Player

by T. N. King

  “What are you doing this weekend?” he asked, his eyes on hers. “Are you available?”

  “No.” She took a sip of her wine. “Why?”

  “I want to take you away.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Why not? Are you busy the whole weekend?”

  “Yes,” she said taking a large bite of her salad.

  “What are you doing that keeps you so busy?” He stared at her until she could talk, making it awkward for her to eat.

  “I have to work,” she said, finally swallowing her food.

  His lips tightened and he looked displeased with her answer. She wanted to apologise, but kept the words in her mouth.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Fine,” she said abruptly. She was still angry at his whole situation and the fact that he put her in such a predicament with Kristina.

  “Is the medicine that the doctor prescribed working okay?”

  “Yep.”

  He slammed his fork down on his plate, making her jump and look up at the same time. “What? What, Megan? What do I have to do to make you snap out of this…this bullshit you are in?”

  She looked at him and smirked, knowing she was getting to him. “Gee, I don’t know,” she said with sarcasm.

  “If you don’t stop it, I am going to turn you over my knee and spank your arse.”

  “Excuse me?” She put her fork down and felt the familiar arousal at his dominance toward her. “You wouldn’t dare!”

  He stood up without warning and quickly walked around the table toward her. She had time to stand up but not to get away from him as he grabbed her arm and pulled her into him. She squealed, punching him in the chest and struggling to get away from him. He pulled her in and picked her up over his shoulder, holding her tightly and walking into the room he chose to be her bedroom.

  “Put me down, you bastard!”

  When he saw that he chose the right room, he dropped her onto her bed and stood over her, his chest heaving in and out. She looked up at him, panting and extremely aroused at his control over her. She didn’t move.

  “How long do we have?” he asked. She could see the lust in his eyes and wanted him as bad as he wanted her.

  “An hour,” she breathed.

  “Take off your dress,” he demanded.

  Without hesitation, she slipped her shoes off and pulled her dress up over her head. She was breathing heavily, a chill running through her body, as she waited for him to make the next move.

  He sat on the edge of her bed and licked his lips, his eyes on her body. “Bend over my lap.”

  She crawled toward him and crawled over his lap, lowering her body onto his legs. She felt his hand slide down her back to her buttocks. She closed her eyes as he caressed her skin where her ass cheeks met her legs. When he slapped her there, she winced and bit her lip. She forced a breath in and waited for the next one. A sting penetrated her in the same spot as his hand slapped her again. Her breathing picked up and her body squirmed. He slapped her again and she yelped at the pain that fed her arousal. She tried to position herself so she could rub herself against him, but he pulled her back into position then spanking her again three more times. By the time he was finished, she was so aroused she could only think about his cock inside of her and his body surrounding her.

  “Jensen,” she panted.

  “Yes?” he said, forcing control over his tone.

  “Please….”

  “Please what?”

  “Please…I want you.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes,” she panted. “Please, fuck me.”

  “What about Kristina?”

  She stopped squirming against him. Did he really just mention her? She grew angry again and tried to get up.

  “Let me go.” What her body was feeling was nothing like she had ever felt. Such arousal for the man she had wanted since she met him, mixed with a growing anger over his infidelity toward his fiancée. He forced her back down and spanked her again.

  “What do you want, Megan?”

  She struggled to get up, but he held her there, cracking her ass again. A moan escaped her as she struggled against what her body wanted and what she knew wasn’t right. He rubbed her skin where he struck her and let his fingers graze between her legs. He leaned down to get closer to her ear. “What…do…you…want, Megan?” His voice was demanding, but silky.

  “I want…you.” She closed her eyes, knowing he had defeated her. She gave in to him yet again. He directed her to sit up on the bed and face him.

  “Take off your things,” he said, staring at her.

  She watched him unbuckle his pants as she stripped her panties from her body, then unclasp her bra, tossing it next to them. Before her bra hit the floor, he was on her, pinning her to the bed, kissing her hard, pressing his body into hers. She was hungry for him and she missed him so badly that it caused an ache deep down inside of her. He pushed her legs apart with his knees and immediately entered her, savagely fucking her on the bed, her body jarring upwards each time he thrust himself into her. She felt satisfied, even before he gave her an orgasm. She felt like he was quenching a long time thirst her body craved. His skin against hers was moisturizer in a hot, dry desert. His mouth poured a waterfall of desire, energy and everything she had ever craved into her. His cock fed her hungry body with the rich and luscious foods from the best countries.

  He lowered himself onto her and fed his hands into her hair, propping himself on his elbows on each side of her head as he continued to fuck her. His hands grabbed handfuls of her hair, keeping her where he needed her so he could watch her face as she approached her orgasm. It fueled him to watch her back arch and her head go back. It pushed him over the top when her mouth gave out a panting moan and her body stiffened beneath him. He kissed her deep and hard, each time penetrating her mouth with his tongue.

  He rolled over and pulled her onto him, imprisoning her body in his arms. “You are mine,” he growled, glaring at her. “Do you understand me?”

  She quickly nodded and eagerly kissed him. His thumb stroked her cheek when his phone rang.

  “Good timing,” she said, smiling at him.

  He waited for her to roll off him and got up to retrieve his phone from his pants. “Hello…. Hey, yeah.” He glanced at Megan before pinning his phone between his cheek and shoulder and pulling his boxers and his pants on.

  Megan overheard a woman talking from the other end and couldn’t help but to wonder if it was Kristina. A pang hit her stomach as he picked up his shirt and went into the bathroom. She scowled at the door and jumped up off the bed, grabbing a towel out of the linen closet and cleaning up before dressing.

  The bathroom door opened as he was hanging up and he walked to her, putting his arms around her and kissing the top of her head. She kept her head down and her eyes on the floor.

  “I have to go,” he said. “Some things have come up that need my attention.” He stepped back. “Are we okay now?” She nodded still looking at the floor. He put his fingers underneath her chin and pulled her gaze up to his. “Are you sure?”

  She faked a smile and nodded. He kissed her forehead and walked out of the bedroom. She waited for him and they left her apartment together, going their separate ways once they reached the street.

  Back in the office, she ran into Tristan.

  “You’re back already?” she asked, looking at her cell phone.

  “Where have you been?”

  “I…took my lunch at home. I didn’t think you were going to be back this early.”

  “I was going to surprise you with lunch but I waited for almost two hours.”

  “I’m sorry. I got busy with a project at home and lost track of time.”

  “Your lunch hour is just that, an hour. Let’s not abuse that.” He raised his eyebrow at her, obviously upset that she wasn’t there when he got back. He walked out of her office with the lunch he bought for her.

  She grimaced and walked to her desk.
r />   “Are you okay?” he asked, peeking back into her office.

  “Why do you ask?”

  “You are walking a little funny.”

  “I’ve never been better,” she smiled, feeling the warmth in her cheeks.

  “I need the schedule for the week. We may have to jockey some things around.”

  “Hang on.” She sat at her desk and pulled up Tristan’s schedule. “You…have a meeting this afternoon at three with…” her words caught in her throat. “Mr. Dean.”

  She felt the panic rear up inside of her. She had attended every meeting Tristan had so far since she started working for him. She took a big breath and looked at him. “If it would be okay with you, I’d like to stay in the office and catch up on some things.”

  “Is there a problem meeting with Jensen?” Megan opened her mouth, hoping for a witty reply but he interrupted her attempt. “I could really use you there.”

  She nodded, pressing her lips together. “I will be there.” She watched him nod and smile at her, then disappear from her doorway. She buried her head in her arms, worrying about how this was going to transpire.

  After trying to work for about an hour, Tristan led her down to the parking garage where the company car met them. She took a big breath, trying to calm her nerves as she got into the back with him. Conversation consisted of meeting preparations and going through the paperwork, which was fine with Megan. It kept her mind off from what was going to happen when Jensen found out she was working for Tristan.

  When they pulled up to Jensen’s building, her stomach flipped at the familiarity of it. She followed Tristan inside and met Jensen’s PA.

  “Why don’t you wait here and I’ll come get you if I need you.”

  She nodded, backing up and sitting in a nearby chair. She was confused, not knowing why she had to stay behind. She wasn’t going to be of any use to him in the seating area. She glanced toward Jensen’s door and saw a shadow move around as Tristan entered the room. The door closed and she looked around the room. Jensen’s PA was watching her so she pretended to be absorbed in the files she brought along. She didn’t like feeling left behind. She heard the clicking of heels walking rapidly across the hard glass floor and she looked up to see what the distraction was. A gorgeous blond, dressed in a skin-tight dress and ridiculously high heels was walking across the lobby toward Jensen’s office. Her make-up was visible from a mile away and her hair was absolutely perfect like that of a model just finishing up with a photo shoot. When the PA stood up and opened her mouth to talk, the woman put her hand up without bothering to stop or look her way.

  “I know my way.” Her snotty attitude made the young PA sit down quickly. The woman looked at Megan, looking her up and down. Megan recognized her then.

  Kristina!

  The PA picked up her phone. “Security…. Jensen Dean’s office please.”

  Megan stood up, leaving her things on the chair next to her and watched Kristina walk past her and barge right into Jensen’s office. She was furious at him and knew it was Kristina on the phone to him after they were together in her apartment. She started walking toward his door to give him a piece of her mind when Tristan quickly walked out, closing the door behind him. He looked shocked and thankful that he got out of there quickly.

  “Tristan?” Megan asked. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

  “Completely uncalled for.”

  “What?”

  “I have never seen something so unprofessional in all my life. Right in the middle of our meeting, that bimbo marches in and just starts making out with him.”

  “What?” Megan felt her heart drop into her stomach.

  “Yeah!” he said, flailing his arm toward the door. “They deserve each other.”

  She had all she could do to fight back the tears threatening to surface. She jumped when she heard something hit the wall behind the door. They heard the two talking loudly but couldn’t make out what they were saying. She wanted to burst in and slap Jensen across the face. She stared at the door, getting the courage to do so, when Tristan linked his arm into hers and pulled her away from it.

  “Come on. Let’s get back.”

  Megan stayed quiet on the ride back to the office, keeping her gaze out the window but not really looking at anything. She felt Tristan looking at her, but she didn’t want to explain her feelings. Somehow, he knew.

  “Why don’t we take you home?”

  “We still have a few hours. I have to finish the….”

  “You can deal with whatever you have to finish tomorrow. It doesn’t seem to me that you have much left in you today. Go home. Chill out. Have a glass of wine. We will start again tomorrow.”

  When the car pulled up to her apartment she opened the door and turned back toward Tristan. “Thank you for being a good friend…and a good boss.”

  He nodded and she got out of the car. Tristan didn’t pull away from the curb until she was inside. She turned and waved, smiling as he did.

  She got into the apartment and saw a very large teddy bear sitting on the couch with a large red ribbon around its neck. Lorena immediately came out from her bedroom, looking extremely annoyed.

  “Cute bear. What’s wrong?” asked Megan, trying to put her own problems aside.

  “What’s wrong you ask? Come here.” She grabbed Megan’s arm and pulled her into the kitchen. When she rounded the corner she saw several flower bouquets and chocolates taking up the counter top.

  “Wow. Who….”

  “They are all yours.”

  “Mine?” she blurted out.

  “Yep. Including the bear.”

  Megan smiled and went to the first bouquet closest to her. It was made up of daisies and small carnations. She pulled the card and opened the small envelope. When she read it, she lost her smile and went to the next one. She pulled it and quickly opened it. She went to the next one as her eyes narrowed and read the third one. She threw them on the counter and crossed her arms.

  “Who are they from?”

  “Jensen. Destroy all of it. I’m fucking done with him.” She walked out of the kitchen and into her room, slamming the door behind her.

  CHAPTER TEN

  The rest of Megan’s week dragged on and she was still feeling the effects of her last meeting, but it was finally over and it was Friday, the day she would be going to Paris. She didn’t have a lot of money, but she did some shopping so she would look good while she was there. Tristan’s chauffeur pulled up to her apartment and waited for her as she hugged Lorena good bye and grabbed her bags she had packed and sitting by the door. Before she knew it, she was on her way to the Waterloo train station.

  “Excuse me.” She said to the driver, his eyes visible to her in the rear view mirror. “Where is Tristan?”

  “Mr. Crawford is in Paris, Miss Jenkins, awaiting your arrival.”

  “Oh.” She wondered why he went without her. She watched the scenery go by and tried to keep her mind off Jensen.

  When they arrived at the train station, she was escorted to the Eurostar train and led to first class where she sat in a large plush seat. A waiter came along and offered her something off a cart of appetizers and desserts. She opted for a small slice of cherry cheesecake and a glass of red wine. This trip would have been amazing with some good company, she thought as Jensen entered her mind again. She tried to enjoy the three hour train ride alone as she read through the brochures available to her. She had always wanted to go to Paris and even though it wasn’t too terribly far for her, she never had the means to make it.

  A beautiful and sleek black limousine sat just outside the train station as they pulled in. She watched as people around her grabbed for their luggage and scurried off the train. She stayed in her seat until the rush was over.

  A curly haired man dressed in oversized pants and a button up shirt with paint dried to its material, reached up over her head and pulled her bag down for her. His smile was dazzling and carefree and his eyes were piercing.

  “Bon
jour,” he said in his gorgeous French tongue. “Êtes-vous visiter Paris?”

  “Um… I’m sorry,” she shrugged. “I don’t understand.”

  The man smiled, nodded and translated for her in a thick french accent. “Are you visiting Paris?”

  “Oh, yes. Well, no.” She giggled awkwardly. “I am here on business, for the weekend. My… my boss is waiting for me.”

  “Zen I shall not keep you,” he said, moving out of her way. She smiled shyly and shuffled by the man, making her way to the door of the train. “Enjoy your stay,” he called out. She looked back before exiting and saw him still standing there, with his hand on the top of the cabinets, smiling and watching her. He nodded his head before she left the train car.

  A driver dressed in a posh uniform was waiting for her, holding a sign with her name on it. She smiled when she saw that the long beautiful car was meant for her. Just before she got in, she looked back at the train car, flattered and giddy that someone paid such sweet attention to her. The driver shut her door and pulled out of the station. He drove her through the city where they passed the Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe. She wanted to stop and marvel in the beauty of the city, but she didn’t know if there were plans that might have been made for her. She saw several bakeries as well and made a mental note that she would try the delicacies of France before she left.

  The car slowed as they approached The Hyatt Regency Paris Étoile and Megan looked up at the building, stunned at its beauty and elegance. She climbed out of the car and waited for the driver to get her bags out of the trunk.

  “You made it.”

  Megan turned quickly and saw Tristan coming out of the doorway of the hotel.

  “Tristan,” she smiled. “Hello. I am amazed already,” she said. “This place is stunning.”

  “You…are stunning.” He took her hands and held her arms out.

  “Thank you,” she said, blushing. “When did you arrive? I thought we were going to be traveling together.”