Her legs still vibrated from the engine between her legs long after he turned it off. She watched his hands leave the handlebars in slow motion and migrate to her hips. They traveled down her legs, and he raked his fingernails up her thighs back to her waist.
He followed the curve of her waist up under her arms. She lifted her arms to make room for him to cradle her breasts in two tender cups.
Eva’s head spun in dizzy delirium when he massaged them and rolled the nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Forget the job. This was where she wanted to be, riding some strange man to the limit of erotic ecstasy. Her needy pussy lips hugged the mound where the gas tank rose out of the leather seat. It formed the perfect pommel to ride off into the sunset.
His hands disappeared, and a moment later, he hung his helmet on the handlebars. His bare face nuzzled into her neck and he purred under his breath. “Eve, my Eve, are you gonna give me your forbidden fruit?”
She closed her eyes. Her nipples between his fingers and she rocked her clitoris against the gas tank. “Yes! Yes!”
“Are you turned on right now, baby? Are you wet for Daddy?”
“Yes, I’m so wet.”
His lips brushed her ear, and his hot breath rocketed through her guts to her crotch. “Let me hear you say it, baby. Let me hear you beg for it.”
“Fuck me. Bend me over right now and fuck me against your bike.”
He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back. “That’s not begging, Princess. I want to hear you grovel for your Daddy.”
“Oh, please! Oh, please, I want it so bad.”
“What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want in that steaming hot pussy of yours.”
“I want your cock. Oh, please, give me your rock hard cock. I need it so bad. I’ll do anything you say.”
“Yes, you will. You’re a good little girl, aren’t you? You always do what Daddy says.”
He let go of her breasts. He pushed her forward until she lay down on her chest against the bike. The gas tank chilled her chest, but her sizzling tits hugged its curves. Her clit rubbed the seat where she straddled it.
She arched her back to raise her ass toward him. She resigned herself to the inevitable. He would take her, right here and now, just the way he always promised in his texts.
How many nights had she touched herself thinking about this moment? How he drove her nuts at work and at rest with his nasty remarks and promises of what he would do to her when he finally got his hands on her.
He pulled her back by the hips against his leather crotch. His bulge bumped into her ass. He stroked his big flat hand up and down her back to her upturned ass. “That’s nice. That’s real nice. You look so tasty lying there like that.”
He caressed her hips and thighs, and this time, when he dragged his fingers up her legs, he tugged her skirt up, too. He settled it around her hips and petted the soft cotton of her pink-patterned panties. “So sweet. So sweet and pretty.”
He touched her once down there where her legs spread for his filthy machine. He fingered the wetness saturating her panties, and that’s as far as he would go.
A long pause followed. Then Eva heard a click. She glanced over her shoulder in time to see him aim his phone at her and take a picture of her spread out for him. She gasped in surprise, but it was too late.
He kept his phone raised. “Beg for me, baby. I’m gonna take a video of you begging with your ass sticking up at me like that. Maybe I’ll yank off later watching you get off on my bike. Show me how you rub your wet pussy on my bike.”
She couldn’t look. She craned her head back and closed her eyes. The words tumbled out of her mouth of their own free will, “Fuck me, please, Daddy. I’m so hot for your badass cock. Oh, God, it’s so hard. You’re making me so wet. Oh, God, I need you. Fuck me. Oh, Please!”
“That’s good, baby. That’s what you like. You like being Daddy’s little girl.”
“Yes, oh, yes!”
He fingered her panties, but no matter how she writhed, he wouldn’t go inside to touch her further. He wet his fingers and pulled away.
After another pause, his phone beeped and he put it away. He raised her off the bike and pulled down her skirt. He straightened her up as best he could and unhooked his helmet from the handlebars. “Maybe another time, now that I know I can take you whenever I want. I have to be somewhere right now, but I’ll come back for you later, sometime when we have all the time we need to do you right.”
Before she could answer, the bike roared to life and drowned out all other sound. It thumped into the street and back to the same place where he picked her up. He inched into the curb and helped her off onto the sidewalk.
Neither could say anything over the noise, and she couldn’t see his eyes behind the visor. He let go of her hand, gave her a quick nod, and thundered away down the block.
Eva stood rooted to the spot. Her whole body still quivered with frustrated excitement, but she couldn’t do anything but walk away.
She paused for a long time in front of the Rockford Communications building. How could she go in there and face her first day of work after what happened? She couldn’t, but she had to. She had only ten more minutes until Mr. Rockford called his new executive assistant into his office for their first orientation meeting. She had to be there and ready when he called her.
She pulled herself together with an effort and marched through the front door. She managed to greet and smile at everyone who greeted and smiled at her, and she managed to avoid melting into a puddle of nerves when she took the elevator to the twentieth floor.
She took in the reception area with one glance. She would be spending a lot of time on the twentieth floor in the next few years or so. The receptionist greeted her with a smile, too. These Rockford people certainly were a friendly bunch.
She gave her name to the receptionist and sat down to wait. Five more minutes, and she could put RipRoarer out of her mind once and for all. Why did he have to pick right now to burst into her life? She could handle him on the phone. In person—that was another matter.
Ten o’clock ticked over. The receptionist called out to her, “You can go in now. Mr. Rockford is waiting for you.”
She pushed open the office doors and walked into what looked like a giant living room with sunshine lighting up the park beyond the big sweeping windows. At first, she didn’t see anybody else in the office until a male voice called out from somewhere in the back corner. “Come and sit down over here and we can get started.”
Even before she turned around, she recognized that voice. Eve, my Eve. She spun around and saw him sitting on the couch with one ankle crossed over his knee. He threw one arm across the back of the couch and smiled at her.
It was RipRoarer.
Chapter 3
“You!”
His grin widened. “Surprised? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you.”
“You’re...”
He crossed the room and stuck out his hand. “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Matt Rockford, and you’re Eva Charles, aren’t you?”
She stared up at him. His hand felt alien and uncomfortable in hers. “You’re Matlock Rockford?”
“Call me Matt. Everybody does.”
She couldn’t blink. “You’re...you’re RipRoarer. You’re the one I’ve been texting all these weeks, sending dirty pictures to, and now you’re my boss? I can’t do this. I have to go.” This couldn’t be happening!
He jumped in front of her. “Don’t go yet, Eva. At least sit-down and let’s talk about this. I would hate to see you walk away from this job over some silly misunderstanding.”
Her embarrassment exploded into rage. “You just trapped me outside, so you could touch me and take pictures of me, all the time knowing I was on my way here to work for you. You prick!”
He put out his hand to her. “I’m sorry, Eva. Please sit down. We can talk about this. If you want to, we can put the whole thing behind
us and start over. You can forget RipRoarer ever existed.”
“What makes you think I want to forget RipRoarer ever existed? Maybe I want to forget you ever existed, but I can’t even do that. I was having a good time with RipRoarer, and you had to come along and ruin it for me. I can never go back to the way it was before I found out you were really him in disguise.”
He straightened up. “My team interviewed you, remember? I didn’t know what you looked like. I’m sorry, Eva. I shouldn’t have done what I did today.”
His apology only made her angrier. “You know, I really cared about you. I told RipRoarer things I never told anybody. I felt things for RipRoarer I never knew I could feel, and now all of that is gone forever.” Her voice cracked.
He watched and listened. He didn’t bother to apologize again. When she finished and turned away, he murmured under his breath, “If you want to leave now, I’ll understand.”
“Yeah, great, and I’ll be back to looking for a job.”
“I still want you to work here, Eva. If there’s anything we can do to put it behind us, let’s talk about it. You’re the best candidate for the position by a mile. I don’t want anyone else as my assistant. I want you.”
She fumed but didn’t answer. RipRoarer wanted me too. So where is the difference? She didn’t voice any of this aloud though.
He waved his hand toward the couch. “Come sit down.”
She let him lead her to the corner, and he took his same place. She sat down on the couch opposite him, but she was still too mad to look at him. She couldn’t think of anything but RipRoarer. The man of her dreams, the man of her fantasies, the man she looked forward to sharing her secrets with at the end of the day—he was gone.
She would never again feel the flutter of butterflies in her stomach when she got a text notification. She would never again rush to curl up in the corner of her lounge chair with her fuzzy socks on, with her phone in one hand and a cup of hot cocoa in the other. Those tasty nights were a thing of the past. He wouldn’t make her laugh and he wouldn’t make her ache for him all over again.
He regarded her from across the coffee table. “Would you like something to drink—tea or coffee?”
“No, thank you.”
“You have a very impressive resume.”
“Your team said that about a dozen times at my interview. I guess that's why you hired me.”
He smiled. "You're right. It is. Would you like to go over the projects I have on the boil, so you came get up to speed?”
“I guess so.”
He didn't move. After another pause, he took a deep breath. “I understand you're mad at me, but if you're going to work for me, we should put this behind us and move on.”
“I don't know if I can work for you. I've always worked for people I respect, and I don't think I can respect you after what you've done.”
“If you can't respect me, then you definitely shouldn't work here. If you can't put this behind you and get on board with this company the way you did at your interview, then I'll be happy to let you go.”
“I respected you and this company, before this minute, yes. The things this company does is unmatched by so many.”
“This is still the company that it was before you found out what you did today.”
She sat and fumed still. How long had he known? When did he decide to still go on being RipRoarer?
“Look, Eva. I had no idea you felt this way about RipRoarer. I thought it was just some fun on the side, but when it comes right down to it, I'm still RipRoarer, too. Everything you thought and felt about RipRoarer is still there.”
“I never planned to work for RipRoarer. I never planned to face RipRoarer every day at the office.”
They glared at each other across the coffee table until he slapped both hands on his thighs. “Okay, Eva. I can see I'm going to have to break this stalemate myself.” He grabbed a stack of file folders from the side table and scooted around to sit on the couch next to her.
Eva cringed at his presence, but she didn’t run away. She sat in stony silence with her arms crossed over her chest and refused to look in his direction.
He opened the first folder and spread the contents on the coffee table. “This is the building permit application for our new factory in Esmond, and these are my notes for the City Council hearing next Tuesday where I have to present our proposed budget and tell them how many jobs and public works the factory will bring to the city. I want you to organize my notes into a coherent speech that makes sense. Here are the plans for the workers’ apartment building that will be located right next to the factory. It has a gym which will be open to the public as well as a day care center for the workers’ children. It’s within a block of a public school, so the older kids can go there. The day care center will offer after-school activities, snack meals and care for the older kids until their parents get off work.”
He paused just long enough to check that she was listening.
She was.
He opened another folder. “This is our budget forecast for next year. As you can see, we have quite a lot of income streaming in from abroad, so we have an accountant who does nothing but organizes our exchange rate calculations and the tax on them. I want you to research the possibility of having all our overseas subsidiaries pay us their profits in US dollars so we can cut those costs.”
Eva turned her head to glance at the paperwork, but when he caught her looking, she turned away again.
“Here is my weekly schedule. You can see I have time blocked out every day for exercise. Three days a week, I go to the gym, one day a week I play a pick-up basketball game down the block, and every day I take a long walk along the GreenSpace. For the past ten years, I’ve turned off my phone during this time, but I want you to get up to speed with everything I do so you can field calls and emails redirected to you while I’m unavailable.”
Her head shot up. “You want me to check and answer your emails?” “Just check them when I get a notification. Only answer them if it’s urgent or directly related to something you’re working on. If it can wait until I get back, don’t do anything. Same thing with phone calls. If you can handle the situation, go ahead and do it. Otherwise, take a message and I’ll deal with it when I get back.”
She stared at him. “That’s a lot of responsibility.”
“Now you understand why I wanted the best executive assistant possible.”
“Maybe it’s not such a good idea. Maybe you should just continue to be unavailable during that time. I wouldn’t want to make a mistake.”
The genial expression vanished from his face, and a firm, hard determination took its place. “I’ll decide what we do and what we don’t do. I’ll do it this way, and if you’re going to be my assistant, this will be one of your most crucial tasks. I need to know someone I trust is answering my calls and responding to my emails. If you can’t handle that, you’re not the EA I thought you were.”
“Oh, I can handle it. I’ve just never had a boss put so much trust in me, and we don’t even know each other. Technically, I haven’t even started.”
“It’s crucial that I know you’ve got my back during this time. I need to hand over responsibility for these things to someone else so I can free my mind and fully relax. This is far more important than understanding building permits and housing complexes.”
I know he just pushed a challenge on me. I know how good I am and now, it is on. I can do this job. “Okay. You can count on me.”
He smiled and turned back to the folders.
Now Eva realized, she had forgotten about being mad at him. He hooked her into being interested in the company’s work and made her forget what he did to trick her.
Her heart railed against him. She wouldn’t forget what he did, and she would never forgive him. She would walk out that door, and he could go back to answering his own stupid emails, but he was already talking about the next project.
“This is a list of all our domestic employees. It lists their n
ames, their dates of birth and their home addresses. I want you to compile a database of notifications so the company can send them a card and a cash bonus every year on their birthday.”
Eva’s eyes popped open. “What do you want to do that for?”
“I just told you—so we can send them a card and a cash bonus every year on their birthday.”
“Yeah, but why? That’s gonna cost a fortune. That will cost a lot more than paying an accountant to figure out your exchange rates and tax.”
“Yes, it will, but this is an investment in our people. This is to show our people how much we appreciate them, that we’re connected to them in a personal way, and we care about them.”
Eva stared down at the sheets and sheets of lists. Her mind churned through all the possibilities. Today was August 10th. Her birthday was August 13th. If she constructed this database, she would probably be the first birthday to come up. Would she, too, get a birthday card from Matlock Rockford, along with a cash bonus?
She wouldn’t get that if she didn’t stay working for him. Not only that, but the rest of the work intrigued her, too. What other company on the planet constructed workers’ apartment buildings and day care centers for their employees? Maybe a few, but this was one of the rare exceptions. Most companies didn’t give a flying leap about their employees’ wellbeing.
The same excitement filled her heart that she experienced at her interview. She wanted to work for this company. She wanted to participate in the general sense of accomplishing great works, of being one of the good guys and building a better world through business.
This was the kind of company she wanted to work for. These were the kind of people she wanted to work with and for, people who cared about each other and showed it in tangible ways.
The whole ethos of Rockford Communications came down from the apex of the pyramid, and that was the man sitting right here in front of her. He was the one who came up with these ideas. He was the one who wanted to cut funds from accounting to give back to his workers.
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