by Claire Angel
She took a small sip of her drink and said “I know… I mean everyone should know because you’re the boss,” she rambled quickly. I could tell she was shy because she blushed at almost everything I had to say and this information made me go mentally insane.
She bit her lower lip again but this time I ran my fingers across her lips and said “Please don’t do that, you tempt me too much,” This time her whole face was red. “My name is Katie Simmons, I’m in the mar—” I cut her off. “Marketing department. I know,” I think that I had too much to drink because when she smiled I felt a flutter of some sort in my chest.
The night was filled with small talk and laughs. I couldn’t focus on the women around me scowling at my interaction with Katie nor the envious looks coming from the men. In this moment, there was only Katie and I. And I plan to keep it that way for the whole night.
Katie refused another drink while I kept drinking and for the first time in a long time, I was drunk. I didn’t notice that I drank too much because I was too focused on the beautiful little Katie in front of me whose attention was only on me. And I enjoyed every bit of it.
I could already imagine her beneath me, moaning and squirming. Just the thought of it made my pants tightened. Usually, I got hard when women start taking off their clothes but for Katie, she could just bite her lower lip and I would get hard for her.
It was a good thing I had my driver with me because I was too drunk to even walk. But I kept my arm around Katie’s shoulders, staking my claim.
I didn’t know how but I suddenly found myself in my penthouse, alone with Katie. And the fun has only started.
Chapter 2
Katie
I couldn’t believe that the Hunter Maxwell thought I was beautiful. I, the simple Katie Simmons, who usually never gets noticed has grabbed the attention of the infamous CEO. Hunter has been my crush for a very long time, and I was in complete bliss when the Maxwell Industries hired me into their marketing department.
The first time I saw Hunter Maxwell was during a seminar back when I was in NYU. He was a speaker and I hung to every word he had to say about business. He was passionate about business as much as I am, and not to mention he’s the complete definition of Adonis. I couldn’t only say easy on the eyes because I just couldn’t get enough of him.
He had dark luscious brown hair that tumbled sexily across his forehead. A strong defined face almost as if he was sculpted by the Greek Gods. With amazing green eyes that pierces ones soul with each stare. His eyes held passion and a distant look with a hint of gentleness. I was in complete awe with the man standing on the stage. You can tell by his strong neck and broad shoulders that he had ripped body underneath his suit. And his plumped kissable lips made it hard to resist not to blurt out the word hot.
When he offered to buy me a drink and not to mention he touched my lips, I felt my heart falling and soaring all at the same time. He asked me questions as if he was truly interested in me. And I enjoyed talking to him. He seemed interested in every word I said. I even noticed the nasty glares I was given by the women around me but at the moment, I couldn’t give a damn.
I knew Hunter had a reputation of bedding women and dropping them after he sleeps with them. And as much as I want to say be different, I knew I was like every other girl for him. Even if he had the idea of bedding me tonight, I wouldn’t let myself. I’m a virgin and haven’t even had my first kiss so you know why I’m reluctant to even go to bed with a man who doesn’t want anything but sex.
It seemed as though fate had different ideas for me. I found myself stumbling into Hunter’s penthouse with a drunk Hunter. His strong arm was around my shoulders as I carried half of his weight all the way to his bed. He laughed as I groaned in relief and released him onto his bed.
Even in his drunken state, he thought I was still going to bed with him. He drank almost five glasses of scotch and God only knows how many more he had before we started talking.
“Pretty Katie, why don’t you come rest beside me? Maybe I’ll give you a massage,” he said as he patted the empty space on his bed and giving me a wink. I blushed at his words. It’s truly frustrating how I can still have feelings for such a man whore.
Even if he’s slurred and drunk he still looks breathtakingly handsome.
Hunter…” “God! I love it when you say my name,” he moaned out, this only made me blush even more. It’s scary how he has such an effect on me.
“Hunter, I’m a virgin. And as much as I like you, I won’t sleep with you.” I slowly told him but it’s as if he didn’t hear me because he was laughing. I hoped that he wouldn’t remember any of this.
I sighed to myself and started taking off his shoes. I then loosened his neck-tie and got his jacket off to make him more comfortable while he sleeps. And as I sat on his soft bed, as creepy as it sounds, I stared lovingly at his face. My heart was bursting with flutters just being this near to him. It only seems like a dream, I would wake up tomorrow and Hunter wouldn’t even know I exist.
My eyes then drifted around his penthouse. Black, white, and silver were the main colors of his home. It looked modern and expensive, and as much as it looked amazing, it didn’t have the homey vibe that every house should have. My eyes then drifted back to the man on the bed who was sound asleep.
How did I ever get this lucky to be near such a handsome man?
I bit my lower lip and gave out a girly squeal as I realized I was in his penthouse. Suddenly a groaning noise came from Hunter as his face was scrunched up into a frown and he started squirming on the bed. My whole face paled as he unconsciously took off his belt along with his pants. Revealing his black boxers. I quickly averted my gaze trying not to stare at what could lie between his strong legs.
I’ve never been on a man’s bed before nor have I ever been on a bed with a half-naked man. Only one thing was left to take off of him, his shirt. My hands trembled as I started unbuttoning his white shirt. My hands were slow but the simple gesture seemed extremely erotic to me.
Since when did I ever have the guts to do such a thing?
I mean I practically change my younger siblings to their pajamas while they’re sleeping. But to change a grown man? And not mention, my ultimate crush. I was torn between feeling euphoria or complete embarrassment.
Once I unbuttoned all of his buttons and parted the way of his shirt revealing his chest and stomach I couldn’t help but widening my eyes. I felt nauseous but I couldn’t remove my eyes from his strong built body. His six-pack only made me want to faint exaggeratingly.
I fanned myself with my hand as I felt myself getting hot by just staring at him. I couldn’t remove his arms from his sleeves since he was too heavy and I was just a small weakling. But I could put up a fight if needed to.
Knowing how hangovers are like, I decided to make him some soup when he wakes up. I might overstep the line by touching his kitchen but even though he ended up drunk, I still had a great time with him. I wanted to repay him.
I made him some chicken noodle soup from scratch. I also made him a berry shake filled with banana, berries, and a hint of cinnamon. I was good in making shakes for all sorts of feelings and needs in life. I put the soup in a bowl, the shake in the fridge, and took two aspirins from my bag and left them on the table. I wrote a letter for him.
Hunter. Thanks for the great time! I’ve made some soup and a berry shake is in the fridge. Here are some aspirins for your hangover. Hope you get well! –Katie
With one look at a sleeping Hunter, I left his penthouse.
Chapter 3
Hunter
A loud knock echoed throughout the room. Disturbing my well needed sleep. Not only a loud pounding was coming from the door but my head as well was pounding with waves of pain.
I hardly remembered what happened last night. I knew I shouldn’t have drank too much but sometimes I forget that scotch isn’t water. Scotch often helps me forget how alone I am or how a girl could act so clingy. Scotch helped me through a lot but it definit
ely doesn’t help me during mornings.
My hands roamed my bed in search for a woman’s body only to feel the emptiness of my bed. I frowned as I peeked through my eyes to see her in the bathroom or kitchen but only to find out that I was alone. This wasn’t normal.
I noticed I was only in my boxers and my shirt was unbuttoned but for some reason my groin felt like it didn’t get any action last night. This is definitely not normal.
The knock on my door was getting impatient and I winced a bit at my throbbing head as I made my way towards the door. “What?” I greeted as I swung the door open. “Hey! How’s the lucky man?” Cody greeted me as he walked into the apartment like he owned the place. “What are you talking about?” I asked.
“You came home last night with Katie,” he said. Cody’s smile suddenly disappeared as he grabbed what seemed to be a paper from my kitchen counter. Cody gave out a whistle and said “Lucky man,” I frowned as I made way towards him and snatched the paper out from his hands.
Thanks for the great time!
Great time? How could she have a great time when nothing happened? Is this some sort of trick? I got the shake from the fridge and took the aspirins with it. My eyes widen as my taste buds was suddenly attacked by the sweetness of the shake. It’s like I couldn’t get enough of the shake. It tasted like heaven.
I reheated the soup in the microwave and devoured it once it’s done. One thing I’m sure about Katie is that she can make a heavenly shake and one mean chicken noodle soup.
“Damn man! Where can I get a girl who can sleep with me and make me breakfast and hangover cures?” Cody sat at the counter. Impressed by Katie’s gesture. “That’s the problem man… I didn’t sleep with her,” I mumbled the last part. “What?” he didn’t hear me.
“I didn’t sleep with Katie,” I was disappointed in myself. Cody and I sat there in silence before I came to a conclusion. “I think something’s wrong with Katie. I mean… this hasn’t happened before. Katie must’ve been into girls or married,” Because come on! Who can’t resist me?
“Dude, you know that Katie isn’t like other girls?”
“What do you mean by other girls?” I asked.
“Girls who usually find you attractive will throw themselves at you at the first chance they got. Katie on the other hand, admired you from the distance. For all we know, Katie could be a virgin or nun for all we know,” he explained.
The day passed slowly and all my thoughts were consumed by a certain brunette. Not only did she make the most heavenly shake and soup but she also changed me and even bathed my body with rag. Who knew the simplest of things could be so erotic? And only Katie has made me feel such things.
It bothered me that I didn’t sleep with her. Instead she took care of me like I was a small child. My heart skipped a beat at thought of her taking care of me. The little vixen taking care of me. I love the sound of that.
I sat at my desk listening to my secretary telling me about some broker buying our stock since our stock recommendation is rising. But his words ran through one ear and out the other. I couldn’t concentrate at all. This woman was doing absolutely nothing and yet here I was losing my freaking mind over her.
Her angelic laugh echoes through my mind like damn broken record player. I remember touching her soft creamy skin that sent warmth throughout my whole body igniting a flaming want for her. I groaned as I just realized that I sounded like a lovesick puppy.
Then my mind started wondering why she didn’t sleep with me and just the thought of her in love with another sent me into a deep rage of anger. Just the thought of some other guy touching her. Touching what’s mine! I knew I was shaking with anger. But I couldn’t help it, I felt possessive over her.
Just imagining her coming home to some other guy made me even angrier. Touching her waist, touching her neck, kissing those kissable innocent lips.
She’s mine!
“Sir?” My secretary finally noticed that I wasn’t listening to him. He also looked terrified as I was seething.
“Cancel all my appointments today,” I snapped as I stood up and started walking out of my office but before my secretary could object I was already on my way to the marketing department.
What’s this woman doing to me?
Is she some kind of witch that casted me upon her spell?
Ever since last night, every breath I took felt like a new day. She made me feel absolutely free and at the same time she had me wrapped around her little finger.
No other girl made me feel such depths of my heart. What does she have that no other girl has?
When I entered the floor to the marketing department, some employees stopped and stared at me since I never made my way here unless someone was about to lose their job. I see some of my employees shaking in fear but I felt determined. My whirled around in search for the brunette beauty.
I then faced a trembling young man staring at me like I was the devil himself. “Katie Simmons?” Instead of saying anything, the young man raised his trembling hand and pointed at a certain direction. I gave a thankful nod at him as I started walking towards the direction he pointed in.
Before I could call out her name I saw a young woman bending over the desk and for some reason, I instantly knew it was Katie. She wore a tight pencil skirt and her cute bubbly ass was facing me as she arranged something in the cabinet below. I groaned in both pleasure and pain since I knew that ass was untouchable… at the moment.
“Katie?”
Catching her off guard. She yelped as she spun around to look at me. Fuck. She looked absolutely ravishing. She wore a white button up shirt with a few opened buttons giving me a small glimpse of her cleavage. Her beautiful hair was in a bun held by chopsticks and she wore big black rimmed glasses and it only made her even sexier.
I could already feel my pants getting tighter. “Hunter… Uh, I meant Mr. Maxwell.” She corrected herself. Clearly, surprised to see me here. I could feel dozens of eyes on us but the only thing that mattered was the young Bambi like girl in front of me.
“May I help you Mr. Maxwell?” she asked as she finally calmed herself and pulled her shirt giving me more access to her cleavage. I was completely under her spell and mesmerized by her innocent look. She was so intoxicating, it’s becoming addicting.
“Will you come to dinner with me?” I blurted out. I’m in too deep that there’s no turning back.
Chapter 4
Katie
Did I hear right? The Hunter Maxwell was asking me out to dinner?
I could feel my cheeks burn up and I don’t believe it’s butterflies anymore in my stomach because it feels like a zoo down there. My long time crush was asking me out but when it slowly sunk in that Hunter was asking me out, I knew I was nothing more than a conquest.
Hunter doesn’t do dinners with women. As far as I know. He was known to use women to his sexual desires and throw them aside like they were nothing. I couldn’t let him do that to me.
I gave him a polite smile hoping my kind rejection won’t cost me my job. “I do apologize Mr. Maxwell but I’m quite busy and not to mention I work for you. It would be inappropriate.” I have to think of more excuses, just in case.
“Okay… you’re fired,” he said emotionless. My jaw dropped as I heard gasps around the room. Tears were pricking my eyes. I’ve worked so hard to be where I am today. But the tears never came and my sadness turned sour. I frowned at him and said “You can’t fire me because I won’t go out with you! That’s irrational and immature of you.” Who knew I had such fire?
He smirked and I held the urge to swoon. “Ms. Simmons, it is Ms. Simmons, right?” he asked if I was single.
“What’s it to you?” I asked as I folded my arms. He chuckled and all I wanted to do was make a pillow out of his chuckles and cuddle it. “How about this Ms. Simmons, you can keep your job but you have to go out to dinner with me?” he suggested.
I have to keep this job. If other companies hear word that I got fired from Maxwell Industries
by Mr. Maxwell himself, then I doubt I’ll ever get another marketing job.
“Fine,” I gave him a stern answer. He smirked and before I knew it he grabbed my hand and started dragging me out of the office.
“Mr. Maxwell—” “Please, call me Hunter.” He said.
I bit my lower lip as we entered the elevator. “Hunter, it’s barely three in the afternoon. I thought I agreed to dinner?” I pointed out.
“Why wait when we can start dinner now?” was all he said. I could be just one of his collection of girls but it doesn’t mean that I won’t enjoy the sensation of his warm hand holding mine. To be honest, he could drag me anywhere and I wouldn’t complain. I blame my hormones!
We arrived at a fancy restaurant and I’ve never felt more out of place with what I’m wearing. But the way that Hunter is looking at me, made me feel like I belong right where I am.
“So tell me Katie, why marketing?” he asked as he already ordered for the both of us. “Well… it wasn’t my first choice. But my parents thought it would make good money. I originally wanted to take up culinary but my parents don’t really agree with me.” I admitted.
“Yeah, but you’re an amazing cook. Even if I just tasted your soup and shake. They’re amazing! Almost better than my head chef’s cooking,” he commented and I knew that I was blushing. I enjoyed cooking but it was my first time cooking for somebody else other than myself. And I can’t tell you how much it meant to me when he said it was amazing.
“So you took marketing? You could’ve pursued culinary afterwards?” he asked. “I’m passionate about both actually. The more I learned about marketing the more I fell in love with it. I could always cook but I would love to do marketing for the rest of my life.” I said.
There was something in his eyes. A sparkle? And being here tonight talking to the man of my dreams felt so surreal. I was having the time of my life but as I thought that I wasn’t somebody special to him, it broke my heart.
