Satisfied 2X

by Nicole Elliot

  I exhaled the breath that I’d been holding in and tapped my pen nervously on the desk. Okay. So now I needed to learn more about LQT.

  I wanted to pitch to Oliver Talon and get the bid to decorate the interior of the hotel. I had to figure out what his company was all about and tailor my presentation and portfolio so I could convince him to hire me.

  I went onto the website of LQT, hoping to learn more about them so I would see what the best approach in this situation was.

  After half an hour, I gathered all the information that I needed. Strangely enough, there was no photo of Oliver Talon, and I found myself wondering what he looked like. From what I could gather in their bio, LQT had three owners and all of them were young. It was impressive that they started LQT right after leaving the military, and the business was apparently booming these days.

  If they were expanding and getting more influential, working for them on this project would mean even more for my career.

  Okay. I could do this. I would show Oliver Talon I was smart and competent and he would have no other choice but to take me as his designer for the project.

  Four

  Oliver

  “Fuck yeah, man! You nailed it!” Grant told me and patted me on the shoulder.

  I looked at my friend whom I trusted the most. “You can be damn sure I did,” I answered back, taking a long sip of my drink.

  Several days had passed since I secured the bid for the run down hotel, and I was in the middle of a meeting with Grant and the real estate team in the board room.

  Everyone was congratulating me on getting the winning bid for the hotel. We were drinking bourbon straight for this occasion, and I had to admit I felt really good and excited about this. There was nothing better than that feeling of getting something I really wanted. And I always got what I wanted.

  “And considering how many bidders participated, this is a big win.” Grant winked.

  “Yes. That building is very popular, and I wonder why its previous owner didn’t put it earlier for sale. It’s a shame he left it just like that.”

  “This sale came in the right time. That area is attractive to contractors these days,” Bradley, one of the agents told me. “It’s no wonder that sale was all over the news.”

  “Right. I knew securing that bid was going to be tough, but I did it, so kudos to me.”

  “Well, that is hardly a surprise, Oliver,” Bradley said. “You are always good with these things.”

  “Yeah, man,” Grant agreed. “This is just one of your many conquests. You really have some skills.”

  I grinned and shoved left hand into my pocket. “Of course, I do. What did you think? That I was fooling around here?” I took another sip of my bourbon.

  “As if. Of us three, you are the one who works the most. Seriously, man, smile a little. I bet you are already thinking about all things that are needed to be done, right?”

  I shrugged my shoulders, knowing how right he was.

  Grant was a capable businessman. He was smart and hard working, and he was also a chick magnet. It was no wonder since he was very muscular, much more than me—even though I was pretty muscular myself—and his dark brown hair and gray-blue eyes represented an attractive combination for the ladies.

  Recently, he got married, so now he had eyes for only one woman. This meant that he wasn’t able to join Colten and me in our sexual conquests, and it wasn’t so fun without him, but that was what you got when you got married—you had to say goodbye to your freedom.

  “Well, somebody has to do it.”

  “Yeah, but take some time to enjoy the sweet, sweet victory.” He rubbed his thumb repeatedly over the tip of his forefinger and middle finger.

  I rolled my eyes. Grant and his millions.

  “This project and a few others we managed to start this year are going to strengthen our position on the market.”

  “How is that third hospital project going?” I asked Grant, referring to third project LQT had with the health network HealthUp. We’d gained a lot of profit from the first hospital, and they had asked us to work with them on another two.

  “Excellent. I didn’t even doubt it would be any different,” Grant bragged. “Things are going pretty smoothly at this point, and we are negotiating about expanding our contract. They are proving to be our most reliable client so far.”

  “That is great. Colten told me everything is going well on the site for the mall project.”

  “Ah, yes. That mall is about to get finished in a month.”

  “The prices of lots in that area are on the rise at the moment,” Tom, the other real estate agent, said. “By the time we finish with the construction, it would be perfect to sell it. The prices could reach their all-time high.”

  Grant chuckled. “Perfect. Man, we are the winners. This hotel is going to bring us a lot too,” Grant grinned and emptied his glass in one gulp.

  “And there is nothing better than money, right?” Bradley asked, stretching his legs in his chair.

  “Well, if you asked me this before, I would say yes, but now I have to say you are wrong. My Madison is the best.”

  I rolled my eyes again and shook my head. Madison Layne was Grant’s wife. They had met when she came here to work as an extra help for that hospital project we’d been doing for HealthUp. She was a beautiful, petite blonde and she’d proved to be a good worker—smart, skilled, and diligent. Soon after they met, they started dating, and I had to admit they were perfect for each other.

  Now they were madly in love, and I couldn’t help but notice that Grant was a changed man. Literally. He had eyes for Madison only and they couldn’t take their hands off each other. For someone who had been obsessed with work, Grant surely didn’t stick with that obsession anymore. Now he had a new one.

  “How is Madison these days?”

  Madison was about to give birth to their first child, and she was currently on her maternity leave. Recently, all Grant liked to talk about was his wife and their unborn son. I already learned everything there was about the child delivery methods and breathing techniques during labor. Grant was very nervous and too worried for his wife these last few weeks.

  “She is good. She is a bit tense, because her due date is approaching, but so far everything is going well.”

  “Good. I can’t wait to see Grant junior.”

  Grant’s smile became wider. “Me either, man.”

  Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and my assistant stepped into the board room.

  “I am sorry to interrupt your meeting, Mr. Talon, but there is someone who came here to discuss the recent hotel you purchased.”

  I raised my eyebrows, wondering who they might be and what they wanted. “Okay. Send them in.”

  She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  “Hm, someone is here already?” Grant remarked, looking at me curiously.

  I leaned against the table and crossed my fingers together. The next moment, the door opened again and a gorgeous brunette walked in. It took me a second to recognize her as the woman I’d run into at the hotel, and my whole body tensed.

  Today she was wearing a grey suit, which looked serious and strict as the previous one, but it also hugged her body too tightly, revealing just how sexy she was. She wasn’t wearing any stockings, and my mouth became dry from just watching those long legs. My cock twitched, suddenly becoming harder.

  I had a hard time believing this. What was she doing here?

  After that day, I would occasionally think about her, despite my efforts to let it go. Her pretty heart-shaped face and striking green eyes had been popping up in my mind when I least expected it, and yes, I even imagined her mouth on my cock several times. I didn’t lie when I said her mouth was good for that.

  She was holding her briefcase in her hand, which reminded me that she was one of those bidders. She surely wanted to come here and protest about me getting that building.

  I curled my fists, irritated with my reaction to her. I forced myself to forg
et how beautiful she was. She was my rival.

  Her eyes finally moved from Grant and our real estate team to me, and she visibly tensed, her eyes growing larger when she noticed me in the room.

  “You!” she blurted out, suddenly becoming pale.

  I raised one eyebrow. “Me.”

  Soon anger replaced her shock, and she became rigid. “What are you doing here?”

  I opened my mouth to answer, but suddenly my mind went blank. My eyes went down her body again, and I couldn’t stop staring. There was something attractive about the way she kept her posture now. This was weird, because usually I wasn’t attracted to such serious chicks as she was, but she was different. My cock grew even harder and the next moment I felt too hot.

  “I am one of the people who own this place.”

  She blinked several times and her lips parted in surprise. “What?”

  “Yes. So the more important question is what are you doing here?”

  I could see Grant and others looking between us two with curiosity and confusion, but I didn’t bother to explain. My eyes zeroed in on her lips that she’d just licked nervously, and I almost groaned.

  Shit. She was too much. I was so turned on by her that I’d already created a fantasy with her in my mind.

  I pushed her onto the board room table and striped her off all those clothes that suited some female in fifties more than they would ever suit such a young, beautiful woman like her. Not wasting a second, I took off my own clothes and let my erection sprung out. She was begging me with her eyes to make her mine, and I was so hard for her that I couldn’t go slowly. I had to make her scream as I took her sweet, little pussy.

  I claimed that hot mouth that belonged around my cock and thrust my tongue deep into her throat as I let my hands roam all over her smooth body. Her soft breasts fitted my hands perfectly. I lowered my head and sucked her nipple into my mouth. I didn’t take my eyes of hers as I lapped her hard bud, positioning myself in between her legs that were spread widely.

  “I’m going to fuck you real hard,” I told her, pulling her body against mine. I began grinding against her small, wet pussy, getting hotter as her juices trickled down onto my balls.

  “Yes. Fuck me.”

  I grabbed her neck and squeezed it slightly, enjoying the way her eyes flashed with lust. She wanted me to control her. “You didn’t say please.”

  She moaned. “Please!”

  I thrust into her violently and groaned loud when her pussy squeezed my dick like a fist.

  “You are so tight, angel.”

  I began my hard rhythm, pushing her against the surface of the table and bringing her legs onto my shoulders.

  “Ah!” She screamed as I pushed deeper into her.

  “Is this deep enough for you?”

  “No... I want deeper.”

  I chuckled darkly. “You didn’t say please.”

  “Please. Please, Oliver, fuck me harder!”

  I brought her ass high in air, raising her lower body from the table, and fucked her faster. Her pussy was so warm and wet, enabling my cock to slide in smoothly, and it made the sloshing sounds that were driving me mad, pushing me over the edge too soon...

  “I’m cumming!” I cried out, spurting into her loads and loads of my hot cum until it dripped from her sweet pussy...

  “Hey, man. Wake up,” I could hear Grant’s voice coming from the distance, and I winced, snapping out of my fantasy. Shit.

  “Yes?” My voice came out hoarse. I was completely hard now, and I clenched my teeth together. This was not what I needed at the moment.

  She was still standing there and she was staring daggers at me.

  Where were we? Ah, yes.

  “What are you doing here?” I repeated my question.

  She looked at me in disbelief, her eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. “I just answered you that!”

  I shoved my hands into pockets. She did?

  Right. She probably did, but I was all lost in my little fantasy with her. My dick throbbed painfully, reminding me that it needed its release badly.

  “Um, I see there is some tension between you two. I think it’s best for us to leave you now, Oliver,” Grant said and stood up. Bradley and Tom got up too, and several seconds later they were out of the board room, leaving this mysterious woman and me alone.

  “Oliver?” she muttered, shock lacing her words.

  “Yes. I’m Oliver Talon. Now that I’m paying attention, will you finally tell me who the hell are you?”

  Five

  Alexandra

  Oh my God. I swallowed the lump in my throat and wondered what I’d done to be this unlucky? I couldn’t believe I was standing in front of Oliver Talon! He was the new owner! How it could be possible that this man was the same man who had treated me like crap the other day?

  He was the new owner and this would mean I would have to work under him in order to be on the project I loved and was obsessed with. I was working so hard to get this, and in the end all my years of studying and effort came to this...

  I was so sure I would never see him again, but then I noticed him sitting with his colleagues, and for a moment I hadn’t been able to breathe. He was so sexy in his black suit, which was almost the same as the one he wore that day. He looked like he owned this place.

  Even though I was so mad at him for insulting me that day—I still clearly remembered those horrible words—I couldn’t deny I felt something for him. All men in this room were looking good, but Oliver was in a way, different—he made me all hot. He made me feel some things I never felt.

  When others left the room, clearly feeling our tension, I felt embarrassed for a moment. I came here to get the job, not make drama. Shit.

  “Who the hell are you?” he’d asked me, and I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t reply rudely.

  I had to hide my anger. I was preparing several days for this, and I couldn’t let myself lose this project just because of some unfortunate circumstance.

  As if my anger wasn’t enough, it was mixed with excitement because he was so damn hot. I was annoyed with myself for noticing how gorgeous he was. Why wasn’t he some ugly, old man? Why did I have to get attracted to the person who was beyond rude and was going to be my boss if I was lucky enough to get the job despite what happened between us?

  I cleared my throat and put a smile on my face. Here we go. “I am Alexandra Harris.”

  “Alexandra?” The way my name sounded on his lips was too good for me. I felt my pussy throbbing in response.

  “Yes. Something wrong with that?”

  He shook his head, smirking. He looked even hotter with that smile. “Nothing at all. It’s just too sexy for me.”

  My jaw literally dropped. “Sexy?”

  “Yeah. Just like you.” His smirk grew even wider, and I swayed a little. Oh my. Why did it have to turn me on so much? Oliver Talon was rude, yet that didn’t stop my pussy from getting embarrassingly wet.

  “Are you flirty with all women or you giving me some special treatment? If you do want to charm me in that way, I am afraid it is not working,” I retorted bitterly, and then I cursed myself.

  No, this was wrong. I wasn’t supposed to challenge him. I was supposed to tame my anger and try to get the job. Provoking him was the last thing I should do.

  “I doubt that, considering that you’re squirming at the moment. You want me, and it’s written all over your face.”

  What? I blushed so hard that I felt the burn on my face and neck.

  The conversation just went into a completely different direction and I had to fix this. I had to stop answering to his provocations and tell him what I was here for.

  “I’m sorry that I didn’t introduce myself fully to you,” I said, ignoring his previous sexual remark. “I’m an interior designer. I’ve been working on redecorating and designing interiors for several years. I came here because I would like you to hire me as the designer for the hotel project—the one where we met.”

  For sev
eral moments he didn’t say anything, studying me carefully. I felt myself sweating and I wiped my sweaty palms discreetly on my skirt.

  “Really?” his voice was dripping with sarcasm and I didn’t like it a bit. “And why do you think I would hire you?”

  Okay, now he was really getting on my nerves. I had to do this. I couldn’t let this jerk intimidate me.

  “If you would allow me, I have several designs I wanted to show you.”

  I walked over to the table and put my briefcase on it. I opened it and pulled out my portfolio. I handed it to him. “I brought you my portfolio. Here is also my CV.” I took my CV out of my briefcase and put it next to him on the table. “In my portfolio you can find some of the biggest projects I’ve worked on so far.”

  He didn’t look that interested in my portfolio when he opened it several seconds later. As he flipped the pages, seemingly focusing on each interior, I explained what those projects were about and why I’d chosen those decorations.

  “As you can see, I have a lot experience with hotels, and I can assure you that my design of your place will match your wishes.”

  He didn’t looked convinced, and I felt bile rising in my throat. He was going to make this hard for me.

  “I have a degree in interior design. I was always a straight-A student, because the education was—is—the most important for me. I got interested in architecture and art since my early adolescence, and soon I was drawn into interior design. That building you are looking at now,” I pointed my finger at the picture of an apartment complex I’d worked on in Europe. “That project was in France, and the owner wanted the neo modern interior design. It was my biggest project so far. It took me almost a year to complete it, and I’ve already extended my contract with the owner, who is interested in one more project like this one.”

  He slammed my portfolio shut and put it on the table next to him. He didn’t even bother looking at my CV.