The Complete Perfect Series

by Lindsey Powell

  My make-up is more striking than usual. I have gone for the smokey-eye-effect and a dark shade of red lipstick that will have Jake eating out of the palm of my hand. The lift opens, and I exit, making a beeline for his office.

  I stop in front of Valerie’s desk and she looks up at me and smiles.

  “Oh, hello, dear,” she greets me. She really is a lovely woman and always has a welcoming smile on her face. “Mr Waters is just finishing up a meeting. Shall I inform him that you are here?”

  “Yes, please, Valerie,” I reply sweetly. I take a seat outside his office and wait.

  I listen to Valerie buzz through to Jake, and within a minute a couple of men walk out of his office. I have my legs crossed in front of me and the men eye me appreciatively. I smile back at them, so as not to appear rude, when I see Jake stood in his office doorway, scowling at me. I know that he isn’t happy that the men were looking at me in a hungry manner.

  I keep the smile plastered on my face as I approach him, swaying my hips as I move. I squeeze past him and enter his office, making my way to his desk.

  “No interruptions,” I hear Jake say to Valerie. I put my briefcase on his desk and then I turn around and lean against the edge of the desk. Jake clicks the office door shut and puts his hands in his trouser pockets. I love it when he does that, it makes him look so powerful and dominant.

  He stalks towards me and I start to get a flutter in my stomach.

  Good grief, he is so hot. Will I ever tire of looking at him?

  He stops a couple of feet in front of me and raises his eyebrows in question.

  “Hi, baby,” I purr at him. I know that he will be wondering why I am not in a bad mood from him leaving me in the ensuite this morning.

  “Hi.” His reply is short as his eyes roam my body from top to toe. His eyes twinkle as he drinks in my appearance, signalling that this was definitely the right choice of clothing to wear. I clear my throat to get his attention. His gaze snaps back to mine, and I would like nothing more than to make love to him on this desk, but I have a plan to stick to.

  “I can’t stay long as I’m meeting Martin for lunch.” I need to stay focussed and keep my head in the game for this to work.

  “You mean, you haven’t come to have lunch with me?”

  “No, afraid not.” He looks disappointed, but I brush it off. I push myself off of the desk and saunter to him, placing my hands on his firm, toned chest. “I just wanted to say that, I’m sorry for leaving you high and dry last night. I feel bad and I was hoping that we could make up for it tonight?”

  “Hmm, and what exactly did you have in mind?” he asks.

  I run my hands up his chest and link them around his neck, bringing his lips down to mine. I kiss him slowly, and I move one of my hands down to his crotch.

  “I think that you can guess but let me spell it out for you. I want this,” I squeeze his crotch gently to indicate what I am talking about, “Inside me. I want these,” I take my other hand and brush my thumb over his lips, “All over me. I want every inch of my body to be worshipped by you.”

  I plant another kiss on his lips and he groans deep in the back of his throat. “And I want this,” I grab one of his hands and place it on my ass, “To be broken in by you.”

  That does it, I am pushed back onto the desk and laid down, Jake’s body covering mine. His lips crash down onto mine, and my hands grab Jake’s hair, pulling gently.

  My plan is working.

  He is putty in my hands.

  I mentally give myself a high-five. The buzzer on Jake’s desk rings and Valerie’s voice informs us that Jake’s one o’clock meeting has arrived early, even though he told her not to interrupt us. I’m guessing that the meeting is important though for Valerie to go against Jake’s orders. Jake breaks our kiss and grunts in frustration. He stands up, pulling me with him.

  “Fucking meetings,” he curses as he straightens out his jacket. “You’re a bad girl, Miss Paris.”

  “I prefer the term dirty, but I suppose bad is okay,” I tease.

  “How am I meant to concentrate on my meeting now?”

  “I’m sure you’ll manage,” I whisper in his ear. I stand tall and pick my briefcase up off of the desk. “See you at home, handsome.” I side-step him and walk to his office door.

  I turn my head before I open the door, and I find Jake transfixed on me, just as I knew he would be.

  “I’m going to ruin you, Miss Paris.”

  “That’s what I’m counting on.” Inside I am doing a little victory dance at how well this part of my plan has gone.

  “Before you go, could you try and do me a favour?” Jake asks.

  “Sure, what is it?”

  “Can you try not to give any of my business associates a heart attack on the way out. That outfit is far too sexy for you to be wearing out in public.” I smile at him, give him a wink and I open the door. I walk out of his office feeling more than satisfied with myself.

  I wave goodbye to Valerie and ignore the guy that is currently waiting to see Jake. I return to the lifts and wait for one to become available. When one does, I press the button for Martin’s floor and I make my way to his office.

  I get to Martin’s office and I knock on the door. I don’t want to barge in if he is busy.

  “Come in,” I hear him shout. I open the door and I get a wolf-whistle off of him as I walk in. “Hey, baby girl.”

  “Hi, Mart,” I reply, taking a seat on the chair opposite him.

  “I take it by the way you are dressed, that the sexual revenge plan is in full swing?” he asks, one eyebrow raised.

  “It is indeed.”

  “You don’t waste any time, do you?”

  “Nope.”

  “Did you bring lunch?” I roll my eyes at him and place my briefcase on my lap, clicking it open. I pull out two large trays of sushi and place them in front of Martin. “OMG. I fucking love you. You do know how to spoil me,” Martin says. He doesn’t waste any time in opening up one of the trays and shoving some salmon into his mouth. “Mmm, mmm, mmm. Delish.”

  “Okay, calm down there. It’s just sushi.” I laugh as I take a piece of salmon for myself.

  I know that sushi is Martin’s favourite food, but I didn’t expect him to almost orgasm over eating it. I pull two bottles of iced tea out of my briefcase, and hand one to Martin.

  “Ah, I love you even more.” Martin opens his bottle and takes a few swigs. “Mmm. Heaven.”

  “Can we stop climaxing over the food and drink choices now, please?” I say playfully.

  “Sorry.” He doesn’t look sorry.

  “So, how has your first week here been?” I ask after finishing my mouthful of food.

  “It’s fabulous, darling. I have so many events to plan, and I love the atmosphere in this place. I owe you one, baby girl. If it weren’t for you, I would still be working for that douche-bag Charles.”

  “No problem. I’m glad that you like it here.” I’m so pleased that Jake hired Martin. I think he is really going to appreciate having Martin on his payroll.

  “Now, stop stalling, and tell me about this plan of yours that you have already put into action.” I chuckle to myself and take a sip of my drink. Martin places his hands under his chin, resting his head on his palms, waiting for me to fill him in. I quickly tell him about what happened last night, and this morning, and then I finish off with what I just did in Jake’s office.

  Martin gasps. “Stacey Paris, I never had you down as such a hussy. I love it!” I laugh at his reaction.

  “What I really need now though is a pair of handcuffs.” Martin splutters, and bits of sushi fly across his desk. “Ewww,” I squeal as I push my chair back slightly.

  “Sorry,” he says, once he has swallowed the remainder of his food. I sit there and patiently wait for him to regain his composure. “It takes a lot to shock me, and I certainly never had you down as a handcuff kind of girl.”

  I shrug my shoulders at him. “What can I say? Jake brings out m
y naughty side.”

  Martin laughs and opens one of his desk drawers. He pulls out a pair of handcuffs, still in their packaging, and places them on the desk. My mouth drops open.

  “Martin,” I say slowly. “Do I even want to know why you have a pair of handcuffs in your desk drawer, at work?”

  “You never know when an opportunity may present itself,” he answers with no shame. “You need to be prepared, darling.” He is completely unfazed by my shock. “As you can see, I am yet to use them.” I scoff and he pushes the handcuffs towards me. I pick them up and put them in my briefcase.

  “Uh, thanks,” I say, still shocked that he produced the very item that I needed.

  “No worries. My gift to you.” He bursts out laughing and I join in with him.

  Tonight is certainly going to be a night that Jake will remember forever.

  Chapter Ten

  Stacey

  I leave Martin’s office once his lunch break has ended, and I head to the lifts. The doors ping open and I falter as I enter. Jake is stood there, by himself, looking devilishly handsome.

  How any of the women working here get any work done is beyond me. I would be rendered useless every time that Jake was in sight.

  I stand beside him and face the lift doors. I see that Jake is travelling to the ground floor, so there is no need for me to push the button. My heart rate speeds up as the lift doors close.

  We stand there, staring at each other in the mirrored walls.

  “A pleasure to see you again, Miss Paris.” I love the way he says my name, and I smile at him.

  “You too, Mr Waters.”

  “If only there weren’t any camera’s in here.” I raise my eyebrow in question. “If there weren’t, then you would be up against the wall right now, gasping for breath,” he says, calmly. I intake a sharp breath and keep my eyes fixed on him. I can feel the heat rushing up my body.

  The lift stops, and the doors open on the ground floor. We both stride out and into the lobby, Jake placing his hand at the bottom of my spine. I see a few envious looks from some of the female staff, but I ignore them.

  We exit the building and I see Eric is waiting outside with the limo.

  “Hi, Eric,” I say, giving him a wave.

  “Miss Stacey,” Eric replies with a nod of his head.

  I turn to Jake and put my hand on his chest to stop him from walking any further.

  “You know,” I whisper in his ear. “It would have been you gasping for breath in that lift.” Jake raises his eyebrows. “I’ll see you later, handsome.” I place a quick kiss on his cheek as I walk in the direction of the car park.

  “Stacey,” I hear Jake call my name. I stop and turn my head to look at him. He stands there with a sexy as hell glint in his eye. “I’ll be home at five. You better be ready for me.”

  “Oh, I will be, don’t you worry about that.” He grins, and I turn back around and carry on walking. He really won’t be expecting what I have in store for him.

  I reach the car park, get in my car and drive to the mall as I need to purchase some attire for this evening’s plan. I really should be at The Den catching up on paperwork, but my sex revenge plan trumps the idea of work.

  I fire off a quick text to Susie telling her that I will be unavailable tonight after all. I hope she doesn’t get too pissed off. I reason with myself that she enjoys filling in for me when I am not there. I will definitely need to spend the day there tomorrow though.

  When I reach the mall, I park the car and head straight to the designer lingerie shop. I walk in and there are hundreds of beautiful pieces to choose from. However, I am not just looking for something beautiful. I am looking for something that stands out and screams sexy but classy and stunning at the same time.

  I make my way through the shop, perusing every item that I can see, but it isn’t until I reach the back of the shop that I find what I am looking for. On the back wall is the most gorgeous white lace bodysuit that I have ever seen. The intricate detail of the lace gives me a shiver down my spine as I picture Jake’s face at seeing me in this garment. I look through the rack and locate my size. The bodysuit has a plunging neck-line and pretty, small and delicate rhinestones running down the sides.

  I don’t bother to try it on. I know that this is the perfect choice.

  I hurry to the counter to pay for it, and I nearly faint at the price when the sales assistant scans the barcode. I hand over my card, trying to conceal my shock at the amount. As I put my pin in the card machine, I realise how ridiculous it is that I am spending such an obscene amount of money on one item. I argue with myself that I am making good money now, and there is no better way to spend it. If I can’t buy something that is definitely going to bring Jake to his knees begging, then it’s a poor job.

  After purchasing the bodysuit, I go to the shoe shop and buy some white stilettos to complete the look that I will be going for. I have everything else that I need at home, so I return to my car and pump up the music as I drive back.

  I get back to the house at half past three, leaving me an hour and a half to get ready before Jake arrives home. I run up the stairs, shower, shave and moisturise every part of my body. I decide to put my hair up into a high ponytail, so that it doesn’t cover up the top part of the bodysuit. I slip the white lace bodysuit on and assess my appearance in the mirror. I admire how the bodysuit hugs my curves and how it accentuates my breasts. I put the white stilettos on and I apply some nude make-up to finish the look.

  I can’t wait to see the look on Jake’s face when he sees me.

  I check the time and see that I have ten minutes left until he arrives home. I race downstairs and carry one of the chairs from the dining table up to the bedroom. I position the chair to the side of the bed, and I take the handcuffs out of my briefcase. I rip the packaging off of them and hide them under my pillow on the bed before I race to the hallway window.

  The limo is pulling onto the driveway and my heart starts to beat wildly. Jake gets out of the limo and my whole body shivers with excitement. He is so perfect that sometimes I feel the need to pinch myself, just so I know that I am not dreaming.

  I watch him walking up the steps to the front door, and I race back to the bedroom. I take a few deep breaths as I take my white silk dressing gown off of the back of the bedroom door. I put it on and tie it around myself.

  “Stacey?” I hear Jake shout out from downstairs. I check myself over in the mirror once more, and I walk to the top of the stairs.

  “Up here,” I call down to him. I wait as I hear him approaching.

  When he finally comes into view, my heart does a little flutter. His eyes peruse my attire, and he raises one eyebrow in question. I try to stop my body from shaking. I need to remain in control.

  “Good afternoon at work?” I ask him, innocently.

  “Not too bad.” He slowly starts to walk up the stairs towards me, like a predator about to strike for its prey. “And what have you been up to?” he asks as he reaches the top of the stairs. I take a few steps backwards, needing to leave some space between us.

  If he touches me, then my plan will go to hell.

  “Oh, nothing much.”

  “May I ask why you are standing there looking insanely fuckable in those heels?” I smile at his comment.

  “Wait and see, baby. Want to follow me into the bedroom?”

  “Hell yeah.” I turn and walk to the bedroom, Jake following behind me. I stop when I reach the bed and whirl around, so that I am facing him. He stops and looks at the chair, eyeing me suspiciously.

  “What’s the chair for?” he asks.

  “You’ll find out soon enough. Now, strip.” Jake’s eyes go wide at my commanding tone. I keep a straight face and hope to God that he does as I ask.

  After a few moments, Jake starts to remove his clothes, keeping his eyes on me the whole time. I feel my face flush as more and more of his naked body is revealed. I struggle to regulate my breathing as he removes his boxers and stands there in all hi
s naked glory. His body really is spectacular.

  I clear my throat and find my voice. “Get on the bed and lie facing upwards.”

  “Feeling dominant, are we?” he teases, but I can tell that he is getting turned on by my tone.

  “Get on the bed, Waters.” I keep my voice firm, ignoring his question. He lets out a low growl and does as I ask. I keep the dressing gown on, and I sit by him on the bed.

  He goes to touch me, but I waggle my finger at him and shake my head. He reluctantly puts his hands back by his sides and waits to see what I am going to do next.

  “Arms above your head,” I instruct. He complies immediately.

  I lean over him, placing a soft kiss on his lips as I pull out the handcuffs and shake them in front of his face. I smirk at him and place one of the cuffs on his wrist. He watches as I hook the handcuffs around one of the wooden rails on the headboard, and I then put the other cuff around his other wrist, locking it in place.

  Well, that was easier than I expected. I thought that he would make a fuss.

  “Um, babe, I can’t touch you if I’m handcuffed like this.”

  “Exactly.” I smile, stand up off of the bed and face him. He watches me intently as I untie the belt on my dressing gown and take it off, letting it pool at my feet.

  “Fuck me,” he exclaims as he admires my choice of lingerie. “You look like an angel.” I smile at him and climb back onto the bed, so that I am straddling him.

  Bringing my face down to his, I allow our lips to touch and sparks fly immediately, as they always do. He groans as I massage his tongue with mine. I can feel his cock standing to attention, and it takes all of my effort to break our kiss and pull away from him.

  He looks at me with a dazed expression on his face. I move off of him and stand by the side of the bed. He frowns at me, clearly annoyed that I have halted proceedings.

  “Uh, what are you doing?” he asks, looking puzzled.

  This is the part of the plan that I have been looking forward to the most.

  “Well, baby, this is called payback.”