by Sienna Ciles
“It's me, Kain. I'm coming in.”
I breathed out a sigh of relief but then my fright turned quickly to annoyance.
“Listen here,” I said as he stepped into my office, my tone unmistakably conveying annoyance. “What do you think you're doing?! Why didn't you tell me you were gonna be in the office this late?! You just scared the hell out of me!”
I then noticed that he was holding a bottle of whiskey in his right hand, and a pair of glasses in his left. “Sorry,” he mumbled, his voice a little slurred.
He had been drinking. I could see that quite clearly now.
“Look, I'm almost finished,” I said sharply, “and I would appreciate some peace and quiet for the next few moments until I am done, okay? So, please take your whiskey and those tumblers back to your office or wherever you just came from.”
He grinned. “Only if you promise to come and have a glass of whiskey with me when you're done.”
“What?! We're still at work, Kain, even if we are technically off the clock. Jeez. Grow up. I'm not going to have a drink with you. I'm going to finish this work, email the files to you, and then leave. I'm exhausted, and I really need to get some rest. I've been here since eight this morning and it's now after midnight! Please, just go away and let me finish!”
He stood in the door for a while, still grinning at me, but then eventually turned around and stepped out. Before he closed the door though, he poked his head inside my office once more.
“You and I do need to talk though, and a little good ol' social lubricant helps with conversations like this. Come on, just give me five minutes after you're done here. I'll give you a ride home in my Ferrari if you do.”
My jaw dropped, both with anger and shock. “There's no way in hell I'm getting in a car with you behind the wheel when you've been drinking! Call a cab!”
He chuckled. “All right, no Ferrari. I guess you're right, drunk driving is a bad idea. But come on, please just give me five minutes of your time.”
I sighed and shook my head. “All right, I'll come to your office when I'm done. Now could you please just go away and let me finish this?!”
“Going... going... gone,” he said softly as he stepped out and shut the door behind him.
Annoyed – but also a little amused – I put my head down and got back to work. I managed to get the last bits of it all done in about ten minutes. I emailed it all to him, then got my bag and headed over to his office.
I felt a strange mixture of emotions brewing inside me as I leaned forward to knock on the door. I was annoyed, tired, and impatient but there was also a sense of curiosity on top of it all. And I couldn't deny that I was still attracted to him, even with his stupid behavior.
I knocked on the door.
“Come on in, Mandy.”
I opened the door and stepped inside.
“I took the liberty of pouring you a whiskey,” he said with a smile, pointing at a glass of whiskey on the rocks on his desk. “So, have a seat and drink up.”
“I don't even like whiskey, you know,” I said but my tone was more resigned than argumentative. It was too late and I was too tired to fight now. I just wanted to hear whatever he wanted to say and then go home and sleep.
“You might change your mind after tasting this twenty-one-year-old single malt,” he said, motioning to me to take a seat.
I sighed, sat down, and picked up the glass and gingerly took a sip. I was surprised at just how smoothly the whiskey went down. I had never tasted whiskey this good before. Indeed, I hadn't ever known that whiskey could be this good.
“Wow,” I said, genuinely impressed. “This is pretty great.”
“Told you,” he said with a smirk.
“So,” I said, looking him in the eyes as I took another sip of the whiskey, “why did you call me in here?”
“We need to talk,” he said.
I rolled my eyes. “Well, yeah, that's why I'm here! So, come on, spit it out, whatever it is.”
He nodded, took a long, slow sip of whiskey and then looked at me. “You've been doing an excellent job here. No, no, let me rephrase that. You've been doing an amazing job here.”
“Um, thanks. I have been working hard.”
“Yes, you have. And all that hard work really is paying off. And that's very good for you, and for me. But... especially good for you.”
“Why? What do you mean?”
“Well, it means that I can't fire you now.”
That took me by surprise.
“Wait, what?! Fire me?! What are you talking about, Kain?!” I demanded.
He chuckled strangely. “What do you think it was that brought you and I together, that night at the club a month ago? Was it pure chance, just a coincidence? Or was it something else? Fate, perhaps?”
I blushed involuntarily as he mentioned that night at the club. That really wasn't what I wanted to think about right now. But now that he had said it, those memories and images started rushing through my mind. His naked body, glistening with steamy sweat, his chiseled muscles, his broad, powerful chest heaving with gasp after gasp as he passionately thrust his long, thick—
No. No, it was definitely not the right time to think about that right now.
“I don't know, Kain,” I replied wearily. “I feel like it was just a coincidence.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Just a coincidence huh? Are you sure about that? Because to me, it seems a little weird that I met you in the club, and we hit it off with this powerful spark right away, and then we, well, you know. And then it turned out that you were my new marketing director. And that I was the new CEO of the company you had just joined. And not only that – you were the one who managed to get profits soaring here. I don't know if you saw it but there was a hit piece on me that was published in the Financial Times just after I took over the reins of this company.”
I shook my head. “I didn't see that, no.”
He nodded. “The point is, through the amazing work you've done, you managed to raise profits here to a level that hasn't been seen for a very long time. It dispelled all the rumors and falsehoods about me not being able to run this company. And I have you to thank for that... the girl I met by chance. After thinking about all of this, after looking at it in detail, after really thinking about what you've done for me, I can't accept that it was a mere chance meeting. I think that it was fate that brought us together. For what ultimate purpose, well, I can't say right now. But I think – no, I know – that you and I have been brought together for a reason.”
I breathed in deeply, wondering where he was trying to go with all of this. Did he want something more with me? “Well, what does any of that have to do with the fact that you were considering firing me?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “I was thinking of doing that because of how you make me feel. Because of this.”
“What do you mean by this?”
He waved his arms around him, seeming to grasp at invisible objects floating in the air. “The tension. Can't you feel it? The tension that simmers in the air every time you and I are near one another? Don't tell me there's nothing there. You know what I'm talking about.”
I couldn't deny it. I did know what he was talking about. And as I thought about it, the blood began to run through my veins a little faster, and I felt a heat rising inside me. Not an uncomfortable heat but a thrilling heat. An arousing heat.
I took another sip of the whiskey, a long, slow sip, and then looked up at him. “I know what you're talking about,” I said softly.
“So... that's why I wanted to fire you. For a short while, anyway. I thought it would be an easy solution. Out of sight, out of mind, right? But then I realized that wasn't the way. That was the coward's way to deal with it. And besides, why would I fire someone who is able to do for this company what you're able to do for it?”
“Well, uh, thanks for not firing me, I guess,” I said, unsure of how else to respond.
He chuckled. “I would never have done it. Because as e
asy as not having you around would be, just in terms of being able to concentrate, there's no way I couldn't have you around. You're already always around... up here,” he said, tapping his head.
“I understand,” I said, feeling the blood in my veins getting hotter and hotter.
“So, what do we do now?” he asked. “We both have these... feelings... to deal with. So how do we deal with them?”
“I think that we should try a little something,” I purred.
“Oh, yeah? And what would you like to try?”
I stood up and walked slowly over to him, feeling more and more turned on with every passing second. All my weariness seemed to have evaporated, and now my formerly tired muscles were filled with energy. This was crazy, and I couldn't really believe it was happening but it seemed that there was nothing I could do to stop it.
He turned his chair around, looking up at me with eyes that I could plainly see were full of lust and hunger.
“So, you were gonna fire me, huh?” I purred, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him. “That's what you were gonna do?”
He spread his legs a little wider open, inviting me to sit on his lap.
“How could I fire someone like you?” he asked. “You're a brilliant marketing director but what's more, you're sexy... so damn sexy. I can't get my mind off you.”
I accepted his unspoken invitation and slid slowly onto his lap. This was the first time our bodies had touched since the night we had slept together.
“Mm, it feels good to have you so close to me,” he whispered, running his fingers through my hair as he did. “I've been waiting for this for a long time.”
“I have, too,” I confessed. “Every time I see you, thoughts of what we did together run through my head.”
“Let's stop torturing ourselves then,” he said, gazing hungrily into my eyes. “Let's just live in the moment.”
I couldn't hold back any longer. I leaned forward and kissed him. As soon as our lips met, a surge of raw electricity coursed through me, and fiery desire ripped through my body, igniting every nerve ending with passionate flames. Kain's fingers tightened their grip on my hair, pulling me in closer as he grabbed a fistful of it. We kissed deeply and passionately, and a raw, demanding hunger for him tore through me. I had to have him inside me. I couldn't wait a moment longer.
With eager, fumbling hands I reached down and felt a throbbing hardness already swelling between his thighs. He, meanwhile, began pawing at my body with his strong hands, animal-like in his naked lust for my body. We gasped and moaned into one another's mouths as we kissed, and with every second my blood seemed to grow hotter and hotter as it coursed through my veins, ripping the heat of arousal and desire through the entirety of my body.
With eager fingers, I began unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't even bother with the buttons. He just grabbed my blouse and ripped it violently open, and then cupped my breasts, one in each hand, and started to massage them eagerly. My nipples stiffened delightfully at his touch, and I reached down inside his pants and gripped his swollen manhood. It felt good in my hand; thick, steel-hard at this point, and glowing with eager heat.
He moved his head down to my breasts as I straddled him, swirling his tongue around my nipple and sending shivers of delight tearing through my chest.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered into his ear as I kissed his neck and nibbled at his ears with a fierce hunger.
He reached down with his left hand and pulled my panties to the side, and then slid his hand onto me, gasping with pleasure as he felt how wet I already was. All the heat in my body seemed to be pooling at the meeting of my thighs; I was soft, wet, and immensely hot, and I needed him inside me.
With deft fingertips, he began stroking my clit, using a gentle, almost teasing pressure. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through me, and I gasped and moaned as I rode the waves of bliss, bucking and grinding myself onto his hand as I hungered for a harder, firmer rhythm. I reached down, unclipped his belt, and then unzipped his pants. His large manhood sprang right out, stiff and pointing skyward.
He kept my panties, which were now drenched with my wetness, pulled to the side, and then lifted me up and lowered me down onto his throbbing tower. I guided him inside me and felt a tremendous surge of intense pleasure as his length and thickness entered me, pushing its sizable mass into me inch by beautiful inch. I let out a long, slow moan as he filled me up completely, and then he gripped my ass, clamping his powerful hands onto each cheek and squeezing appreciatively, and then he began to rock me back and forth, thrusting slowly in and out of me.
His strokes were slow and deep, and each one brought with it an exquisite boost of sheer pleasure. I ran my fingers over his smooth, powerfully-muscled chest as I rode him with languid speed, relishing in the slow, deep pleasure his thrusts were giving me.
As he started to increase the speed of his thrusts, he started rubbing on my clit with his right hand, and this brought an even more intense pleasure to me. I gasped and shuddered, bucking and grinding my hips onto him as I took his full length inside of me. Wave after wave of increasingly intense pleasure began to tear powerfully through me, and I could feel the force of an orgasm building.
Now he was starting to thrust with a furious speed, grunting and panting from the exertion, and I was on the verge of exploding with sheer bliss, with each almost violent stroke pushing me closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. Then, finally, with one powerful thrust, I came. The orgasm tore through my body with a furious force that had me crying out in ecstasy, and the power of it as it surged through me left me feeling limp and almost weightless.
He came shortly after that as well, crying out hoarsely as he ejaculated. He held me tightly, breathing hard as the waves of pleasure that were coursing through each of our bodies slowly began to subside.
Now, however, through the joyous post-coital fog, a question was beginning to form in my mind. A worrying question.
What next? Where to now?
Chapter 12
Kain
I leaned back into my chair, breathing hard and sweating. The bliss of the orgasm that had just ripped through my body still lingered. I almost felt high. I smiled as I looked down at the beautiful head rested on my bare chest, her arms wrapped around me as she simmered in the afterglow of her own orgasm. Mandy breathed out a long, contented sigh. This moment was magic, pure magic, and I wanted it to last forever but reality was already starting to slide in, and I knew things were going to go back to how they had been before.
The catch was, I wanted more than that. I wanted to be able to call her mine.
I blinked a few times, shaking the thought from my head.
Hold up there, hold up, you're moving too quickly. Hell, how do you even know that she wants to do anything like that? After all, it does take two to tango, as the saying goes.
I tried to push these thoughts out of my head. This wasn't what I wanted or needed to be thinking about right now. But still, it was something that was going to have to be confronted and dealt with at some stage.
Mandy looked up at me, and genuine affection stared up at me, maybe even something more. “That was... that was pretty amazing,” she murmured, still looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes.
I smiled, a broad smile of genuine warmth. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was seeing the same thing in my eyes that I could see in hers. That thing that both of us were feeling but, perhaps, neither of us were quite ready to talk about. Not yet, not for a while, maybe.
“It was,” I replied. “I couldn’t agree more.”
We both stared into one another's eyes for a few moments, still savoring the elation of our lovemaking. Eventually, though, Mandy stood. For a few moments, as she put her clothes back on, I was treated to the sight of her naked body with those exquisite curves. Man, she was attractive. Curvier girls had always been my type, the ones who really got my motor turning, and she was packing some serious heat in the curves department. Do
wn below, I felt a stirring, a swelling and a throbbing of heat and excitement but even though I wanted to do it again, I held back.
After a few moments, she finished putting her clothes on and then straightened her hair and got her bag. “I guess I'd better get going. As you know, I've been here literally all day, and now half the night as well, and I have to, and I really mean have to get some rest now.”
I nodded. “Of course. You did email me everything you finished up this evening, right?”
It was amazing – and kind of weird – how quickly we managed to slip back into work talk after what we had just done together. Was it a sign that things were...? No, no, I wasn’t going to read too much into this right now.
“If you check your email, you'll see that it's all there,” she said.
I nodded. “Fantastic. Thank you so much for that. I really, truly appreciate the hard work you've been doing. I know we've been pushing you pretty hard, and you've really held up under all of this pressure. I'm genuinely impressed.”
She smiled. “Thank you. I do enjoy working here. It's a challenge, of course, but it's a good challenge, and I can definitely say that I’m learning and growing because of it.”
“Excellent. I'm glad we've been able to provide you with the opportunity to do that.”
She nodded and stepped toward the door. A sudden anxiety sprang up inside me as she did.
“Wait a second,” I said as she reached the door.
She turned around, running her fingers through her hair as she did, and for a brief moment I was totally struck once again by just how stunning she was.
“Yeah?”
I breathed in slowly and deeply before speaking, feeling a tingle of nervousness inside me. “Are we gonna... are we gonna talk about what just happened?”
I immediately saw a look of something in her expression, something a little like fear, or maybe anxiety, definitely something like awkwardness, but she quickly disguised it. “I, uh... Well, I know we should. Obviously. It's just that right now... you know, I'm exhausted, I'm sleep deprived, and I'm feeling like a total zombie.”
