his shoulders, damn this man was built.

  He said nothing and sounded like perhaps he was laughing? Yup, definitely laughing.

  Trying to get up, and adjust myself, I saw the small glow of my phone above what I could assume was his head. I pulled my hands above his and lost my grip…

  Oh shit, he just got a face full of my breasts.

  “Shit…I should just extend an open and standing apology.” Embarrassed was an understatement of how I felt.

  He laughed, and his hands…wow brawny hands landed around my hips…more like on my ass, which was pretty exposed. I felt his hands linger a bit longer before proceeding to moved down my thighs…shit my dress was around my waist. His touch was like tiny electrical shocks on my exposed flesh. His touch was smooth and heated. Oh, shit I could feel myself getting aroused. I could tell he was feeling every detail of my body as if his eyes were attached to his fingers.

  Thank god, it was dark down here. If someone were to see this, it would look extremely bad, hell; I was pretty much straddling this poor man. Moreover, if his hands kept up this erotic movement against my skin, I would undoubtedly cum.

  “No need,” he offered obviously amused “You’re pretty light,” he added. Adjusting slightly, the pooling ached at my center, as it was clear his arousal was now pressing directly into my clit. Oh, lord, I could tell this man was more than endowed, blessed would be a better description. I needed to move myself off him and quickly!

  I rolled off him and sat up. I was too afraid of trying to climb off him. Slowly, I pulled myself up to my feet; I could hear him wrestling himself up.

  I turned and slammed myself up into his chest.

  “Yeah, invoking my open apology.”

  It was so dark that I couldn’t truly make him out. Again he laughed.

  My body trembled as his hands dropped to my hips.

  I was about to put him in his place when I realized he was pulling my dress down.

  Shit, I had forgotten that my dress now rose to my waist.

  My cheek still pressed to his chest; I sensed that he was much taller than I was. My hands rose up his forearms, and around his biceps…wow, he was built, and the material of his shirt was like heaven.

  What thread count was it? Definitely expensive, his cologne…very nice!

  Curiosity had me engaged; perhaps it was my now blossoming need. Sucking in a deep breath, taking more of his scent, I was more than just a bit curious, I was desperately aroused. Damn, I needed to get laid!

  I wondered what he looked like. It was too dark to tell, but I suspected he must me somewhat attractive; he undoubtedly took exceptional care of himself. Most unattractive guys didn’t put a lot of effort into the details.

  I felt his hands on me, holding me to him. His face leaned down, his lips grazed mine and paused. I could feel his breath on me. Panic, fear and anticipation caught me frozen in his hold. The unkown pulled at a longing in me. The feel of his body pressed to mine, his lips so close to claiming the one part of me I wouldn’t willingly give to anyone, yet I was tempted. In the darkness of a dingy storage room, I wanted to let go for the first time. The word circled my head like an alarm. No.

  Finally, I moved my head slightly freeing both of us, from whatever it was that had us frozen.

  “Shh,…do you hear that?” He whispered down into the side of my neck. I could make out an accent in his quiet tone…still standing up into his arms and chest, I stilled myself listening to hear what he heard. Any distraction would be a good one at the moment. His hands still pressed around me holding me with such care? This was weird. His touch against the lowest
part of my back, reminded me of what it should feel to be held by a man whom cared for you. A man that owned you. Owned. The simple thought had my shudder in his, reminding me to listen.

  “Oh shit,” I whispered. Did I just hear someone moan?

  I silently laughed into his chest. Damn, he smelled good.

  “I think I now understand why anyone would be down here,” he offered.

  “Clearly…to get off.” I smirked then laughed once more.

  “I’m Lillian,” I offered finding my invisible mask, pulling away from irrational desire.

  “Sebastian” he whispered.

  My phone buzzed. It was enough to give me a little light, but only on the floor. I pulled from him but still couldn’t see his face. The loss of his heat, his touch had my body needing his more than before.

  “I need to get that as my purpose down here was simply to fetch something.”

  “Please don’t let me keep you.” I needed to center myself as I was without question taken with a complete stranger, sight unseen.

  Bending down, I picked up my phone; a missed call from Brady.

  Noticing the original reason to my visit down here, I picked it up the long tube. Turning around to where my mystery man stood, I used the light from the phone to illuminate my stranger, and he was gone?

  Where did he go?

  Within a few seconds, the backup light now decided to come on. They only provided a little bit of light; however, it was enough to lead the way out.

  The moaning seemed to increase causing me to shake my head.

  I need not witness whatever was going on. It was obvious, two people were having sex, and I didn’t want to intrude. Walking from the storage room, I made my way back to the elevator doors.

  Stepping into the bright elevator, my mind was clearly caught up with Sebastian.

  Shit…I needed to get laid. Between over hearing it and the way his body felt…yes, I needed sex.

  The rest of the day seemed to fly by with me fantasizing about a complete stranger, oh and of course my roommates brother. I was seriously having a miserable day.

  Focusing on work, I had few more emails to answer to, and then I could wrap up here and head for a long awaited and seriously needed happy hour.

  Looking to my laptop, there were two Im’s, one from Sam, and the other from the conference room. Oh, shit. That means my earlier comments went to someone else.

  Shit, I had no clue to whom.

  Pulling open the window, a standing message showed from the conference room:

  HRCFRM-how was the basement?

  Do I reply or not?

  Hmm …

  I knew I shouldn’t, but curiosity had me peaked.

  -interesting

  HRCFRM: -how so?

  -Lights went out, and I fell off the ladder.

  HRCFRM:-bloody hells are you ok?

  I knew immediately this wasn’t Sam.

  -lucky for me, I had a very strong man to break my fall. Can I add that he was wow?

  HRCFRM:-and who might this man be? This “wow”

  -I think he said his name was Sebastian, who knows it was dark. I’m sure had someone walked in, the sight of me straddling him with my dress around my waist, wouldn’t have looked all too innocent.

  HRCFRM:-is that all that happened?

  -What are you implying?

  HRCFRM:-well you were straddling him? And obviously he’s “wow” which leads to my question.

  -Nothing happened beyond my breast landing in his face. It was dark and though I might need to get laid I don’t have sex with just anyone. Especially in the basement!

  HRCFRM:-basements can be fun and having sex in the work place, it adds to the excitement.

  -are you suggesting I should have slept with him? I mean he’s obviously built, he smells great. Perhaps, I should go back down and find my mystery man.

  HRCFRM:-NO

  -confused…. I thought that’s what you were implying?

  HRCFRM:-I was talking in generalities; I don’t think this Sebastian is your type.

  -Have you met him?

  HRCFRM:-yes, he’s not for you.

  -Really? I think he just might be. He definitely peaked my arousal.

  I found myself sitting back and laughing to my last statement. Ok this could be fun, whoever this was, clearly, didn’t like this Sebastian character. However, who in the hell was this person on the other side of this conversation with me?

  -ok fun has been had, who the hell are you?

  HRCFRM:-who did you think I was?

  -Honestly, I truly don’t care who you are, as I’m done with providing you entertainment.

  HRCFRM:-Since you don’t know then I believe I might like it that way.

  -you are clearly a man, that’s obvious, I’m guessing your part of the new ownership. And three, unless you want to be honest. This chat is done. I’m a busy woman and have no time to waste playing games useless games.

  HRCFRM: - I would say I’m impressed, but You’re a smart woman, and I expected you to figure this out quickly; however, I did find this entire conversation amusing. Games are fun Lillian. Mutually beneficial.

  -Glad to bring you some entertainment. I think you’re more like a scared little man, games are for children. On that note. Enjoy the rest of your day.

  HRCFRM:-You definitely intrigue me Lillian. Feisty, I like that, before I let you out of this chat, had it been me you were on top of, I can promise you that your need would have been handled immediately. I’m skilled at knowing what a woman wants and how she wants it. Nor am I a little man.

  -Well, obviously your ego is extraordinarily large. I doubt you’re my type. I’m more than capable of having my needs handled on my own.

  HRCFRM: - doubtful Lillian, I think I’m you’re your type more than you realize. Perhaps, I’m too much for you to handle.

  Wow, ego check! I can’t believe this man!

  -ok you need an ego check. I’ve yet to come across a man to be true to that point. You clearly don’t know me very well as you wouldn’t be making such statements. I’m sure by tomorrow my needs will be handled to my satisfaction. Enjoy the rest of your day.

  I closed down the computer fully noticing the time. Whoever this person was, they were certainly an ass.

  Happy hour seemed like such a fabulous idea right now.

  On time, my phone buzzed.

  The test message from Sam:

  “Pickles at the circle in about an hour?”

  Reply:

  “Sounds good. Leaving now.”

  I gathered my belongings and headed for the elevators.

  After a few minutes, the doors opened, and I walked in to be assaulted with that cologne again.

  Hmm, someone around here had excellent taste in cologne.

  Turning, I noticed the man that Sam seemed downright taken with race for the doors. I stuck my hand out to hold the elevator. Stepping in he nodded.

  I offered a smiled to be polite.

  “Appreciated” he replied as he straightened his suit.

  He had an English accent…Shit, I bet he’s one of the new owners. But then again, there were many new staff members with accents.

  “You’re welcome. I know from experience that the wait can be frustrating.” Smiling I looked away quickly. The deeper meaning, laced my statement, more of a vocal frustration I was currently trapped in. My nervous were peaked. Crap!

  He turned to me and cocked his head.

  “You’re Lillian…Foster’s Junior Editor?” His voice sound amused?

  Hmmm, he knew my name…I wasn’t sure how or why he would know it, but he did. Oddly, I don’t think I had ever heard anyone call Mr. Leiber by his first name.

  “Sure, we can say that.” Pausing I faked a clearing of my throat and whispered “More like his assistant with a nice title”

  He scrunched his brows tight in thought and pulled his lips tight.

  Oh shit…I shook my head. I think he heard me. Hold up…his voice…oh double shit, recogni
tion had my turning red, the basement?

  “Are you not satisfied with your current position?” He grinned like there was something hidden in his question.

  Turning to face him, I slighted my head “Is anyone ever satisfied with their position?” I pulled a croaked grin, my memory of straddling his body flashed before me and my body responded, fuck the ached between my legs roared through my body.

  “Well played, and a particularly compelling point if I may add”, he grinned once more.

  “The question was rhetorical and not actually a point to be made. That’s more of a fact of life” smiling I turned back to the elevator doors.

  Where in the world did this brassiness come from on my part? Shit…Shit…Shit! Not good potential new owner and I just insulted my title and possibly my boss. I was fucked no recovery from that.

  “Well, he had nothing but strong opinions to your ability, and I certainly see where his opinions are founded, closing two high profile accounts today of all days.”

  “Yeah, and I make a fantastic cup of coffee!” I smirked.

  Again, shaking my head brain to mouth filter! Oh lord I’m going to lose my job.

  He laughed. Ok maybe a good sign.

  “Somehow, I’m certain all that you do is beyond great Lillian.” He voice was dark and laced in hunger. The implications of his statement had my breath hitch. Yet my mind still had me in the reality of what I had said. I felt the need to recover from my lack of filter and brassiness…but shit, I didn’t know why he was making me feel agitated.

  “I’m sorry, I had a long day, and my brain doesn’t seem to be functioning. I mean no disrespect to Mr. Leiber. None at all.” I finally looked up at him and genuinely looked at him.

  Whoa, now I understood Sam’s earlier display.

  Tall dark and deliciously handsome.

  His eyes were breath taking. The most aqua blue I had ever seen.

  Shit my knees felt a bit weak. I was tall, but he towered over my 5’8”. Even in my 4-inch heel.