It seemed calm today, and barely anyone made eye contact with me, not even the newer receptionist who had been blatantly flirting with me before this. She was an attractive woman, but lacked anything else that I wanted or needed, and I was glad that my actions this morning cooled her off.
I went back to the office and checked the company accounts, pleased with where we were. There were the usual positive write-ups in the business papers and websites, and the earnings were impressive. Kenneth would be proud of me, and I smiled at the idea.
He was a good father figure to me, after losing my own dad too young. I wasn’t the spoiled brat that never wanted my mom to date or marry again, holding onto the memories of my family. I cherished them, but I wanted her happy, since she was just in her early thirties at the time of his death and still quite beautiful. She deserved a second chance at love and life, and I never stood in her way.
Now, she was traveling to some of the finest places in the world while I had control of one of the best companies in the world, one that was growing by the moment. I was guaranteed to be rich enough to live my entire life well, doing whatever I wanted.
That thought was killed by the sound of a text coming from my phone, jerking me back into reality. I snatched it from the top of my desk and unlocked the screen with my fingerprint to read the script.
Elisa: It turns out that my plans fell through on Friday. Does your invitation still stand?
Damon: It certainly does, Elisa.
Elisa: What should I wear?
Damon: I’ve found everything that you’ve worn here to be appropriate for the evening, thus far. Use your best judgment.
I sat back, pleased with myself as I thought ahead to the night. I was accustomed to wining and dining women, the ones who were worth the effort. It wasn’t often that I did this, but I had both the cash and connections to make it happen Friday night.
I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but I wanted more on this woman. I made some calls and left for lunch, pleased with my efforts. I noticed the intern, Devin, leaving with a group as he laughed confidently, unaware that I was tearing down whatever it was he wanted with Elisa. He would never be able to do what I could for her, Harvard brat or otherwise.
I wondered if he had seduced her the other night, touching the body that I wanted to claim as mine. I glared at him and stopped walking, until he turned to look in my direction and I turned to leave the building. I hated him, and I needed him to let me go about my business.
I didn’t need to trouble myself thinking of him with her, since Elisa was going to be very much mine, starting now.
I ate at a classy Italian place as I thought about Elisa and Friday night. I knew that pursuing an intern, or worse, an employee, was against every rule that was set up in the company. It was wrong, but she was worth the temptation, and it was my business to run. I could do whatever I wanted.
Elisa was arriving when I returned to work, dressed in a lovely dark green wrap dress that brought out her eyes, with the same pair of heels that she always seemed to wear. They were sexy, but worn, and I grinned as I slowed down and watched her board the elevator. I took out my phone and sent her a text, waiting for a reply before I got on my own car.
Elisa: You need my shoe size? Why?
Damon: Just tell me.
Elisa: Size 9, but I don’t know what you have in mind, Damon.
I grinned and stepped into the elevator, along with a few more upper-level employees. I greeted them with a smile and they glanced at each other for a moment. They must have thought I was bipolar sometimes, but I wasn’t, and it didn’t matter to me what they thought. I was used to shoe shopping for my mother, since she loved them, and I took great pleasure in sending her gifts.
I went to the website of her favorite store and did a little searching, finding several pairs of heels that I liked, but settling on two. I knew where she lived and found it to be a terrible area for her to live, much less one to send the finest of items to. I wondered about some of the properties that Kenneth owned as investments for a moment, knowing that he could afford less rent on some of the smaller properties. Hell, he could afford for Elisa to live for free in one of the apartments. They were fully furnished, and I could tell her that it was an employee perk, something that was true for relocating employees. There was normally on a time limit, but I knew that she’d be safer there, closer to work.
Closer to me.
I considered it as I gave the store her phone number in an email, so they could request her presence at the store. It would be a special moment that I wished I could see.
This was going to be so enjoyable. I scooted forward to start looking at apartments.
Elisa
I was leaving class the following day, dressed for my job in a plum colored pencil skirt and black blouse with a beautiful lace collar. As the weeks had passed, I had found things at some of the local thrift shops to wear and, so far, was very pleased. They were well-priced and looked good, and I wondered if Damon liked them. Shit. Damon was my boss now, and, even with all of his intensity, I knew that I shouldn’t play this game. Going out with him on Friday was idiotic on my part.
My phone rang, and I pulled it out, realizing it was my work phone. I wasn’t even due there for an hour. I answered it, not recognizing the number as I paused on the walkway and moved to the side. A woman with a friendly voice told me that she had something for me at one of the most impressive stores in the Boston area, and I frowned for a moment. “I don’t shop there. It must be a mistake,” I assured her, as I wondered what the hell was going on. Nobody had this number—nobody but Damon.
“I assure you that this is yours, Miss Moore. If I were you, I’d hurry down here because these are beautiful. Have a great day, and ask for Andrea at the shoe counter.”
I looked at the phone and shook my head. Shoes! He had asked for my shoe size, and I narrowed my eyes. What was he trying to do to me? I knew that he had money and could probably get any woman that he wanted. I stalked forward to the bus as I let anger rush through me.
This was my life. This was my future. I could handle it by myself, without his help and whatever game that he was playing.
My anger was still high as I stood in front of the building, and I took the elevator to the sixth floor. I wasn’t due in Damon’s office for a few hours, and I knew that the team needed me, but Damon needed to be put in his place. I walked toward his office, noticing the look on the receptionist’s face as I ignored her.
I had noticed that my current shoes were wearing down, but still. There were discount shoe shops, and I could get my own.
I was just approaching his door when it opened, and he stepped out, causing me to crash into him hard as I squealed. “Elisa, are you all right?” Damon asked, as he held me in his hands and stared into my flashing eyes.
“Why is Macy’s calling me to tell me to go to the damn shoe section?” I demanded, as he looked around warily before pulling me into his office. “What did you do? What are you trying to do? You’re my boss now, very literally and I—” my words were cut off with his kiss, as he pressed me against the locked door and tilted his head to take advantage of my shock.
I found my arms sliding around his neck as I pulled him closer and returned the passion in this embrace. My anger melted, and I turned into a needy woman as I felt him press harder against me. I lost all sense of reason as we kissed hungrily and only came back to reality when he lifted me and started to carry me across the room.
“Damon, we can’t do this,” I told him, as I pulled away and struggled to breathe. He was just lifting me off of the floor enough to carry me, and I felt my body being lowered to the couch. “You’re my boss…I’m your employee…I’m your intern. We can’t do this.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you are, Elisa. I haven’t wanted a woman the way that I want you in my entire life,” Damon said, as he pressed his body against mine. “I want to buy you shoes when yours are worn. I want to take you to dinner and learn who you are. I want to
touch you more than anything right now.” He looked over my body at my carefully chosen outfit and leaned in for another kiss. I couldn’t push him away, and he molded his body over mine as he ran his hands over my body and up my sides to rest just under my bra. Our lips met hungrily as he kissed me and I kissed him right back, our tongues dancing together as he slipped his thumbs over my sensitive nipples.
I jerked when he slid the shirt from the skirt and then moved his hands up my bare skin. “I’m supposed to be with the team,” I whispered, as he gave me a small break in order to find the front clasp of my bra and unhook it. “Damon, this is so fast.”
His eyes went hard when he stared at me and he cupped my bare breasts as I let out a small moan. “Is it? Did you fuck the other intern the other night when I saw you going into his house?”
“Oh, God…Damon. No,” I pushed his hands away and tried to think as he leaned down to kiss my neck. “I didn’t. He kissed me and tried to get me to sleep with him, but I wasn’t ready. He’s not you.” He pulled away and looked at me as I took a deep breath. “I agreed to see him again because it seemed like the right thing to do in everyone else’s eyes. He’s a great guy on paper, but I haven’t been able to think about anyone except you since the first time that I saw you.”
“Elisa,” Damon said, as he kissed my neck again and moved down my chest. His mouth was hot and eager as he found my nipples and sucked slowly. I moaned and slipped my hands into his hair as I closed my eyes and gave in to the feeling.
We parted before things went too far, realizing that I needed to be elsewhere in the building. An obscene amount of time had passed, and I dressed quickly and dashed into his bathroom to check my appearance. I fixed my clothes and pulled my hair into a low bun before replacing my gloss. Damon asked me to come back after three, and I agreed as he kissed my cheek with a hungry look in his eyes.
I floated into the team office and greeted them with a smile as I wondered if I was insane. I didn’t stop Damon; I encouraged him. I knew that stopping us today wouldn’t last, because he set my body on fire. I knew that I was risking everything by being with him.
I just wanted him, though, and nothing else mattered.
Brent popped in and told everyone that I was assisting Damon with a few top clients in the afternoon, but it wouldn’t affect my work with them. I nodded and forced myself back to reality as they all gave me curious glances. Once Brent was gone, Autumn cleared her throat and looked at me again. “I’d watch that. He’s…something.”
“It’s just an extension of my internship. Don’t worry about me. I’m seeing a guy at school anyway.” I made up the lie to reassure them and smiled. Inside, I suspected that she was referring to the rumors and felt angry inside that Autumn believed that. She seemed so down to Earth and invested in her job.
“It’s not a bad opportunity,” Vince chimed in, as I gave him an appreciative glance. “Maybe he’s not as bad as we all hear he is.”
There was a long silence before everyone gathered around the table again. Once we were back on subject, it was easy to fall back into a rhythm, and I sighed in relief as I felt the passion for design fill the room.
We worked until lunch, and I watched as most of the team headed out to the streets to get something to eat. Vince lingered behind, as usual, and gave me a smile. “Don’t worry about them. The boss has a reputation around here, but it is an excellent opportunity for you. I mean that.”
“Thank you. I didn’t think it was a bad thing to learn about the business side of things,” I admitted, as I stood and looked around. “Want to grab a sandwich with me?”
We walked to the corner deli and ordered before taking a seat to eat. “So, you’re seeing someone?” Vince asked, as I looked at him and nodded. I had to stick with the lie now. “Is it serious?”
“It’s new and casual. I’m in school and essentially working here, so I don’t have a lot of time for a relationship.” I saw something cross his face and realized that Vince was interested in me. I didn’t notice before, but he was staring me in the face, and I thought back to the rides home and just the general conversations.
“Weren’t you seeing someone here?” Vince pressed, and I licked my lips.
“That was brief, but yes. I ended up with this new guy during that time, and, to be honest, I find dating at work a bad idea in most cases.” I tried to let him down easily, since Vince was such a nice guy. Nobody had a chance, since I’d seen Damon, something I willingly admitted to myself now that we’d started. I knew that it was risky and that I might pay hell for this, but I knew that I wanted him.
“You’re right. I know that, but I liked you when we met. I thought, maybe …?” Vince smiled, and I saw that he wasn’t devastated. We finished lunch and walked back, feeling lighter and laughing before we made our way back to the team. They seemed better, too, and we joked and worked through the day, until it was break time.
I went to make a cup of coffee and glanced at the clock. I was due in Damon’s office, and I felt my heart leap into my throat as I nibbled on my lip. This was cleared by Brent, and it was all right. “I’ll see you guys later. I’m going to go help out.” I smiled, and they nodded as they said goodbye and walked back to the office. I grabbed my stuff and went to the elevator to go to the sixth floor.
I stepped out and walked to his office, without the anger from before, tapping on the closed door before he invited me inside. I opened the door and found a woman leaning over his desk as she pointed at something on his computer. She was a few years older than me and beautiful, and I leaned against the door and took in the scene. “Thank you for your opinion, Caroline,” Damon said, as she giggled and stood, revealing her short skirt and slightly unbuttoned shirt.
“Sure thing. Anytime,” she responded, as she looked at him, and then at me, before she left the office. I felt the surge of jealousy as I wondered what the fuck I was doing with him. The door shut behind me.
“Come in further, Elisa,” his voice broke into my scattered thoughts as I stared at him and took a breath. Every look that my team had given me today played back through my mind, and I could hear Autumn’s words all over again. “Elisa,” Damon’s voice was sharp as I blinked and watched him stand and walk over to me. Damon was gorgeous, powerful, and beyond my wildest dreams. He cupped my face in his hands. “What is it?”
“Have you had sex with her?” I asked in a whisper before he covered my lips with his and reached down to click his office door, locking me in. Damon claimed me in this kiss, hard and slow as he pressed me against the wall behind me and pulled me against him. My thoughts scrambled together, and I reached around his neck to hold him close as he kissed me senselessly.
Within moments, I was back on the couch, and he was sliding my skirt up with his hands as I shuddered underneath him. I wasn’t even sure how much time had passed, or what was happening, until I felt him cover my needy clit with his mouth as his tongue circled me slowly and torturously.
I came with a sharp jerk of my hips as I cried out his name, reaching down to grab his hair, unconsciously, as he drank me into his mouth. “Oh, Elisa, you’re as sweet and as hot as I knew you would be. I can’t wait to have you wrapped around my cock as I fuck the ever loving hell out of you.” There was a darkness to his voice as he spread my legs and traced me firmly with his finger. I jerked again and bit my lip as new sensations flooded my body, the beginnings of a second powerful orgasm.
We rested on the couch afterward for a while, and I looked at him. “Was that to distract me from the question?” Damon rolled his eyes and looked me over slowly.
“You’re going to push things with this, aren’t you?” I watched as he pushed himself off of the couch and walked into another room, looking surprisingly together, considering what we’d just done. He returned with two bottles of water and handed me one before walking over to his desk. “Do you want a rundown of my sexual history, Elisa? Are you ready for that?”
“Probably not,” I responded, before I adjusted my clothi
ng and sat up. I took a deep breath. “I know it’s quite different from mine.” His eyes were sharp as they looked at me, and I opened the water, sipping it gratefully.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” His voice was low, and I shook my head slowly.
“No, but I’m not experienced either. I’ve slept with two men, both in college,” I admitted, as he raised an eyebrow and considered this.
“So different than what I’m accustomed to, Elisa. Why do I want you so much?” Damon seemed to be asking himself that question more than me, and I remained silent as I watched him look at the seat that I was standing beside meaningfully. I sat as he stared at me in wonder. “Maybe not.”
“What do you need?” I asked him, as I tried to recover from what just happened. “I mean, today?”
“Have you ever come like that before? It looked to be intense,” Damon observed, as I smiled and looked at the floor.
“No. I didn’t know that could feel so good. I think I believed that it was…gross, before now,” I admitted, as he nodded. “I suppose you’ll want me to do the same to you.” His eyes darkened as he nodded and I licked my lips. “Don’t you want more from me now? I mean, you didn’t get anything from that.”
Damon chuckled and looked out of the window for a long moment. “There’s so much more to this than that. Forget those college boys who were looking to get off, Elisa. This is going to be different than that was. This is going to be so different.”
Damon
I instructed her on the emails that I received daily as well as attempted to return in the same twenty-four-hour period. I made a list of the most important clients and gave her free reign in setting up appointments for me, using my calendar application on my computer. It was a tedious process, but it should be easier once she adjusted to it. I made Elisa understand that she didn’t need to answer any questions regarding the company, or what we were looking for right now. Those issues could be forwarded to my personal email, which I made sure she had saved into her contacts on her phone. She looked at the account that I’d set up for her assistant purposes and smiled.
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