Fatal Attraction Vol. 1

by P. A. Jones

  I let my head back and pulled open her mouth. I couldn't take that pressure any more. I wanted to fuck her mouth, right that minute. She anticipated my move and sucked my thick cock inside her mouth and started stroking it slowly.

  But I didn’t want slow. I wanted it fast. I hold her skull firm and started fucking her mouth hard. So hard that I was afraid that I would hurt her.

  I don't remember how much time I fucked her mouth, but when the release came. I lost all my energy; it was so forceful and complete. I shouted in what must have been the loudest cry I ever made for my own release. She took it all in her mouth; her eyes were fixed on my face when she took it in.

  When I relaxed after my final push, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and ran towards the bathroom.

  "I'm sorry, but I can't swallow it," she said as she walked out of bathroom. "I tried it once, but that night didn't go well." Her mask was gone and I could see her beautiful sky- blue eyes. She was gorgeous, especially the dimple on her left cheek.

  In My Office

  "I'm sorry, sir?" Her voice woke me up from my dream.

  "Yes, please." I looked at her slender, heart-shaped face, sky blue eyes and that killer dimple on her left cheek. Wow, this was a girl to fall for. And what was she doing here? "What are you doing here, Zoe?" I couldn't guess how she might have tracked me here, and how my secretary let her in.

  "I'm here for the interview." Her voice invoked the tingles across my body, like a musical note.

  "Interview? What interview and how did you get here?" Everything was mysterious.

  "I've the interview letter." She handed me her papers.

  "Zoe Walker." I read the letter carefully. She was here for the interview.

  "I'm afraid I have to reject you." I replied in a plain voice.

  Chapter 3

  Zoe

  "What?" I flicked my eyes in disbelief. The man didn't even look at my resume or my GPA, and he just rejected me—how could he? And something was off about him, like the way he was staring at me when I walked in. I'd the interview call letter, and he has to take my interview for rejecting me. I will take this to the HR of this firm. What the heck. "And why would you do that? Mr. ..."

  "Mark Peterson," he replied in calm voice. He was studying me with his mischievous eyes. It was awkward for a moment. I smoothed my skirt and looked back at him. But he was still looking all over my body.

  "Yes, Mr. Peterson, why are you rejecting me? On what basis, actually? You didn't even look at my resume once." When I walked, I was impressed by his looks. He was wearing a black jacket and a cream white shirt that was hugging his muscular body. He reminded me of the man from last night. I couldn't see his face, but for a moment I thought about that stranger when I looked at Mark. But now he looked like an ass-hole with an attitude of his own. I bit my lower lip in anger.

  "Don't panic." He chuckled. "I'm not the right person to hire you, hence I rejected you."

  "What do you mean by it? I've the interview letter for this post. If you aren't the interviewer, what are you doing here then?" My anger surpassed my common judgment.

  "I'm hiring associates, not paralegals," he replied in a calm voice. But those eyes, they were still clinging to my body.

  "But I have an interview for a paralegal position in Conference Room 9. You can check my letter," I asked, while checking the room number on my letter.

  "This is not room Number 9, Miss Zoe Walker. It's right next to the passage you walked by before entering this room."

  I leaned back and checked the room number. Fuck, it was room Number 8 on the door. Oh my god, I entered the wrong room and I'm accusing this man.

  "Mr. Peterson, I'm so sorry for this. I didn't mean this to happen. I'll go there right away." I was dying of the embarrassment. It was completely foolish of me to do these things. What would he be thinking about me now? I was top in my class, yet I was making silly mistakes like this. How could I do this at all? God, save me please.

  "Please get there as fast as possible, Daniel doesn't like latecomers." He replied patiently.

  "I'm sorry again." I turned back, smoothed my already neat skirt and walked out of the room. I was the dumbest person on earth. But before I left the room, I heard Mr. Peterson speaking to Daniel on the intercom. He must be telling him the mistake I just made. .

  I left my hopes of getting job there. I'd ruined it myself by arguing with Mark.

  ***

  I walked into conference room Number 9. I could see no candidates outside of it. Either I was too late, or I was the last dumb candidate remaining.

  "Come in, Mrs. Walker." A male voice echoed from the other side of the room. The chair turned to me and I saw the epitome of sexiness sitting on that chair.

  "Mr. Taylor. Call me Zoe, please, and I'm sorry for being late. I mistakenly went into another room." I walked to him and extended my hand.

  He warmly enclosed my hand in his huge palm. The pressure he applied was perfect, not too strong to crush me, nor too shabby to show me that he was weak.

  "Please take a seat, Zoe." He pointed towards a chair.

  I gave him my resume. I know he must have it already, but it was my duty to give him a copy.

  "Nice GPA." He went through the two pages quickly.

  "Thank you, sir." I replied. At least he wasn't going to throw me out for the mistake I did.

  "Tell me one thing. Why do you want to join this firm, and not take the LSAT this year? I guess you are a good student, and the LSAT would hardly pose a difficulty for you now."

  "I want to have real experience before I take it.” Law was my dream. My dad owned one of the biggest law firms in New York, but I wanted to learn the real thing without being his daughter.

  "Great answer, but everyone gives the same one." He smiled, and while smiling the left side of his lip folded. It looked extremely sexy on him.

  I looked straight in his eyes. "Daniel, being a lawyer is my dream and I want to be good at it. Taking the LSAT is easy, but sitting there in the classroom without knowing what it takes to be a lawyer is bullshit in my books."

  "Do you know that we pay a lot less to paralegals?" he asked.

  "Why would I know—?”I took a deep breath. Did he mean what I thought? "Do you mean…"

  "Yes, you’re hired." He smiled.

  "Thank you. Mr. Justin."

  "Call me Daniel, and also thank the man you met in conference room Number 8. He called me to tell me to hire you."

  "Did he?" Wow. I was about to jump in my chair. I was finally getting somewhere.

  "Yes." He stood up and shook my hand. "You can join us next Monday. Your appointment letter will be emailed to you. We are going green." He smiled sweetly.

  I thanked him and walked straight to room Number 8 where Mr. Peterson was still in an interview. But seeing me, he came out of the conference room.

  "Look, Zoe, I had to…"

  I cut him off. "Thank you, Mr. Peterson. Thanks for recommending me."

  "What?" he looked puzzled.

  "Yes. Thanks a lot. I'm joining Monday. And I would like to work with you on your cases." I forcefully shook his hand and walked away. It was time to party.

  Chapter 4

  Mark

  The moment she walked away, I called Daniel.

  "Why did you hire Zoe Walker when I explicitly told you to reject her?" I was fuming. I wanted to throw something at him through the phone. I never thought that I’d have to see her in the office every day.

  "Dude, why do you want to break her heart? She is pretty, you know," Daniel chuckled.

  "Last time I checked, you were still my friend. And friends listen to other friend’s request."

  "And if you are my friend, you let me hire her," he snapped back at me.

  "Come on, dude, I call dibs on this as I asked you first." Damn he was frustrating to talk with. He always talked like this when he wanted to get out of a situation.

  "Mark, let me be straight with you. I like her and I want her in my office, that's it."
He sounded determined.

  "Come on man, you have better choices. You are good enough to sleep with anyone in the office; then why do you need her?"

  "Okay, fair enough, I'll fire her on the first day. But you first tell me your reason for not wanting her in my office." He asked the question I didn't want to answer.

  "It’s just..." No, I couldn't say that. By saying that I slept with her would do the trick, but that would mean that I let my emotions control my judgment. "Screw you, dude. I just don't like the way she talks."

  "And that's the only thing I'm asking you, buddy. I don't want you to like her, because I already have dibs on her." He ended the call.

  "And I'm going to regret this." I talked to the dead intercom.

  "Regret what, Peterson?" Justin walked in. "How are the interviews going on?"

  "They’re going well."

  "And I see no one getting selected." He studied my face.

  "Next." I called the next candidate. A boyish man with scattered hair walked in.

  "Sir, my name is Harold—" he was sweating already and it looked like he was trying to explain to me what went wrong.

  "You’re hired. Get your confirmation letter from the receptionist. And you can tell all the other candidates to go back home."

  "Sir?" he looked confused.

  "I said get out." I bumped my fist on the table. These first-years, they just think they know everything about the law.

  "Well, you have a new associate and a new paralegal today." Justin was watching my act carefully.

  "New paralegal?" I was happy with the one I used to work with, which was no one. I liked to work by myself on cases.

  "Yes, someone named Zoe will work with you. Daniel just hired her."

  "No, Justin, you can't do this to me. You know I work alone." Now I was getting irritated.

  "I just did it, Mark. And you did this to yourself by hiring that unknown guy who just walked in. Now you get to groom two new faces." Justin added icing to the top.

  "Now, I'm really regretting this." I pushed my hand back through my hair. The day was getting worse.

  ***

  Why why why? My head was going to explode now. The question was killing me. Why do I hate her so much? Why do I not want her in my office? I had no answer to that question, but it was still bugging me again and again.

  She was amazing in bed. Her skin was silky smooth, luminescent. And on top of that, the sex was awesome. When I woke up in that hotel room, she smelled like a hundred different flowers plucked and put together in a small room. And yet I wanted her away from me.

  "Fuck, fuck fuck." I pushed my hair back. What I really wanted and what was actually happening were two totally different things. And it was backfiring on me. No it actually already backfired on me. Now I would have to work with Harold, who couldn't even put two words together, and with Zoe, who didn't even recognize me. And when I looked at her cleavage, oh my god, I just lost my control of my cock.

  "You backstabbed me, you nasty bastard." A hand bumped on my table hard. I slowly traced my eyes over that hand to its owner. It was Daniel, but his eyes were red. A completely different expression than I expected. Didn't he just get the girl her wanted hired

  "Daniel, I'm already pissed. And I don't want to hear your shit, just back off." I warned him.

  "And I ain't taking yours. Why did you do it, Mark?" he pointed his finger at me.

  "I'll crush that up, Daniel. Never point your finger at me." Now I was pissed off.

  "But you stole that girl from me!"

  "What girl?" He didn't make any sense. Was he out of his own mind?

  "Zoe. Justin just told me that she ‘s in your pool going forward."

  "Oh, that girl." It was her again. She had already created a quake in my workspace.

  "Yes, that girl. What is she doing in your pool? She should be working with me; I hired her." His voice took a steep height.

  "It's your doing, Daniel," I said, my voice rising to match his. . "When I told you not to hire her, why did you anyway?" I wanted to slap his face. But I was at work and he was my friend after all.

  "And you took revenge on me. Didn't you?" he threw his shoulder in the air. "You were the last one from whom I would expect something like this."

  "Give me a break, dude. I didn't do anything. And why are you so hyped for this one girl? And to answer you, Justin did it to punish me. He was pissed at me for not selecting a random candidate, and he decided to punish me by asking me to groom these two naive people. I win the cases, Daniel. And I don't do shit like this. "I couldn't guess if I was pissed off because I'd to work with two new people, or because Daniel hired Zoe in the first place.

  "Okay. Sorry, I guess I overreacted," he apologized.

  "You better. Now find me a fucking way out of this mess. I can't go to Justin and tell him that I can't do this."

  "Oh, the great Mark Peterson going to groom two fresher's, that's interesting." Daniel chuckled. He knew my frustration with new interns and associates. He knew I hated teaching anyone.

  "Daniel, I'm already pissed; now don't make me fire them before they even join the firm. These fucking bastards don't know what the law means and they want to run a case."

  "Well you don't have to worry about Zoe. I'll groom her myself. In a personal way." He winked at me.

  I knew his personal ways very well. He was going to use her. I couldn't care less. Why would I care? I wasn't emotionally attached to her. But she was definitely different than any other girl I ever met. Yes, she was different in thousand ways, a thousand flowery ways. My cock reacted to her of thoughts again.

  "So we are good then?" I asked, though he already apologized.

  "You bet we are." He punched my shoulder and walked out of the conference room.

  "Mark, I've a new case for you." Justin entered the conference room. "And I want you to settle it as soon as possible."

  "What is it?"

  "You have to fire a CEO of a Thompson Industries."

  "Why don't they fire themselves?" It was a goddamn easy job.

  "It's complicated. Go through these files first." He threw couple of files in front of me.

  "Okay." I was relaxed now. A new case meant I wouldn’t have to groom that Harold guy. I would push him to Daniel. He loved to deal with new people after all. A smile took over my face unintentionally.

  "And I forgot to mention that you have to work with the new paralegal on this."

  "What?" Now I was swamped by Justin's order.

  Chapter 5

  Zoe

  "Who is the sexiest between the two?" Olivia was asking about Mark and Daniel.

  "Of course, Daniel. He is like the god of beauty. The way he dresses, the way he looks and the way he talks. You have to feel flattered when he is around you. Professional and elegant."

  "A dashing lawyer taking away your heart already." She giggled. "And he is the one who got you the job. Interesting." Olivia enlarged her eyebrows while eating the ice cream I bought for celebration.

  "Nope, he said Mark recommended him to hire me."

  "Now why did Mark do that? What does he look like? Is it a love triangle? Mark loves you, you love Daniel and he loves someone else." Her imagination was flying above the city now.

  "Mark looks like a perfect lawyer. His voice is so smooth. And, no. There is no love triangle; we don't even know each other yet."

  "Is he Scottish?" Olivia almost dropped the spoon.

  "He looks like a Scottish actor in American soap opera."

  "Oh my god. If I were you, I would have gone for Mark instead of Daniel. Those Scottish men, I hear they are so good in bed." She licked her lips.

  "I don’t know how he is in bed and I'm not interested in him or in Daniel. They are just my bosses. And I would rather choose that stranger over both of them." I giggled. Olivia knew what happened with the stranger couple of nights ago.

  "So, you’ve been dreaming about that masked man, have you? Damn romantic, how was he in bed?" Olivia had a canny abi
lity to make a person respond smoothly to her questions. You could never know when she would get under your skin and ask you the perfect question you actually wanted to answer.

  "He was good, the way he moved his body. Damn, I can't tell you how fantastic he was." He was a godsend.

  That Night

  When I came out of the bathroom, the man in the mask had put his briefs back on. I felt disappointed. Was he going away, now that he was done?

  "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I just don't want anything other than my tongue touching you when I'm playing with you." His voice had a hint of different accent and I felt like I’d heard it somewhere before.

  "You better not Mr.— "

  "Call me M." He smiled from the corner of his lips. That was indeed a mysterious one.

  "Why not X?"

  "X is like being old boyfriend and I'm not ready to be one yet." He came closer and inhaled my scent by lowering his head below my ears. "You smell so good. What are you, sugar, a mermaid or something?"

  "It's your job to decide, Mr. Lawyer." I teased him with the tip of my tongue. The night was so young and I was all eager for his manhood. I felt like being a slutty cheerleader that moment. And I could care less.

  "Then let me taste it myself." He bent down and lifted me by grabbing my thighs. For a moment I thought I would fall, but his grip was so strong that I jerked on his back. He was taking me to the bed like he had just kidnapped me.

  And then unexpectedly he dropped me on the bed. It didn't hurt because of the fluffy bed, but it surprised me.

  "Why did you do that?" I cried. I could have been hurt.

  He ignored me and pushed my dress up to my stomach and creased my pubic area with his nose. Damn I was wet down there; it must have been his release in my mouth. He could have actually fucked me at that moment. But I guess he had other plans for me. Which I liked.