Business & Pleasure_A Dad's Best Friend Romance

by Tia Siren

  I stood up and took a few deep breaths as I turned to stare out the window. I only had time for some cleansing breaths before the two of them would show up, and if my cock was still hard, I could simply keep staring out the window. As the city of Baton Rouge hustled and bustled below me, I closed my eyes and tried to rid myself of those voluptuous tits. This was Alex’s daughter, and I was supposed to be the safe choice, the mature choice. I was supposed to be taking her hand and leading her through things, whipping her into shape, molding her for a world that would crush any woman like her in a heartbeat.

  She was about to be my employee, and I couldn’t allow a knee-jerk reaction to a picture that wasn’t meant for me to compromise that.

  Just as I felt my cock settle back down into its rightful place, a knock came at the door. I looked in the reflection of the mirror and saw Alex standing there. For a split second, I just stared at Crissy. It had been awhile since I’d seen her, but the way her blouse protruded from her body told me her tits were exactly what had been in that email. I searched her bosom for the outline of those barbells. She was smart enough to wear a thoroughly padded bra, and for a moment there, I felt my cock twitch again.

  Fuck.

  “Grant?” Alex asked.

  “Come on in and take a seat,” I said. “Just gathering my thoughts.”

  I heard them sit down, and it afforded me a chance to take a few more breaths. I finally turned around and was met with Alex’s anxious smile, but then my eyes landed on Crissy. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and matching heels with a pale blue blouse that was tucked in. The top couple buttons were undone, giving me a bird’s eye view of the lacy bra she had on underneath. I cracked my neck and cleared my throat, readying myself for the conversation at hand, but before I could open my mouth, Crissy’s voice invaded the room.

  “Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Jacobs,” she said. “It’s an honor.”

  “Don’t thank me just yet,” I said. “You’ll hate me before this internship is over.”

  “Oh, I highly doubt that,” she said.

  I eyed her for a second before I looked at Alex. His anxious smile was gone, and in an instant, he was out of his chair. Without a word, he hurried out the door and closed it behind him, and that left me alone with Crissy.

  And still, her tits were floating around in my mind.

  “The job in the beginning will be fairly simple,” I said. “You’ll be managing my calendar, running a few errands, sitting in on all the meetings I attend and taking minutes, as well as keeping up with details on various projects I’ve assigned to my junior executives.” I paused. “Shouldn’t you be writing this down?”

  She was staring at me, but she wasn’t moving. Her eyes scanned my body as I clasped my hands behind my back, and for a split second, I wondered if the email was intentional. It wouldn’t take much for her to pull up the company website and find out how to contact me, so maybe that was what she had done. Maybe the beautiful picture my cock was still trying to digest had actually been meant for me.

  “Got it all up in the vault here,” she said, tapping her temple.

  “Uh huh,” I said. “Crissy, you’re aware this is a serious job, correct?”

  “Of course, Mr. Jacobs,” she said.

  “And you’re aware that the desk out there, the one with the brand-new computer and telephone, is yours, right?”

  “I wouldn’t have expected anything less,” she said.

  “If you aren’t interested in this position, I can find someone else to fill it.”

  “I’m more than interested,” she said, grinning.

  She’d sent the picture to rattle me. I knew it. That smug little grin on her face as she leaned back in her chair told me she thought she was just playing a game. The way her tits jutted out from her chest and the way her leg crossed over her knee reeked of a power play. She was trying to one-up me in my own damn office, but that wasn’t going to happen.

  Part of whipping her into shape would be to show her who the fuck owned this company and who the fucked worked for it.

  “Come the end of the week, you’ll be fielding all my phone calls and emails,” I said. “Reminders for meetings, scheduled lunches, anything that requires my attention will need to be inputted into my computer. The calendar application on your computer is synced with mine, so what you input, I can see. If people want to see me, they will go through you. You’ll take appointments, learn the names of the people I network with, and, eventually, you will be speaking for me. All of this will occur within the span of four months, and if it doesn’t, you’ll be let go. Do you understand?”

  “I do, Mr. Jacobs.”

  “I see you’re still not taking notes,” I said.

  “Like I said, all in the vault,” she said.

  “Unfortunately, I believe this company will have a bit more information to hold than what your little vault can maintain,” I said. “Find a way to keep track of things. Whenever we meet like this, I expect you to be taking notes.”

  “Is there a pad and a specifically-colored pencil you’d like me to use, Mr. Jacobs?”

  Holy fuck, she needed to stop calling me “Mr. Jacobs.” My cock couldn’t take much more of it.

  “Why don’t you use your phone?” I asked. “You seem to be pretty handy with it.”

  For a second, her face faltered. The smug grin and the confident glint in her eye flashed with something I couldn’t quite pick up on. I sat down at my desk and grabbed my pen. Then I looked back up at her and nodded toward the door.

  “You’re free to go,” I said. “Take that vault and go set yourself up at your desk. You’re on the clock, Miss Marks.”

  Chapter 4

  Crissy

  Thirty minutes into my day and I was already over it. He acted as if the computer system was some high-tech piece of gold I’d need a key and the hand of Satan himself to operate. The computer didn’t even have a password on it for fuck’s sake. I set up a password so it would lock when I was away. Then I went into the calendar system and began toggling things around. His schedule was all sorts of fucked up. No wonder he was so on edge. I switched a few lunch meetings around and shot off a few emails about the changed times. Then I looked up and saw his eyes hooked on his computer screen. He was squinting at it, no doubt registering the changes I was making. Then he sat back and locked his hands behind his head.

  There was no denying that Grant Jacobs was a fine piece of meat. He did more for that suit than it did for him, but tailoring a decent suit was easy to teach a man. The fun little lecture he’d given me this morning was already making my head pound. Like I was some idiot who couldn’t remember a few bullet points in a conversation! His commanding nature was nice, though. He enjoyed having the upper hand, and I could admire that in a man. If my nipples hadn’t been so fucking sore from the night before, I would’ve smirked at the fact that they were hard right now.

  But then my mind fluttered to that crack he made about my phone. Why would he say something like that?

  I leaned back in my chair as I pulled out my phone. I started flipping through a few things, swiping a few pictures, and ogling a few pretty blue eyes. The men all had baby faces, which was cute until you figured out their tongues worked like a baby’s, too. A real man, a man like Grant Jacobs, would know how to use his tongue in just the ways I was looking for.

  My skin heated up as his voice boomed across to my desk.

  “Enjoying the technology I have for you?” he asked.

  “Your schedule was bullshit,” I said. “I fixed it up and sent off a few emails.”

  “Have you gotten used to the phone yet? There’s a headset in the bottom left-hand drawer if you’d prefer to use that. Hands-free might be easier for you.”

  “Hands-free is always the best way, Mr. Jacobs,” I said, grinning. “Should I be taking notes on your comments on my phone?”

  His face grew stern before he turned his back and walked into his office. Just before he shut the door, I got the best
view of his ass, and it was more beautiful than what I’d seen in my dreams last night. Tight. Perky. Slender. The ass of a runner who decided a few squats every now and again would do him well.

  And boy did it ever do him well.

  I ripped my attention back to my phone as it buzzed in my hand. Sissy had sent me a text message, and I couldn’t wait to see her reply. I’d sent her a picture of my pierced tits. I didn’t know if she was going to be envious or fly off the handle, but I had a response prepared for both.

  But when I opened the message, all it said was, Good luck, Crissy. You’ll kill it.

  Nothing? Nada about the picture? I sent her an email about my nipple piercings! That warranted some sort of reaction, right?

  Did you not get my email?

  I sent the text message just as the phone rang. I sighed, setting my cell down before I took the call. I didn’t have time for this right now. I was trying to figure out why the hell my sister hadn’t reacted to the biggest thing I’d done since graduation! I jotted down the person’s name and the times they were free to do another lunch meeting. Then I hung up just as my cell phone buzzed again.

  What email?

  What email? Was she fucking serious?

  The email with the picture of my boobs, Sissy. I got my nipples pierced!

  Then Grant’s comment from this morning started to make a little more sense. I scrolled through my email and navigated to my ‘sent’ folder, and the moment I pulled up the email, I gasped.

  Holy fuck. I’d sent the picture of my tits to Grant. To his fucking work email. How the hell did I make that kind of mistake? I saw an email sitting in my draft folder, and I clicked it open and scanned the poorly written email that was supposed to be sent to GJacobs@JM.com.

  And my sister’s fucking email was Gyfted_Arteest@outlook.com.

  Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! My phone must have saved his damn work email into my fucking contacts! I opened a new email and typed in the letter ‘G,’ and of course the first email to pop up was GJacobs. All because I drafted a fucking email when I was drunk.

  Well, that was one way to make an impression on the new boss.

  I tossed my phone to the side before I reached for the drawer that had the headset in it. That thing would make it worlds easier to answer this damn phone that didn’t seem to shut up. I looked up as I got it positioned on my head, and I caught Grant staring at me. The moment our eyes connected, he ripped them away, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit proud. He hadn’t fired me on the spot, so the picture must not have been that bad to him. Plus, I saw him checking out my tits when he turned around from the window this morning, so they obviously did something for him.

  Maybe this internship wouldn’t be so boring after all.

  As I fielded phone calls and kept filling up his schedule, I thought about Grant Jacobs. I’d had a fun little crush on the man when I was in high school, back when his hair wasn’t dotted with salt. His hair was a thick, luscious mound of dark tendrils, and it framed his strong jaw while accenting his beautiful green eyes.

  I never saw him smile often, but the few times I caught him and my father laughing, I couldn’t help but lose myself in the twinkling of his eyes. Grant had just purchased Dad’s company at the time, and while that didn’t make Dad happy, Grant would come over with an expensive bottle of scotch. They’d sit and chat and talk about boring shit I never paid attention to, and eventually the two of them made nice.

  And while Grant came over to smooth things over with my father, I got to check out his beautiful body.

  Back then, whenever he’d come over, he’d take off his coat and roll up his sleeves. I’d gotten a glimpse of the way his forearms bulged and flexed whenever he grabbed his drink. A few times, he came over in jeans and a shirt on the weekends. On those wonderful, rare moments, I’d gotten to experience the breadth of his chest and the strength of his back. He’d help out Dad with a few things around the house, and I’d watch him flex those beautiful biceps, and all the while, I’d be stealing little glasses here and there of the expensive scotch Grant always conveniently forgot.

  But now, his hair was peppered with a bit of salt. Now, his suits hung just a bit too loose on him for a man with that kind of body underneath. Now, his long-ass legs tapered up into a trimmed ass I knew I’d be staring at for months to come.

  Because I knew I’d nail this job before his deadline approached.

  I had an easy job, a beautiful view of one of the sexiest men to have ever been created, and I would be rubbing elbows with some of the most important people I’d need to know if I ever wanted to own my own fucking company one day. Maybe my father’s idea for this internship hadn’t been a bad one after all, and if it turned out to be a bust, then there was always the view.

  The view of those stormy green eyes through only the window that separated us.

  The stormy green eyes that twinkled when he smiled and had taken in the sight of my tits this morning.

  The phone finally died down, and I got a moment to breathe. I sat back in my chair and crossed my legs, but when I looked up, I saw Grant staring at me again. I set the headset down on my shoulders before I rolled them back, and the way he shifted in his seat told me everything I needed to know.

  Tormenting poor Mr. Jacobs would make this job much more entertaining.

  Chapter 5

  Grant

  I sat at my desk, frustrated, as I watched the clock. I’d sent Crissy an email a half an hour ago, telling her to get in here so she could take notes for me. I had ideas running through my head and things had been thrown at me over lunch that I needed to remember. They were things she had to mark down on the calendar, shift around, and there would be a couple nights I needed her to stay later. That meant she would have to adjust her own schedule, and I wanted to make sure that got put down on the calendar, too.

  This week had been rough, and it wasn’t even half over. While Crissy did plenty of things well, like answering the phone and staying on top of my schedule, there were other things she didn’t do well. She didn’t take notes, she wasn’t very organized, times to show up to work were more like suggestions than requirements, and she always forgot to clock out on her lunch breaks. That meant I had to go out there and ask her when she took lunch before going into the system and altering it myself.

  But all day yesterday, I was nursing a fucking hard-on. Every single time she came into my damn office, an inappropriate question rolled off her lips. Quips about my shoe size and whether I wore boxers or briefs had me clenching my jaw, but the moment she started in on my inseam, I had to dismiss her for the day. What the hell was this girl trying to do to me? I’d seen her fucking tits, I’d had enough of her shit attitude, and now she was perpetually bugging me about things that were beyond inappropriate.

  And when I asked her what she was doing, she simply told me she was learning all about me so she could “better assist” me.

  I had to admit, my cock had sprung to life when she’d said that. Her voice was light, and she fluttered her eyelashes a bit. She rolled her shoulders back a lot, jutting out those perky and rounded tits that I knew housed barbells I could just drool over. When I didn’t respond to one of her questions, she’d turn and walk away from me, and the first thing I noticed was how beautiful her ass swayed when she was wearing heels.

  I’d had to take a cold fucking shower when I got home last night.

  But now? I needed her to do her damn job. Now I needed her in my office so I could spout a few things off at her. I needed her actual assistance, and she was nowhere to be found. I stood from my chair and strode out of my office, ready to fire her on the spot. I would never be able to work properly with the inappropriate questions. Nor would I be able to work with a personal assistant who didn’t sit at her desk and—well, personally assist me.

  However, when I heard giggling around the corner, a shiver ran down my spine.

  Was that Crissy’s giggle? It was a beautiful sound, but it rumbled a bit low. It wasn’t high-pitched lik
e I figured a girl like her would giggle. The moment a voice started in on another joke, I knew exactly who was around the corner.

  “Mr. Anderson,” I said as I rounded the corner. “How was your lunch break?”

  There Crissy was, pressed up against the wall with her foot crooked up on it. Her knee was bent, and her shoulders were pressed back, pushing her tits out. The smile on her face was innocent, but the glint in her eye was devilish, and I felt my back straighten out. Dylan’s lips were smirking, like I’d just caught him in the middle of one of his tricks, but I knew Crissy well enough to know that she somehow had the upper hand. Even with Dylan leaning against the wall with his hand just by her head, he only had the appearance of having the upper hand.

  “It was good,” he said, grinning. “I found this little treat up here as I was coming to see you, and I thought I might have a bite of dessert real quick.”

  “Dylan, you are such a bad boy,” Crissy said as that low rumble of a giggle began again. “You’re keeping me from my job, you know.”

  “And it’s a job I bet you do fabulously,” Dylan said.

  “There are many things I do fabulously, but I’m not sure if my job is one of them. You know, still learning the ropes and all.”

  “Boss man here got you…tied up with all those ropes?” Dylan asked.

  “You said you needed something, Mr. Anderson?” This workplace flirting was not appropriate, and that would be the first thing I would address with Miss Marks. My company was not the place for this type of interaction, especially since Mr. Anderson was absolutely terrible at it. A young woman like Crissy could do much better than the likes of him, and for a split second, I could’ve sworn I saw her flick her smirk toward me.

  “Actually, yes,” he said. “I’ve got some information on that stream of revenue suggestion you told me to research.”

  “That meeting will be later,” I said. “Until then, continue to gather as much as you can.”