“Hey, girl. Good to see you,” Autumn greeted me, as I smiled and looked at the group scattered around in chairs, trying to work on a design.
There was Brianne, a platinum blonde who was a new graduate from Harvard. She was twenty-three and quiet, but I thought that it might take time to get to know her. There was Vince, an unattractive guy with dark hair and big brown eyes who was obviously passionate about his work. He seemed to have an energy level that never faded, at least from what I’d seen. Landon was a surfer type who seemed subtle in his talent, but who was welcoming to me.
The last guy was Michael, and I was convinced that he was a gamer during his off hours. Though it wasn’t my thing, I didn’t judge people for what they did. If it made them happy and didn’t hurt anybody, then they were welcome to it.
We talked as we went over the new project, which was a museum in New York City. It was going to be massive and called for a contemporary design. I already knew that their buildings cost millions, sometimes, to build with all of the detail, and these people who I now worked with did very well doing this job. Elkus was a generous company that worked hard to keep their talent, and not a person that I was watching today seemed unhappy. They seemed motivated, like I wanted to be when I was done with school and working a job.
They came down to a mutual decision, and Autumn started to draw it out as they looked over her shoulder. I sat and watched, caught up in the moment before I glanced out into the hallway and saw Brent talking with Damon, their faces close together. I stared for a moment before I blinked and looked back at the group as they pointed at something and laughed. “Come on over,” Landon told me, and I smiled as I stood.
I felt like a part of them as I watched, and even suggested a few things. We had so many details about the project to work with, and it was fun to discuss, until Autumn dropped her pencil and took a deep breath. “I need a damn coffee. I was up brainstorming most of the night about this shit.”
“Come on. Group break,” Michael decided, as they stood and looked at me. I giggled as we went to the break room and made coffee in the Keurig one-by-one, as we talked about the city and what we did outside of work. I was the only student, of course, but they were all understanding about it.
I walked to the elevator at seven o clock, tired, but in the best way possible. I was smiling when I got in and leaned against the wall as someone slipped their hand between the closing doors. I looked as they opened again and Damon walked inside, staring at me. “How was your first day, Miss Moore?” His voice was rough, and I felt my body respond immediately as I dropped back against the wall.
“It was great. This whole place is so…enlightening,” I told him, as I felt the smile taking over my face. “You can call me Elisa. I practically work for you now.”
Damon looked pained as he pressed the button and we moved down towards the lobby. “Fine, Elisa. You can call me Damon as well,” he choked out, as I looked at him.
“Are you okay?” I asked him, as he dropped his eyes to the floor. He was gorgeous even as pain crossed his face, and I got lost in him. I had a boyfriend in high school, and we did all of the stuff that a couple was supposed to do, so I wasn’t a virgin, or completely inexperienced here. I had an idea of what was happening, but this was powerful. It was consuming, and I blinked as he lifted his eyes to mine.
“I need you to focus on your team and I need to not see you, Elisa. It’s for the best.” The doors opened and he was gone as I stared at his ass that was walking away from me. What just happened?
I stepped off of the elevator and shook my head. Autumn was talking to a tall guy with dirty blonde hair, and she glanced over at me. “Hey, Elisa. This is the other intern, Devin. He’s from Harvard.”
I stepped forward and forced a smile on my face as he reached a hand out to me. “Pleased to meet you, Elisa. I guess we’re the lucky ones.”
Damon’s words played through my head again, and I forced myself to look into Devin’s warm green eyes, darker than mine, and trustworthy. He didn’t look like I was making him ill, like Damon had. “We sure are. I think this is going to work out very well.”
“A few of us were going for drinks. Would you like to join us?” Autumn asked, as I thought about the low balance in my bank account.
“Maybe just one,” I replied, as she grinned and led us out of the door. Devin followed us, and I felt his eyes on me as we went through the door. He was a handsome guy, and seemed kind. Maybe he wasn’t a bad idea, coming from Harvard and all.
We hit up a bar around the corner, where I paid for one drink, and Devin covered the rest. I don’t know if he could see the panic on my face back in the building, but I appreciated his kindness, and I sipped the cocktail as I thought about my budget. This seemed natural to them, and I wanted to be a part of the team. I just needed a few more hundred dollars in my account to keep up with them.
We left the bar some hours later, and I realized that I had spent my cash on the drink and couldn’t get home. My apartment was several blocks away, and I bit my lip as I stared down the street.
A Bentley drove past me on the nearly empty street as I looked over to see Devin and Autumn slipping into separate cabs. They waved, and I smiled and waved back before I turned to start walking. I sighed and thanked my earlier self for wearing flats as I thought about the fifteen daunting blocks to the apartment. I wondered if I could just sleep at the Elkus building for the night, since it was right around the corner.
The couches there were more comfortable than my bed. It was quieter, too.
I walked and knew that the fancy car was still beside me as I stared forward. “Elisa? Are you walking?” I looked over to see a cab with Devin hanging out of it. “Want a ride?”
I looked past the cab to see the Bentley’s window lower just enough for me to see Damon’s simmering eyes. My mouth dropped open.
“Elisa?” I looked back at Devin and smiled weakly.
“I’d love it. I’m out of cash, but I’ll pay you back tomorrow?” I offered, as Devin waved his hand and said something to the driver. At the bar, I’d learned that his family was wealthy and paying for school for him, as well as his apartment and life in general. The cab pulled over, and Devin hopped out and opened the door as I watched the window hiding Damon from the world roll back up, the car speeding off into the night.
What the hell was going on? I slipped into the cab beside Devin and closed the door as the driver asked where I lived. I told him, and he pulled away from the curb as Devin slipped an arm around my shoulder. This was a guy who was interested in me, as far as I could tell. A night at the bar wasn’t deep, but he’d paid for several drinks for everyone and chatted a lot with me. I assumed that was how it worked out there, but I was too stubborn to go for it. I was focused on school and the end game, and I worried too much about my mother.
I let myself smile as we drove down the road, music playing loudly as Devin laughed at something that had happened that night. I didn’t want to think about the confusion surrounding Damon, who seemed like he was in pain earlier today, yet appeared to be following me home…in a Bentley! Damon had a driver like one of those crazy rich guys who you hear about on the news, but then I remembered. He was a millionaire in the high numbers and probably close to being more. Family money and success made him a wealthy man at a young age, which was all the more reason for me to get him out of my head.
The cab stopped in front of my building, and I saw the look that Devin gave me as I looked up at him. “Can I walk you up?”
“Sure,” I replied, as I slipped out of the cab and told the driver to wait for a moment.
I saw the Bentley across the street, parked with the window rolled down as Devin slipped his hand over my lower back. I felt scared inside, scared of my feelings as well as what was happening here.
Part 2
Damon
I watched Elisa get into the cab with the other intern and my blood boiled as they drove away. I barked at Mark to follow them and felt his eyes on me as he s
tarted the car and pulled out onto the street. “Who is she?” His voice was low, but I knew that he was wondering why I was into Elisa, since I usually kept women separate from any other part of my life. I went to great lengths to do that most of the time, but I felt like a man obsessed as I peered through the windshield to see the lights of the car.
“An intern,” I responded, feeling his gaze again. Mark was in my inner circle, and he knew my routine, so he knew that interest in an intern was something very different for me. I amazed many men when I told them I didn’t fuck at work, even though we had some beautiful women there. Beauty was a requirement for me when I hired, but not for my own personal reasons. I just wanted a beautiful face greeting clients and visitors.
I can’t count the number of times that the women hit on me, though. It went from casual flirtation to walking into my office to find a woman naked on my desk. People talk no matter what the company they work for, and I refuse to make any of the endless gossip a reality. I’d heard some of it. There was talk that I impregnated a woman two years ago, and paid her to disappear, as well as a rumor that I had an affair with a married receptionist and ruined her marriage.
Lies. People talked too much.
I kept my eyes on the cab as it turned and Mark kept up. I had no idea what I was going to do once this car stopped, but I had to have a glimpse into Elisa’s life. I also wanted to see if the cocky intern went inside with her, a thought that made my skin crawl. I hated the idea of anyone’s hands but mine on her body, and my cock hardened in my pants.
I saw the cab pull up and ordered Mark to park across the street, where I moved to the window and rolled it down to watch everything that happened. I noted that her apartment was not in a good part of town and that concerned me. I watched as Devin got out of the cab before helping Elisa out. He smiled at her as he asked something, and I leaned closer as she nodded and looked back at my car. I knew she knew that I was inside, essentially stalking her. Her eyes widened when they met mine in the dim light from the street. Elisa turned her head, and I clenched a fist as Devin placed his hand on her lower back and started up the steps with her.
Was she going to fuck him tonight? Did he expect her to?
They disappeared into the building, and I settled back into the seat. “Take me home.” Mark drove away, and I closed my eyes as I tried to sort my feelings about this woman and the way that she got to me. I pushed away the image of her on her knees as the intern fucked her from behind the way I longed to do. I remained quiet as we made our way back to my house and then got out at the curb.
“I’ll see you early tomorrow, sir,” Mark told me as I nodded and met his gaze. Could he see that I was coming unraveled? I walked up the steps and greeted the doorman as he held it open for me, before taking the elevator to my apartment.
Looking at the clock, I realized that it was past one in the morning. I knew that I should sleep, but was feeling like a manic. I strode into my office to get the laptop that was on the desk. I brought it to my room, warming it up on the bed as I stripped my clothes off and glared at my erection. I ran a hand through my messy hair and dropped onto the mattress to log onto the computer, find my favorite porn site, and try to work this out of my system. It was a hardcore site, and I skimmed the different types of entertainment before I found the amateur category. I clicked and watched videos made by people in various settings that were rough and sometimes sloppy, finding myself stroking my cock as I watched a woman who looked like Elisa get spanked by one man while another held her still and fucked her face. Her moans around his hard cock were making me harder as I moved my hand faster and dropped my head back.
Elisa replaced the woman in the grainy video as I found myself coming closer to release. It was me inside of her mouth as she looked at me with her big eyes, swallowing the load that I shot into her throat, instead of onto my stomach. It was me who was tugging her back and driving my cock inside of her as screams filled the room.
In reality, I was alone and covered in my own sticky semen. I pushed the computer away and went to shower to put myself back together as anxiety raced through my veins. I hated this feeling, and I reluctantly walked over to the drawers at the sink and opened one slowly. There had been a time when I took pills to calm down, a time when things were too much. I pulled out the bottle and took a deep breath before washing one down with a glass of water.
I slept poorly, at best, but was awake and running early regardless of that fact. I needed to burn energy, and I ran faster, passing everyone before I went to the gym and did my kettle bells. I worked out a little harder and took another shower before choosing another suit to wear to work, making sure that my appearance was perfect. Regardless of what was going on inside of my head, nobody at my company would ever see it.
Mark was at the curb with coffee, and I sipped it as I threw myself back into my routine, desperate for normality again. It was all good until I stepped out of the car and saw the man from the night before walking inside the building, laughing with someone as he made his way to the elevator. I followed from a distance, barely saying anything to anybody as I boarded another car than the one he was on and made a mental note of his appearance. He was tall and lankier than I was, with an arrogant smile and messy darker blonde hair. I didn’t see much else, but I hated the mother fucker and wanted him gone.
On the sixth floor, I got out and strode to my office. I had a list of the new interns there that I was going to check to find out his name. That was my first order of business, before I focused on any other part of my day, and I slammed the door closed as I walked to my desk.
I knew that I wasn’t liked here, so the gesture didn’t bother me. I preferred that they avoid me with the mood that I was in, causing me to shake another pill into my hand before I let this jealous rage take me over.
Elisa
Devin opened the door to the dingy lobby of my building as my heart pounded. He seemed confident in the fact that he was going to get somewhere with me, but I didn’t want that, even if I hadn’t lived with so many people. “Thanks for walking me in, Devin. I’d love to invite you in for a drink, but I have roommates,” I told him, as he reached a hand around my waist to stop me from walking.
What was Damon doing out there? Watching us? Did he follow me home? I didn’t know whether I should be terrified of him or turned on, but the latter was currently winning, and Devin was not going to benefit from it.
“How many?” He asked smoothly, as I narrowed my eyes.
“Several, since we’re all in college together. Just saving some money, you know. I don’t have company over,” I replied, as he eyed the entrance to the lobby.
“Want to go to my place? I live alone,” I knew what he was getting at, and I shook my head slowly.
“It’s late, Devin.” It’s late, and I don’t do one-night stands, much less one-night stands with people that I work with.
“Can I take you out sometime? I had a good time with you tonight.” His eyes sparkled as he shifted his attitude and I pressed my lips together. “I come on strong sometimes, and I know that. I’m just into you, but we can take this slow. How about dinner Friday night?”
I reasoned that there was nothing wrong with dinner, in theory. It was a public place, where I could get to know Devin further and see where this could go. I shouldn’t trash the guy because I had some kind of weird thing for a boss that I could never have, right?
“Sure, I’d like that,” I told him, as a handsome smile graced his face. I wanted it to do something for me, but sadly there was no reaction inside that didn’t have to do with Damon.
“We’ll talk at work tomorrow and plan something.” Devin leaned down and brushed my lips with his so softly that there was barely any contact. It was a good move, but again, I felt nothing. “I’ll see you to your door. “ He kissed me again at the door after I unlocked it and I told him good night before I closed it and locked it.
I walked quietly through the small rooms and cleaned up in the tiny bathroom before slidi
ng through my door and out of my work clothes. I always slept in a big t-shirt, and I glanced over to make sure that Melody was asleep. She was. I could hear the sound of the ocean waves that she preferred going to sleep to when she was alone, as well as the noise from the street below. I slipped under the thin covers and found my headphones under my pillow. I plugged them into the phone and wondered what to do with the throbbing between my legs.
I clipped one over my ear and played some classical music as I brought up the internet. My phone plan sucked anywhere other than here, where I had Wi-Fi, and I had to make the best of the situation.
I pulled my knees up and searched for erotic stories, thinking that might do the trick. I liked the books that I’d read in the past, but I wasn’t about to pull one out right now. There had to be something online to read.
There! I found something that seemed to offer erotic tales, as well as a variety of something else. I chose the hottest thing I could search for and scanned the titles and descriptions, as I wondered what Damon was into. He looked like he would know just what to do with a woman, and I found a story that involved spanking before I clicked on it.
It was immediately hot, and I bit my lip as I read about the woman bent over the desk as her skirt was lifted, conveniently showing a thong. I never wore those, but it suited the story, right? I let my hand trace over my conservative cotton underwear as I devoured the words and started to stroke myself. I was careful to stay quiet and bit down hard on my lip as she was getting pummeled by his hand. I imagined the hand belonging to Damon as I was on the desk. Holy shit, what was wrong with me? I’d never even done anything close to this in bed, since my one encounter with a fellow nerd in his room during high school had been awkward and not enjoyable. It was at the point that I chose to focus on school.
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