by Tia Siren
“But I’m pretty sure I have everything there is on the topic. If we could just sit down—”
“If I sit down with you, I have to sit down with all the junior executives, Mr. Anderson, and I don’t have that kind of time. Miss Marks, your lunch break was over a half an hour ago. I need you in my office.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do,” she said, grinning.
“Do you care for your job, Miss Marks?” I asked.
The look on her face slowly morphed as she turned her head toward me.
“Dylan, I believe my boss needs me,” she said as she hooked her gaze on mine. “Care to talk later?”
“I’m looking forward to it,” he said.
Crissy snapped her gaze back at him and smiled kindly before her foot slid from the wall. I turned my back, feeling it pull taut as her heels clacked in front of me. She buzzed by me, heading for my office, and again, I found my eyes slipping down to her ass. I bet those tight cheeks of hers would overflow the palms of my massive hands, but the moment she sighed, it pulled me from my silent reverie.
“I’m sorry your job is impeding upon your personal life,” I said as I entered the office. “But no fraternizing of that sort occurs here.”
“I shall keep that in mind,” she said before she sat down.
Yet again, Crissy didn’t have anything to jot down notes with. I sighed before I pulled out a pen and pad. Then I handed them to her across the desk. Our fingers brushed, ricocheting a shot of electricity up my arm, but all I could do was ignore it. My mind was flooded with a thousand different ideas, and I needed them out before I lost them all.
“This meeting is confidential,” I began. “If any of this information gets out to the public, you will be fired on the spot.”
“On the spot. Got it,” she said.
“J&M is in the middle of a possible acquisition,” I said. “We’re still batting around figures and what that might mean for the company as a whole, but overall, it looks good.”
“It looks very good,” she said.
“Just take notes on whatever I say; then shoot me an email with the summary of it all,” I said.
“I can do that, sir.”
“Tike Oils Company has been spreading into the Midwest. We’ve had a hard time spreading into that area of the country, but their CEO has just been charged with several accounts of fraud, among other things. I’m preparing myself to make them an offer on acquiring their company. My accountants are currently evaluating the final offer I’m going to propose to them, but I’m thinking anything between three million and five million dollars for the twenty-million-dollar company.”
I sat back into my chair before I turned it toward the window. This company acquisition could mean a massive boost in yearly revenue in an area of the country we’d had a hard time establishing ourselves in. Tike Oils was a fairly new player in the area, but they were garnering a massive base of connections and trust.
That was, until their CEO fucked up.
But his fuck-up was my potential gain if I could play this right.
“Tomorrow morning at nine, I need to call the CEO,” I said. “I want to have a personal talk with him about what he’s being charged with and how fast it’s happening. I can’t take on a company with too much heat. Otherwise, I can’t fix it. They’ll need some work already, like updating their workplace policies as well as their overall brand. They’ll also need to trim down their employees. I won’t be able to take all of them on full time until I can really get us established in the Midwest.”
“Likes things trimmed down,” Crissy said. “Got it.”
“I do want to offer the CEO’s family shares of stock in the new merger. Just because he’s going to prison for a while doesn’t mean his wife and kids have to suffer. It won’t be anything substantial, but I’m thinking a three to five percent stock share in the newly merged company. I can afford to give that up.”
“Wants to give some things up,” she said, popping the “p.”
I knew what she was doing. She was trying to rile me up, like she had yesterday. Like she knew she had yesterday. She was trying to cause a fuss and wreak havoc and get underneath my skin.
But I wasn’t going to allow her to do that today.
“The board of Tike Oils is going to throw a fit,” I said. “I have to figure out how big it’s going to be, which means doing research on their board members. Miss Marks, I want you to take on that research. Get me what you can on those men, from their birthdates and where they live, all the way down to their last public hissy fit. I want to know these men inside and out before I begin this deal.”
“Knowledge is power. Gotcha there, too.”
“I want that research on my desk by next Tuesday at the latest—”
I turned around in my chair to face her, and I saw her heavy blue eyes staring at me. She seemed focused and intent, without a hint of malice of playfulness in her features, but the moment I looked down at the pad I’d given her, I saw nothing was written. I’d been sitting here, mindlessly chatting for ten or so minutes, and none of it was on paper.
“Why are you not writing any of this down?” I asked.
“The vault, remember?” she asked, grinning.
“Miss Marks, this job is a very serious position,” I said. “Being my personal assistant comes with responsibilities, and one of the simple ones is for you to take notes. Is that not a concept you understand?”
“It is, Mr. Jacobs,” she said. “I just don’t need the crutch of a pen and a piece of paper to recall the boring information you’re giving me.”
“Then why don’t you repeat back to me the information you think you remember,” I said.
“You’re talking about acquiring Tike Oils Company in order to compensate your own falling revenues with this company. They’re expanding into the Midwest. Their CEO just got caught embezzling, however. Not defrauding his company. He’s also being pinged for tax evasion, if you can believe it. You want me to do research on his board members so you can go in there and do some kind of mind-fuck-bag-juju on them in order to intimidate them, and you want all that information by Tuesday. You want a planned phone call on your calendar for tomorrow at nine to discuss things with the CEO while your accountant draws up the terms for an offer he can’t refuse. But if you’re going to make that phone call, at least know what the poor man’s being charged with.”
I couldn’t help but be stunned. Crissy sat back in her chair and crossed her legs, smirking. In this moment, she knew she had the upper hand. Boys like Dylan Anderson didn’t know how to handle a woman like her, and it seemed every time we turned a corner, she had a new little facet of her personality I hadn’t noticed before.
“And no,” she said. “I didn’t forget about the three to five percent stock you want to give over to his family when the companies merge—after they trim down their staff, of course. Which doesn’t surprise me. Most men enjoy things a little slimmer when they first take them on. What they don’t realize, however, is that a meaty and robust company can really keep an acquiring company warm during the wintertime.”
Was she even talking about the company acquisition now?
“A word of advice?” she asked. “If you want to acquire a company, but then you ask them to trim down their staff, make sure you can take on at least half of them. If you don’t have the revenue to fully take on half, you’re not in a position to buy the company.”
“And how do you figure that, Miss Marks?”
“If you wanted to take on a woman, would you approach someone you could only take less than half of?” she asked.
“I’m not sure I understand the comparison,” I said.
“Because you’re too focused on the metaphor, and that’s the point. Any company rising to the top like J&M needs to tread lightly. Becoming greedy and taking on more water than the company can handle means bailing water out when the boat springs a leak. And you know what happens when men spring immature leaks.”
“You mean boats?” I asked
.
“Whatever,” she said, shrugging. “Take it for what it’s worth.”
While it was worded immaturely, she wasn’t wrong. A company that was growing the way J&M was underneath my tutelage couldn’t afford to take on a company that had to trim itself down more than half. That wasn’t so much a rule of thumb for my situation as it was a rule of thumb for any situation like this, but I was shocked Crissy knew that nonetheless. She was obviously much more intelligent than people gave her credit for, but something told me that was because she hid her intelligence and led with her tits.
I felt my cock growing beneath my pants at the display of knowledge she’d just shown.
“Is there anything else my vault needs to take in, sir?” she asked.
“Miss Marks, I understand very well what you are doing. Inappropriate comments like that in this company will not be tolerated.”
“I’m not sure how any of the remarks I’ve made to you are inappropriate,” she said. “Care to…expand upon the subject?”
“Miss Marks, you’re treading a thin line. You’re obviously intelligent, but you’re not without faults.”
“Mr. Jacobs, whatever do you mean?” she asked innocently.
“Just stop with the inappropriate comments,” I said. “You know full well what you’re doing.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Jacobs. It’s just…hard sometimes, I suppose.”
If she was going to continue acting like a child, then I was going to treat her like the child she was behaving like. I cleared my throat and slowly rose from my chair, but all that happened was her smirk grew. She thought she had me. She thought she had the upper hand in this situation. But she was about to quickly be reminded of who ran this company and who exactly she answered to.
“Do you see that bookshelf over there?” I asked.
“The one with all the books. I do, sir.”
“Look at it.” She panned her gaze over and quickly took in the shelf before her eyes found their way back to mine.
“You’re going to alphabetize those books by the author’s last name, and you won’t go home until you’re finished,” I said.
“Seriously?” she asked. “You want me to restack your books? What about the summary email you wanted?”
“Seal up that vault tight and get to work,” I said.
She sighed before she got up and started over to the shelf. I sat back down in my chair, turning it back toward the window as I continued to think on the merger. Numbers and dates were flying around in my head. I wanted everything to be right and in order before I called the CEO in the morning. I wanted to be one of the first to touch base with him, because even though he was tanking his company, it was still a hell of an opportunity.
But my attention was soon on Crissy.
She was bent over at the waist, stacking the books backward. Instead of starting at the top with “A,” she’d begun at the bottom with “Z.” It gave me the perfect view of her rounded ass, and for a second, all I could do was stare. Her legs were thick and luscious, her silky, smooth skin flexing underneath the effort it took her to stay upright in her heels. She slowly wiggled her hips side to side, trying to get the pressure off her feet, but all it did was bring my cock to life. Her hair was falling in her face and her tits hung from her body, and all I wanted to do was rip out my throbbing dick, smooth up the fabric of her pencil skirt, and shove my cock into that little pussy of hers.
Holy fuck, I was in a great deal of trouble.
Chapter 6
Crissy
In the reflection of the window, I could see Grant struggling as I slowly moved my ass from side to side. Torturing him was way more fun than actually doing work, and the fact that he’d caught on to my little comments only made me smile. I had seen the half chub he had through his pants while we were discussing whatever boring acquisition he was trying to achieve, but now he had a full-on erection. I could feel his eyes boring into me, watching me as I slowly swayed my ass for him. I could feel his heated gaze traveling down my legs, and I chanced a look back. His chest was rising and falling at a fast pace, and I could see how tight his pants had been pulled.
Even across his office, I could see the outline of his thick cock.
My eyes flicked down to it before I turned back to my work. Grant let out a strangled cough before I heard his chair turn, and I couldn’t help but giggle. He was struggling in ways I never thought the great Grant Jacobs could, and it made my chest swell with pride.
Among other things, that is.
As I continued to alphabetize his books, I felt myself grow wet. Teasing Grant was fun, yes, but it was also raising my nipples to painful peaks. I closed my eyes and recalled the outline of his dick against his pants. It was thick. Strong. Just like he was. I bet the tip of it would drip effortlessly between my lips if he ever gave me the chance to kiss it.
In an instant, my face heated up. The men in college were jokes compared to him. Sure, I had no issues giving it up in between classes, but those boys had no idea how to please a woman. They got their own, they half-assed the last part of the job, and I always had to fake my orgasms just to get their flopping fish bodies off mine.
By the time graduation day had arrived, I’d practically sprinted across the stage just to get away from all of them. The last year of my college days was spent teasing more than fucking, and I missed the feeling of being full. Even the few guys I was with who had massive cocks still didn’t know how to use them, but something told me Grant was different. With that age of his came experience in realms boys my age had no idea about just yet, and my body shivered at the pleasure I just knew he could give. I bet his tongue could do expert things along my skin. I bet his hands knew exactly when to smooth against my skin before cracking the cheeks of my ass.
I bet he was a dirty little boy who needed to be punished between my legs.
I’d never felt this turned on by a man. Never. I closed my eyes and conjured his cock again, only this time, I wanted to kiss it. I wanted to turn around and command Grant to remove it from his pants so I could drop to my knees and worship it. I bet if I kissed the tip of its head, it would leak for me. I bet it would be so thick I wouldn’t even be able to gobble it all down my throat.
I shivered at the thought just as knock rang out at his door.
“Get up,” he said.
“Hmm?”
“Get up and come over here,” he commanded.
I placed the books down and slowly turned around. My eyes flicked down to his crotch again, taking in the throbbing outline of his thick dick just before he rolled himself fully underneath his desk. The smile that spread across my lips was dark and menacing, but there was a look in his eyes that flashed momentarily before the door to his office opened. I slowly walked over to him, studying the profile of his face as the emotion continued to linger there, and it wasn’t until Dylan and his other frat-boy friend began talking that it faded.
Guilt. Grant Jacobs was experiencing guilt.
“Can I help you two?” Grant asked.
“Mark and I wanted to come up here and talk to you about some investment opportunities,” Dylan said.
“What did I tell you about the meeting happening this week? We’ll talk about the research from the alternate streams of revenue then, Mr. Anderson.”
“This wasn’t something suggested at that meeting,” Dylan said. “Just hear us out, Mr. Jacobs.”
His eyes flickered toward me as I stared at the two boys. I knew he would want me to take notes, but I wasn’t wasting my energy on something I didn’t need to do. Notes for hour-long meetings? Sure, that would be necessary. But meetings like this that would only take a few minutes or so? Not necessary at all. It was a talent that had helped me during classes. I had spent less time jotting down useless notes and more time studying and listening to the professor. It mitigated my study time outside class, which meant I could ace my exams while still holding on to the party schedule I’d created.
After all, everyone in college wanted to
party with Crissy Marks.
“All right,” Grant said. “What’s the opportunity?”
“Tike Oils Company,” Dylan said.
A grin spread across my face before my eyes flicked down at Grant. There was a sparkle in his eyes, and without another word, I reached for the remote on his desk. The men turned their gazes to me as I crossed my hand over my body. Then I clicked the power button and watched the television screen in the corner leap to life. The only thing that was plastered on the news this morning was the bullshit that CEO had gotten himself deep into, and I took great pleasure in watching both their faces fall to the floor.
“I believe Mr. Jacobs has that avenue covered,” I said sweetly.
“We figured it would be a good venture since we’ve been having issues with the Midwest,” Dylan said.
“Do a bit more research before you waste my time, Mr. Anderson,” Grant said.
“Sorry, sir. We definitely will.”
I turned the television off before I placed the remote back down on the desk. The guy who hadn’t talked at all turned around quickly and left the room, but Dylan was sticking around. I figured he had something else he wanted to address with Grant, so I looked down at him before I drew in a deep breath. I couldn’t see whether or not his cock was still hard and thick beneath his pants, but I could tell he was trying hard to regulate his breathing.
And the smirk on my face grew just a bit broader.
“If there isn’t anything else, Mr. Jacobs…” I said.
“You’re dismissed, Miss Marks. Update my calendar accordingly, and get me that summary email.”
I started for the door and felt Dylan turn on his heels to follow me. Another young, lost puppy drawn in by my looks. I got to the door and cocked my head, taking him in before he slipped around me, and it wasn’t until I stepped out of Grant’s office that he began talking to me again.
“Crissy,” he said.
“Yes, Dylan?”
“Have you ever wondered what the difference between a golf ball and a G-spot is?”
My eyebrows ticked up, but the best part was Grant’s head whipping up from his desk. He eyed Dylan hard, almost like he was wishing for him to vanish into thin air. One sentence out of this little boy’s mouth and already Mr. Jacobs was jealous.
