by Jamie Knight
A page of the magazine I was going over grazed my knee ever so lightly and made me tingle. Shivers waved over my knee, through my thighs and within my quivering womanhood, moistening at the thought of what Alexander and I had just tried to get up to in his office.
His thick wall of confidence had been shut down by my faked bravado, and he was just about to lay it down on me on his desk.
His ass and abs had felt solid and muscular, hidden from my touch by his silky garments. His lips called to me, yearning to be devoured and pampered with mine, as I felt his soul burn in pleasure and desire and want for me…
Two knocks on the door brought me back to the world. I was startled and fumbled around, for my hands had strayed and found themselves rubbing at my pussy, begging for sweet release.
“Having fun in there?”
An icy drawl filtered through the door. Nancy had obviously come to check up on my “work” progress.
“Just about done, ma’am,” I cooed, knowing how pissed she would probably get from that old lady way of addressing her. Yet she could hardly fault me for being respectful.
I hurriedly made myself look decent and walked to the door. I opened it just in time to see her fuming her ears off.
“Ma’am? What am I, your grandmother? Get to work! Or there is no paycheck for you this week,” she emphasized with a huff, and her pink nose twitched lightly to indicate her abject dislike of the situation at hand.
“Cool. When is lunch, by the way?” I asked, trying to diffuse the situation.
I had put the magazine down by then and had one hand on the door.
“It’s not even eight o’clock in the morning, and you’re already asking about food? What a heifer you are! You young bitches with your…”
She did not get to finish her statement. My fist had found a way to defy the laws of command from my brain, and had seemingly found itself hurtling forcefully through the air and into the squishy face of this woman who had just gone crazy on me.
I wasn’t the daughter of a former ring fighter for nothing.
After my near rape incident, Dad had taken his time to train me in the art of ball-crunching. And yes, it was as much fun for me as it was pain for the receiving party. My days on the mat had paid off.
Shock.
Disbelief.
Pain.
Screams.
That was the usual formula for a surprise attack on one’s person. Nancy had a broken nose, and a bloody blouse for getting on my nerves. I knew that it would not bode well with Alexander, even with our kind of relationship; even if it was anything resembling that.
But the energy of the words that came out of her mouth in the prevailing seconds was clearly unexpected.
“Security!”
That freaked the fuck out of me.
Come to think of it, who wouldn’t be freaked out?
I stood there transfixed as Nancy got out a small pen from her breast pocket and kept pushing the top of it.
Must be some kind of tech Alex supplies for his employees or something.
“Oh, you just stand there and wait, young lady. Not even the boss will save you from this shitstorm you’ve placed yourself in,” she smirked, wiping her bloody nose with her sleeve.
She looked totally unattractive right then, and even her green eyes looked more like glass.
She grabbed me forcefully by the arm and whisked me away from the corner washrooms. Nancy was surprisingly strong for a woman her age. I wasn’t going to mention it, as I saw no need to add coal to the flames, even though it incensed me just as much.
“Let go of me, woman!”
What was surprising to me was the lack of fear in me. Perhaps I thought that this was just a first day misunderstanding and that it would all go away with a wave of a finger from Mr. F himself, or maybe it was my unwavering faith in God and my beliefs that taught me to never fear what a human could do to me.
She whisked me past the scared looking employees. Some of them huddled away like pieces of mercury coming together, whispering at the events unfolding before them. I hated them all right there and then, and I wished that my rescuer would come through.
We were back at the front desk and just a few feet away from Alexander.
Oh. Come on, Alexander. You’ve got to be seeing all this drama somehow, I hastily thought.
The grip on my forearm where Nancy had grabbed onto had begun to hurt and cramp up, and I was about to knock her into the ground and leave the office complex when a ding focused everyone’s attention towards the floor’s elevators.
Security was here. The creepy one and the fat one walked through with tasers in hand and a thirst for action in their stride.
I looked back at Nancy in horror, reeling at the thought of being in a confined space with those two men. They seemed a little bit off and gave a vibe of being a bit too headstrong for security.
“Hello, missy,” whispered the creepy one.
He had small glassy beads for eyes and curled his lips in a smile, flexing the metal rod he had in the other hand.
“Finally, you’re here,” Nancy snapped. “Reggie, take this piece of trash out of this office, and…”
A certain silence rendered the air. It was uncomfortable and palpable.
Both security guards seemed a bit edgy all of a sudden.
Nancy’s words were cut off mid-sentence as she spun around to see the reason for the awkwardness in the air.
Her grip tightened even more, but not out of anger. Out of fear.
She was afraid.
Right behind us, a bespectacled six-foot-tall man with an air of arrogance and eyes filled with anger stared at the sight before him.
It was Alexander, of course.
My savior.
And his eyes were positively on fire.
“Professional, huh?” he asked, glaring at Nancy.
Chapter Twelve
Alexander
A few minutes earlier, Mr. Goodright had snapped, “Alexander, are you alright?”
I hadn’t been listening to him. My right hand was on the frame of my glasses, adjusting the outside camera remotely.
“Yeah, yeah. Give me a second.”
I was watching a scene unfolding between Valeria and Nancy. They weren’t getting along at all. Nancy had called security.
“Finally, you’re here,” Nancy was saying. “Reggie, take this piece of trash…”
That was all I had to hear from Nancy to spark an inferno inside me and swing open my office doors — Mr. Goodright and his lawyers be damned.
I stood there and glared at the back of Nancy’s head, and I knew the other employees of mine close by felt my presence. The awkward silence that ensued clammed the entire office.
The guards from the front desk eyed me cautiously. It was obvious that it took Nancy a few seconds to register what the fuck was going on, and by the time her head had stopped turning, she knew.
“Professional, huh?” I asked, albeit calmly, but with enough fire to steel every word I would utter from that moment on.
I turned on my heel and looked towards my three guests.
“It would be wise to leave the building, gentlemen. Our meeting is over. This is a matter I need to attend to.”
Mark buttoned the front of his suit and nodded in reluctant agreement. The three couldn’t have shuffled faster towards the elevator doors at the end of the hall, and left.
“Sir, this is a misunderstanding I can clear up,” Nancy started.
She was clearly expecting me to interrupt her, but I egged her to go on.
“Umm… Sir. Insubordination is what went on here. This girl here could not do the simple tasks I gave her…”
“Cleaning the toilets! That was definitely not what I signed up for, Mr. Foster! This was supposed to be an office job,” Valeria cut in.
She looked ferocious and angry and very uncomfortable with the grip around her arm.
Cleaning toilets? Wow, Nancy. You have a subtle way of making friends, I thought.
“Let her arm go, Nancy. Boys, get back downstairs. Now,” I wolfed.
In an instant, the air shifted easily.
The guards left my presence with a salute and hurried to the elevator doors, both of them looking in a hurry to go and talk, nay, gossip between themselves about the events that unfolded.
Nancy let the young lady go and waited for my instruction.
“Go clean up and take a long lunch afterwards to cool off,” I told her. “But before you go, push all my afternoon meetings to tomorrow.”
Nancy took a sideways glance at Valeria, one which was full of resentment. She walked off in a huff toward the bathroom tucked away in the corner, away from the office block.
“Nancy. We are going to have a lengthy chat when I come back. Clear?” I called, before she disappeared behind the doors.
She nodded in response, with a tinge of fear now.
Valeria was staring at me. It was just the two of us left at Nancy’s desk. All the other employees had turned back to work automatically. I paid them enough to mind their own business.
Valeria and Nancy had clearly tussled over Nancy’s jealousy towards Valeria. Valeria’s black suit coat had grip marks on it, and her sweet violet dress was a bit ruffled. She kept staring up at me and a small, sexy smile spread over her lips.
“You seriously need to wear glasses more often, Alexander,” was what she said next.
I chuckled.
“I’m sorry, Valeria. So…toilets? That’s a new one,” I trailed.
Having a conversation with this young, beautiful woman who made my stomach flip twice over was just blissful.
“Yeah,” she retorted. “That was just rude, and I couldn’t do it. I expected some temp work or something of the sort, but not plungers and cleaner fluid.”
She carefully straightened the wrinkles out of her dress.
“Alright, how about I remedy this bad morning with a proper lunch out?” I proposed.
This was making me nervous and I was so glad my sweaty hands were hidden in my pockets. I really wanted a day with Valeria, and this was a chance I could not fucking let go of.
She paused for a second, her blue eyes staring at me with consideration, her cheeky lips curving into a smile.
God, she was beautiful.
“Are you asking me out on a date by bribing me with food?” she coyly cooed, swinging her hips side to side.
Ha-ha. I’m gonna fuck you hard soon.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I am. Why don’t you get behind Nancy’s desk for five minutes while I sort out the plan in my office,” I asked, hopeful for her agreement.
She was tentative at first, and it was understandable, owing to the fact that she had just broken my secretary’s nose.
“Okay. Five minutes,” she smiled, walking gracefully towards the desk.
I went into my office and shut the door. Clapping the palms of my hands together, I breathed out the commands to bring Truman to life.
“Is everything alright, Sir? I can read your vitals spiking, just as they did earlier today in the morni…”
“Truman, I’ll need you to classify the video content of whatever happened in this office at eight in the morning. Understood?” I coughed out, cutting off the digital voice, walking towards my desk with a slight bead of sweat running down my brow.
A light beeping click confirmed it.
“It is done, Sir. Anything else I may be of service for?”
After thinking things through, I instructed, “Call Jonathan. Make the line secure.”
The phone took longer than usual while Truman dialed Jonathan over the earpiece that was still in place discreetly in my ear. It finally clicked and the other side received it.
Jonathan said hello.
“Jonathan, I need your help, man,” I drawled, looking around my empty office at the whisky that I had left unattended a while ago. I stood up to go get a glassful.
“Sir, the only thing nicer than being needed is a week away from your shenanigans,” the usual drawl of sarcasm emanated from Jonathan.
He may have been close to a beach, as I could hear seagulls and some waves rocking in the background. Perhaps he was in Hawaii.
“Regardless, how may I be of assistance?” he queried.
“Well,” I started, downing a mouthful of the good stuff, “there’s this girl… The girl…” I trailed off, hoping for an intervention.
“Of course. After so much time, you have actually made progress with that young thing from the church. What else makes you down your whisky like a first-timer?” he joked.
Damn he’s good.
“Okay, I can tell when Truman fills you in on details, Jon. You’re no detective. And just because of that, Truman…to sleep,” I commanded.
A click and buzz in the air signaled and confirmed my super computer’s hibernation mode.
A pause on the other end of the phone call signified a train of thought that I could not interrupt.
After a few seconds, I took another gulp of whisky, nervous for Jon to continue, which he finally did.
“Alexander. You haven’t taken any form of relationship seriously ever since the day your family left you,” he paused. “Perhaps it is time to see just how far your heart is willing to go. You know, when I found out that your old pal James Silva was a parishioner at that church, I took you there because I thought it could be fortuitous for you two to reconnect, and for you to find a wholesome girl to settle down with. I never knew that it would be his daughter you would have the hots for! But it seems fate had a double whammy in mind.”
Ain’t that the fucking truth, I thought to myself.
“I normally wouldn’t condone you getting with someone so much younger than you, but I know you tried unsuccessfully to wait it out, and she has always been on your mind. She reformed you while you tried not to touch her, because you couldn’t touch anyone else, either.”
That was true as well. I had thought vaguely about returning to my playboy ways, and even had the secret rooms in my house set up so that perhaps I could go find someone to take my mind off her, but it hadn’t worked. I had never used the rooms, had never been with anyone while I told myself not to get close to Valeria.
And now that I was close to her, I didn’t ever want to be away from her again.
“So, despite the unwise age difference, she sure seems to be worth your time,” Jon went on. “Be a gentleman and treat her nice, will you?”
This was exactly what I needed to hear. Words of wisdom from Jon never failed me.
I had been afraid that having Valeria at the office was getting in the way of my business but Jon was reassuring me I needed to follow my heart. It’s true that I didn’t exactly fill him in on the fact that I had her working for me now. And that if he was here to advise me against it, I never would have done something so foolish.
But I’d fill him in on that little part later. For now, I felt reassured that I needed to do whatever would keep Valeria in my life.
I stopped chugging the whisky and wiped off my lips.
“Thank you, Jon. When will you get back, by the way?” I queried, feeling a little bit better.
“As soon as I deem fit, Sir,” he said back.
“Ha-ha! You still remember who holds the paychecks, right?” I joked.
“But of course, Sir. And I trust you do remember who holds all the secrets to the vault under our house and Truman’s key codes, as well as the password to the journal I keep with your trade secrets?”
This guy is lethal.
I grinned to myself.
“Alright, Jonathan. Enjoy your holiday as you deem fit. Talk soon,” I almost cut off, when he stopped me.
“Sir, take her on a ride. A proper ride. It’s time to go full on gentleman, just as I taught you — dates and flowers. Take care of yourself, Sir,” he cut off.
I looked at the palms of my hands and realized I had stopped sweating through them. Confidence had reigned through me in that conversation that I had exchanged wi
th my wise butler, and I knew this afternoon would have to be the event of a lifetime. I was going to show Valeria my world.
Fuck it, I’m gonna go all out.
“Good idea, Jon. Take care.”
“I sure will. I’m on vacation!”
After I hung up and as I walked through my office doors, I knew what I was going to do.
The look in Valeria’s eyes when I grabbed her by the waist and swayed her into me was priceless. I pulled her into my office and shut the doors behind us.
I decided to take Valeria into a secret few people ever found out about — my private elevator to the roof. The face she had when the metal doors opened to a small metallic grey chamber was priceless, and in there I decided to show her more than just unparalleled lust. I wanted to show her my inner depth. I wanted Valeria to feel what I felt that we could not say to one another.
She grabbed me and moaned into my lips, so sensually that I could only see red. Valeria sweetly traced my lips with her tongue and sensually sucked them. Her sweet luscious scent took my breath away. I could no longer have her in my arms and not touch her whole body.
With a look of pure intensity, I asked her to push the button that stared at us as if begging to be pushed. She was slightly confused, but on eyeing the tiny cylindrical dot, her face lit up with excitement.
Ha-ha! She loves this!
She eyed me with a curious glint in her eye, not knowing what awaited us up above the ceiling of the building.
A soft feeling entwined my hand, as she took it with her own, and it was warm. Her hand had merged with mine, and we looked at each other with the same crazy emotion flowing through us, both knowing we were meant to be together, yet still with parts of our potential future shrouded in mystery.
Chapter Thirteen
Valeria
I had never seen a man so angry before.
From the moment that Nancy had called me a heifer, Alexander was there, and I could tell how much that particular remark had infuriated him. Everyone else seemed to fear his anger but me.
All I knew was that I had to talk to my best friend, Stella, soon, about the ensuing madness that had overcome my life. I had not even gone to college, and here I was working at one of the largest group of companies on the globe and in a complicated relationship with the CEO of it all.
