by Eva Luxe
“Just be good people and the rest, will hopefully fall in place.” I know Chambers wants to say more, but he holds his tongue. He’s just waiting for a major slip-up, so he can convince the others to reprimand me.
We end the meeting. Chambers and Williams leave, heading for their offices. I stay behind because I can tell Masters wants to say something to me.
“I saw you leave the party last night with the new girl.” He’s always been observant, the son of a bitch.
“I was giving her a tour of the floor. She seemed intimidated by it all and I wanted to give her some calm.”
“You’re a dirty liar and you know it.”
Obviously, I’m lying. What I said wasn’t even convincing.
“Just be careful, okay. Don’t pull your usual shit. I know you like to ‘initiate’ new hires or whatever you call it, but right now the company’s in danger of being in peril and you need to be on your best behavior.”
“You’re beginning to sound like my father, Masters.”
And he really is. My dad would give me speeches about responsibility and duty and how I’m wasting my potential.
“I’m being serious. You’ve been lucky so far. It’s bound to run out.”
He pats my shoulder and then leaves me alone in the meeting room. I know he’s right, but I’ve never been the best at listening. I go to my office and plop down at my desk. I start by going through emails, but soon become bored. I pick up the phone and make a call down to Gregson.
“Could you send up Adriel Summers?” Gregson agrees without asking any questions. There are perks to being the boss. She makes me wait longer than I expected. I hear a knock at the door. “Come in.”
The door opens and Adriel tentatively steps in. She takes a cursory look around my office before her eyes fall on me.
“You wanted to talk to me?”
I can tell she’s a little nervous. Her eyes are searching my face, trying to get an idea of my mood. I keep a neutral expression. I don’t want her to know what I’m thinking. The idea of surprising her and watching her eyes go wide excites me. I motion for her to sit down and she does.
“I did. How are you liking working here?”
I can tell that’s not what she was expecting because surprise flashes behind her eyes, but the rest of her face manages to stay composed. She’s a lot better at hiding her emotions than I gave her credit for.
“Things are going well. It’s only my second day, but I think it’s a fine place to work.”
Her demeanor has changed greatly from last night. She’s much more restrained. But that’s not what I want. I want the woman I made orgasm on the conference table last evening. The one who was strong enough to fight me off until I turned her into a quivering mess.
“Is there anything else you like about working here?”
She looks at me and I can tell I’m making her nervous. She starts to fidget with her hands. I hear her let out a shaky breath.
“Mr. Staples—”
“Clive is fine.”
“Mr. Staples,” this time said more forcefully, “I wanted to let you know, last night- I’m sorry I got carried away. I shouldn’t have- I should’ve left before things got out of hand.”
I stand up and go to her side of the desk. My movement startles her and she gets out of the chair and moves to the wall.
“Adriel, it’s fine. We did nothing wrong.”
She shakes her head forcefully.
“You don’t understand. It shouldn’t have happened and no matter how much I liked it-”
“So, you enjoyed it too?”
She gives me a hesitant nod. I move closer to her and this time she doesn’t run away. I reach her and put my hand on her shoulder. I run it down her body and just as I reach the top of her skirt, she stops me.
“I can’t. I’m sorry.”
She moves around me and goes to the door. As she leaves she turns towards me and appears as if she wants to say more, but rushes out instead. Leaving me alone. Her rejection shouldn’t mean much to me, but whenever I’m near her, I can feel desire emanating from both of us. I need her to give in. It would be so much easier than continuously denying the attraction.
ADRIEL
As I run away from my boss, I wonder what I’ve gotten myself into. I know what we did was wrong, I barely know Mr. Staples, but I also know I want to do it again. The way he touched me, my skin was on fire. Not only that, but I want to feel him inside me.
I want to watch him as he fucks me. No! Bad thoughts lead to questionable actions.
I reach the elevator and do my best to shake these feelings. There’s just so much wrong with wanting to sleep with him. For starters, I don’t even know the guy and he’s at least twice my age AND sex should be the last thing on my mind. I need to focus on less… improper thoughts. I get to my desk and make a mental note to see my pastor after work. He’ll know what I need to do.
The day finally comes to an end and I’m out the door. On my way to the church, I try and organize my thoughts.
What am I going to tell Pastor Nichols? I can’t tell him everything, it’s too scandalous. And what if he tells my parents?
I know confession is supposed to be private, but my parents and the pastor are very close. If he felt my immortal soul was in danger, without a doubt he would tell them everything. But I still need to talk about it. Figure out a way to deal with all these… feelings.
I arrive, head straight for his office, and knock on the door.
“You may enter.” I open the door and the pastor looks happy to see me. “Adriel! What an unexpected pleasure. Please sit.”
I close the door behind me and sit across from Pastor Nichols. He’s been our family’s pastor ever since I was a baby. Maybe even longer. I trust his judgement and know he will give me the advice I need.
“What may I do for you?”
I twist my hands in my lap. I've been so nervous thinking about how to say this and I still don't have the slightest clue.
“I'm here because I’ve been having some… impure thoughts lately.”
I’m so ashamed, I can’t even look him in the eye. He leans back in his chair and maintains a contemplative look.
“What kind of thoughts?”
“I started a new job—”
“Yes, your parents told me. At a finance place?” I nod.
“So, I started a new job and on the first day we had this thing where we met the various bosses. I met one of the owners and he took me upstairs…” I trail off, unsure of myself.
“Continue.” I can’t tell what Pastor Nichols is thinking. His face is a wall of neutrality.
“He took me upstairs and he hit on me and I kind of liked it,” I smile remembering our meeting.
It wasn’t just sexual desire, at least on my end. I also liked his personality. Plus, I felt comfortable around him. I wouldn’t have let him do all those things to me if I didn’t. It has to mean something.
“He started touching my arm and my neck and I let him kiss me. I started to think about letting him do other things, but I knew and I know it’s wrong and I—”
“Did you let him do anything else to you?” Pastor Nichols is almost shouting at me; he looks furious.
I knew it. I’m depraved. I’m a whore. Lord have mercy, I’m going to burn in hell for eternity. And he doesn’t even know how far I let Mr. Staples go.
I shake my head furiously, lying.
“No. He only kissed me,” I whisper.
The pastor nods and some of his anger dissipates.
“That’s good, that’s good. What you did is still very sinful, Adi, but it’s good you didn’t let it go any further. You can’t let this man take advantage of you, even if he is your boss. You need to avoid temptation and to do that you must avoid him. You need to hold on to your purity. Do not let him take it. You can never sleep with him, no exceptions.”
I nod. Pastor Nichols is right. No matter how much my body wants it, I cannot have sex with Mr. Staples. I can’t do an
ything of a sexual nature with him.
I thank the pastor and leave, mulling over his words as I drive home. From now on, I decide, I’ll avoid Mr. Staples. It’s for the best.
I get home and my parents already know I was with the pastor. He must’ve called, letting them know I visited. But due to their lack of anger, I can tell he didn’t tell them about the content of our visit.
I’m thankful for that, but it still feels like my movements are under scrutiny. It’s like there is no trust. I’ve never done anything, until now, to warrant such surveillance.
They always say, “It’s not that we don’t trust you, we don’t trust the world.”
That doesn’t make my life feel as if it’s any less under lockdown. But maybe I need to be reined in. At the first chance, I made a mistake and let my boss touch me. Not just touch me, but spread my legs and lick me all over.
That's not the best way to inspire their confidence in my goodness. And it's also not the best way for me to accomplish my own goal of not thinking about him, and all the delicious things he did to me.
The next day, I manage to avoid Mr. Staples for the first half of the day, but after lunch I have to deliver some files to all four partners. I save him for last, starting with Mr. Masters. When I get to his office, he’s on the phone, so I silently place the envelope on his desk. But before I leave, he puts his hand over the receiver and motions for me to wait a second.
“You’re Adriel, right?” I’m surprised he even knows my name. I nod. “I’d suggest treading carefully around here. There are some real vipers.”
He goes back to his call, effectively dismissing me and I’m left to wonder what his enigmatic warning means. I head to Mr. Williams’s office next, but he’s not in, so I just slide the file under his door. The next stop is Mr. Chambers and before I even knock on the door he opens it and invites me to take a seat.
“Hello, Adriel. I was hoping to have a little chat with you.”
Wow. Two partners in one day. I wonder if I should be worried. We both sit down.
“Yes, Mr. Chambers.” He leans back in his chair and gives me a smile. There’s something off about it though. It’s not quite inviting, more predatory.
“I noticed at the party the other night, you left with Clive. Mr. Staples that is.”
Oh no. He knows what happened. I am about to be fired for being a slut.
“I also saw you were in his office yesterday," he continues. "Would you mind telling me what you two did?”
Maybe he doesn’t know. Another lie can’t hurt, right?
“Mr. Staples was showing me around the office. I was like a deer in headlights at the party and he picked up on it. He thought if I got a look around, it would all seem less intimidating. And I had to go to his office the next day because I’d left my notepad behind. He was nice enough to personally return it to me.”
I look at Mr. Chambers, praying he buys my excuse. I have gotten very good at lying over the past three days. I don’t even want to know what this indicates. Mr. Chambers doesn’t say anything for a minute, but then he leans forward, extending his hand.
“I want to thank you for letting me know.” I accept his hand and shake it. “Sorry, if I seem nosy, but I just want to make sure you feel safe here.”
Safe? I highly doubt it. He drops my hand and stands. I follow suit. He comes around his desk and leads me to the door.
“If anything untoward happens between you and Mr. Staples or anyone who works here, I want you to feel comfortable enough to tell me.”
Untoward? Like I’d tell him. I feel like something untoward is happening between the two of us right now.
I mumble a thank you and leave. I could tell he wasn’t worried about my well-being, but I have no idea what he could’ve been after. I just know, I do not trust that man. I head to my last destination– Mr. Staples’s office. I knock and hope he’s not here, but I’m not that lucky.
“Come in.”
I open the door slowly, clutching the final file to my chest. He’s at his desk, shuffling through some papers. He looks up and sees me and a smile comes across his face. “Adriel, what a pleasant surprise.”
I move towards him and hold out the file.
“I have this for you.”
He makes no move to take it, so I place it on his desk. I turn around to leave, but his voice stops me.
“Wait. Please sit down.”
I turn back around and head towards him. I sit in the seat I occupied just yesterday. His smile fades and I can feel him scrutinizing me. His eyes explore my face and my body as if he’s looking for something. Why is this office full of such bizarre men?
“Did you want to talk to me about something?”
He stops analyzing me and looks directly into my eyes, which is somehow much worse. I squirm in my seat under his gaze.
“I wanted to let you know I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” he says.
This piques my interest. He’s been thinking about me? In what way? Nope. You know what? I don’t need to know. Do I want to know? Doesn’t matter because I don’t need to know.
“Something about you has got my head spinning and I’d like it to stop.” He’s a very forward man. I like the lack of guesswork when I’m around him, but then the downside is he doesn’t try to hide exactly what he wants from me.
“What do you want me to do?”
What can I do? I don’t have the power to infiltrate his mind and erase all traces of me. If I did, I’d do it to myself and get him out of my head. And even then, is it my job to keep his mind clear of me? I haven’t done anything spectacular to warrant this. Except maybe the whole oral sex in the conference room thing… but still!
“It’s more what I can do to you.” He says it so nonchalantly, it would be easy to ignore the suggestion. All I have to do is say no. And anyway, I’m supposed to be avoiding him. I should leave. I should stand up and walk away, but I’m a glutton for punishment. “But, it’s all so-”
“What would you do to me?” I ask with a whisper. I look at my hands in my lap, not sure if I can at look him right now. I’m going into dangerous waters, but at this moment, I don’t care. I just have to make sure I don’t drown. He doesn’t say anything, so I look up at him and say a little louder, “What would you do to me?”
“Do you really want to know?” There’s a warning in his voice. He’s giving me a way out and I should take it. It’s what I’m supposed to do. It’s the proper thing to do. But I don’t want to do what’s necessary and proper. I want to do what’s sinful.
“Yes. Tell me.” He repositions himself in his chair, leaning back to get a better view of me.
“I’d undress you slowly, taking the time to touch every inch of your body. Running my hands over your smooth skin. But I wouldn’t just touch you, I’d use my mouth as well. I’d place little bites all over. I want your skin buzzing with thoughts of me. I’d also have you undress me. I want you just as familiar with my body as I’d be with yours.” He pauses for a second and clears his throat. “Once we’re both naked, I’d fuck you with my fingers until you orgasm at least twice. I didn’t get the chance to watch you come undone, so I’d watch your face as you came on my hand. I’d take you against the wall, so you could feel the friction on your back as well as between us. I’d take you on my bed, so I could feel you move underneath me. I’d thrust into you over and over until all you could say was my name and then go even harder until you couldn’t say anything at all. Afterwards, we’d take a shower together where I’d fuck you again. But I also want to fuck you while your face is pressed against my desk. You’d be leaning over it, offering yourself to me. Maybe we’d do it in the middle of the day. The thrill of being caught coursing through our veins.”
Woah. He said fuck a lot. Sounds like there’d be a lot of fucking if he had his way. What he describes has such an effect on me that I have to bring my knees together. The pulsing between my legs is growing stronger and stronger and I’m afraid I’ll lose any semblance of control.<
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I think he sees this and turns the tables.
“What would you do to me?”
“What would I…,” I don’t even finish the thought. His question caught me off-guard. Can I even say it out loud? “I think I would restrain your wrists.”
“Restrain my wrists?” I can tell he wasn’t expecting that. I get a thrill from surprising him. I even surprised myself. I can’t believe I said it out loud. I nod and continue.
“I’d want to see you struggle against the binding as I—”
Before I can finish, there’s a knock at the door and I’m brought out of my fantasy. Mr. Staples mumbles a curse and tells me to stay seated. He goes to open the door and Mr. Chambers is on the other side. He sees me and I stand up immediately.
“I really ought to be going.”
Mr. Staples looks at me as if he’s about to protest, but I jump in before he can say anything.
“Thank you again for returning my notebook, yesterday when I came into your office. It would’ve taken me forever to get into the conference room and retrieve it myself.”
He looks confused by my long-winded statement, but I hope he understands soon. He probably has a better grasp of the type of person Mr. Chambers is. I push myself past the two partners and head back downstairs to further chastise myself for almost getting carried away again.
CLIVE
The moment she sees Chambers, Adriel bolts. She says some cryptic thing about me returning her notebook? I have a feeling it has something to do with Chambers’ sudden appearance, but I can’t make much sense of it. Before I can convince her to stay, she’s gone and I’m left with the bringer of my misery.
“What do you want, Chambers?”
I can see him trying to get a peek into my office. No doubt looking for evidence of hanky-panky. To be honest, if he had been 20 minutes later, I don’t know what state he would have found me and Adriel in. When I asked her what she wanted to do to me, I hadn’t expected tying me up to be on the menu. I wish I could’ve heard the end of her fantasy. I desperately need to uncover all her pent-up sex drive.
