my one ni-ght bo-ss ??
Chapter 12
Our hands tangle together in the cab as we head downtown, and I feel Charles kizz my hair. It strikes me, how normal this all feels. It’s almost too easy. I remember when I asked him ‘Do things like this really happen?’
Apparently they do.
“I like us like this.” I say, squeezing his fingers between my own. “I like how easy it is to be with you.”
He doesn’t say anything in response, only kizzes my li-ps. There is no rush, no hesitation, just sweetness and light.
That same raw feeling bubbles up in my gut, the one I felt when he met my parents. Like this is too de-ep too soon, moving so fast it’s likely to pull me un-der. It’s terrifying. I never thought I’d voluntarily drown.
***
“Where are we?” I ask. It doesn’t look like much, just a back street downtown. He gets out of the cab and points to a set of stairs. “We’re at the beginning of the High Line. It’s an old elevated railroad track that’s been converted into a park. And it’s one of my favorite places in the city.”
“That’s amazing.” I say.
We climb the stairs and appear in a different world. Along this ledge above the city are paths filled with greenery and flowers. Strange statues and art appear at intervals along with views of downtown and glimpse of the Hudson. “I didn’t know places like this existed in the city.”
His fingers curl throu-ghmine. “Most people don’t when they first come here, which is why I wanted to show you.”
“Thank you.” I tug on his hand, “It means a lot.”
He sighs, and pulls me over to the railing, overlooking an avenue filled with cars and people. This view sums up New York perfectly: beautiful and crowded and chaotic. “I know that I’ve been in my head. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize for that.”
“Being worried about something isn’t an excuse for neglecting someone.” He says, looking down at our entwined hands.
I co-ck my head to the side, “We’ve had…frankly mind-blowing se-x in your office every day this week. I wouldn’t say you’re neglecting me. Are we even far enough down this road to worry about that?”
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry, and explain why I’ve been so worried.”
I prop myself up on my toes and wrap my arms around his ne-ck. I pull his li-ps in for a kizz, and this time I’m the one who asks for entrance. I run my tongue along his, hopefully reminding him of other things that I’ve done with my tongue. “I told you, you don’t have to apologize, but I always want to hear what you’re thinking.” “I’ve started digging dee-per into Seattle’s books. It’s worst than I thought. It’s not just that the spending is out of control, there’s a bunch of efficiency issues that are causing us to lose money. I started looking into the other cities as well, and Seattle is just the one that showed up first. We’re weak as a company, and as CEO I should have known that. I should have been able to see it earlier.”
“You blame yourself for this?”
He lets go of my hand and turns out towards the city. “It’s like history is repeating itself, just like Peter. I made these decisions and now the company is falling apa-rt. If the investors see how weak we really are, they’ll walk away. And that will be the best of bad options because if they see how weak we are they could try to take the company.”
“Charles, your company isn’t falling apa-rt. Not yet. You can still fix things. You said that Seattle just showed up first—so change things in the other cities before they get so bad.”
“Yeah,” He runs his fingers throu-ghhis hair, “I’m already trying to. But these things have an impact. It may not be enough. If I lost Peter’s company after everything that he did for me, I don’t know how I could live with myself.”
I wrap my arms around him, pressing my head into his back. “Everything will work out. I promise.” His stomach expands un-der my hands as he takes a breath. “You can’t promise that, but thank you.”
The sun is slowly setting behind us, and neither of us move for a long time, simply breathing together. When he does he turns inside my arms to face me, taking my face in his hands. “I feel something for you.” He says, “but I don’t know if you want me to say it.”
“You can’t possibly know that yet.” “But I do know it,” he says, “I want you to know that I know it.”
My stomach tumbles into freefall as he kizzes me and my body comes alive. His li-ps press into me and his hands roam across my back and forward across my brea-st s leaving Goosebumps where his fingers touch me. I feel myself growing we-t at the thought of where his hands might go next and I almost forget that we’re in public. Almost.
I think he might have forgotten too, or just didn’t care, but his hands move back to safer grounds. I feel what he said in every kizz and sweep of his tongue. He doesn’t stop kizzing me until long after the sun has set, and de-ep in my gut I suspect I don’t want him to ever stop.
Alyssa
I wake up to the following text message.
I would like you to wear a dress to the office today with absolutely nothing un-derneath it.
It makes me laugh, though I’m not sure why. I pick out a pretty dress from my closet, soft and purple and feminine. There’s a happiness leaking throu-ghme today, not in small pa-rt to last night. Charles loves me—he essentially told me that. The rational, cautious pa-rt of me tells me that it’s way too fast and it’s nothing to be happy about. The rest of me tells her to shut up and giggles about the fact that I’m in love.
The whole world freezes. I’m in love. Me. Not just him. Wow.
It’s a few heartbeats before the world starts again, and when it does everything is shiny and new. I take extra care with my make up, and leave my hair down in spite of the heat because I know Charles loves to run his fingers throu-ghit. I thought I would feel nervous walking into the office without a br@ and pa-nties. Instead I feel covert and se-x y, like a dirty little secret.
I walk into Charles’ office and kizz him good morning, ignoring the fact that the door is wide open. “Why, hello.” He says.
“Hi.” I sit down in his lap and continue to kizz him, not wanting to be any further away from him after my revelation.
“What’s gotten into you this morning.” He asks in between my @$$ault on his li-ps.
“I feel good today.” I tell him, “I thought about those three little words and I realize I know them too.”
He stops, pulls back to look at me. “You do?”
“I do.”
The smile on his face rivals the sun for brightness. “You love me?”
“I love you.” Something clic-ks into place, and I feel myself settle. Like this is where I’ve supposed to have been all along.
my one ni-ght bo-ss ??
Chapter 13
“I love you.” Something clic-ks into place, and I feel myself settle. Like this is where I’ve supposed to have been all along.
“I love you.” He says. “You’re kind, and smart, and se-x y. I knew I wanted be with you the minute you told me off.” I kizz him, turning to push him back further in his chair, but he stops me. “Wait.” He helps me to stand goes and closes the door. “I wasn’t going to do this until later. I planned this before, but I can’t wait now.”
“The text message.” I say.
The smile he flashes me is full of sin. “Did you wear anything un-der that dress?”
“No, Sir.”
He comes to me slowly, hooking his fingers in the fabric of my dress and pushing it off my shoulders. It puddles around my wa-ist, leaving my brea-st s exp-osed. They’re already peaked when he begins to touch them, bending down to su-ck one ni-ppleinto his mouth while he pla-ys with the other. Every flic-k of his tongue drives s-ns¶tion straight to my pv$$y, which is growing we-tter by the second. He moves to my other Nip-ple, and the cool office air makes me gasp in the wake of his mouth. “I love your brea-st s.” He says, standing. “I’m going to give you your fantasy.”
I find that it’s suddenly ha-rd to breathe. “Which one?”
He pinches both my Nip-ples and pulls, and I gasp at the sudden pain, aro-use d. “You’re going to bend over, and I’m going to fu-ck you until you forget your own name.”
The words sound so much better than I imagined they would coming from his mouth. I think I’m going to come already.
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“Do you feel helpless, Alyssa?”
My whole body is shaking un-der his touch. “Yes, Sir.”
“Is this what you wanted?” He moves his hips, p-ulling out and thr-usting in again and sending sparks across my vision.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me what you want.” I cry out as his other hand moves to my cl!t, and he slams into me again. I’m drowning in s-ns¶tion. “fu-ck me, Sir. Please.”
He pulls out of me all the way and slides back in, moving ha-rd and fast. His fingers are working my cl!t and I’m already at the edge. He doesn’t slow down, and I let go. The world goes hazy as plea-sure shatters my body. My muscles are trembling but he told me not to move, so I’m going to move. I feel full of him, stuffed to the brim with his co-ck. His arms ti-ghten around me, and I hear him swear. Nothing is else exists except for the feeling of him entering me, every stro-ke ru-b-bing against that place inside that makes my body jump.
He ru-bs my cl!t, pinching and squeezing and I’m there again breaking open. I can’t help that I’m saying his name over and over again. He’s pounding into me now, my brea-st s swinging with each thr-ust. I’m floating in a cloud of plea-sure, and now he’s taking his just like I asked him to. The thought makes my pv$$y clench, and he Gr0-ns. His breath is coming fast too, and I know he’s close. I squee-zehim inside me, and he I feel him jump inside me. His fingers ru-b ha-rd, timing with his stro-kes, going fas-ter and fas-ter. “No.” I say.
“Yes.” He for-ces me off the edge again, and I scream his name. This Orgasm making my knees buckle. He thr-usts into me one last time, and I feel him come. He Gr0-ns, holding me in place as his co-ck spends itself.
I’ve collap-sed on top of the desk, coming back to myself slowly. He pulls out of me, and I miss the feeling of being filled. “Alyssa—”
I don’t get to hear what he has to say, as he’s cut off by clapping. Clapping from the doorway.
I look, and whatever lingering plea-sure I felt is gone. Jennifer is standing in the doorway, applauding.
“I have to say that was a great show.”
I pull myself up off the desk, adjusting my dress as I do. Charles is staring at Jennifer like a snake just came into his office. “What are you doing here?”
“I came for our appointment. The one we spoke about at the pa-rty? You said you’d listen to my ideas for a new location.”
“Jennifer,” I say, “Your appointment was for tomorrow.”
“Was it?” She sm-irks, “Oops. That’s all my fault. But good for me, I’ll have br@nd new gossip to share with all Mr. Saxon’s loyal fans.”
“Please don’t.” I say.
“Why not?” Her tone is vicious, “Don’t want to be known as the office slut?”
“Watch yourself.” Charles says, and she ignores him, still looking at me. “I told you he was the type to fu-ck his secretary.” “No, Jennifer.” Charles says, “I’m not. I’m just not the type to fu-ck you.”
Her face goes cold. “I see. Well I don’t think you’ll be keeping little Alyssa as your toy any longer. Not unless you want to lose this entire company.”
“What?” The word comes out of both our mouths at the same time.
Jennifer crosses her arms. “You think I don’t know about Seattle and the state of this company? I do. I know everything. Imagine how the employees at your company are going to feel when they find out that instead of paying attention, you were letting this company bleed out while you were fu-cking your secretary. I think Heely International will think twice about their offer to invest.”
“No one will believe that’s what happ—”
“Alyssa, don’t.” Charles holds out a hand. He looks back at Jennifer. “What do you want?” “Fire her.” Jennifer says. “Right now.”
My jaw drops open. “You can’t be serious.”
“Of course I’m serious,” She fires back, “Because of you this company almost sank. I have a lot invested here, more than a secretary who’s been working here for three weeks. I don’t want to see it worthless just because you couldn’t keep your legs closed.”
I open my mouth but nothing comes out. This isn’t happening. “Fire her, Charles, and stop seeing her. If you do that your little secret will stay safe with me. Oh, that and a big fat bonus check.”
I look at Charles. He’s gone pale, and I see his jaw working. Clenching and unclenching. “You’re not actually considering this.”
“Alyssa, you know what this company means to me.”
“Charles, this is blackmail. You have no cause to fire me.” He swallows, turning to his desk. He takes a pen and begins to write a note. He folds the paper in two and hands it to me. “I’m sorry, Alyssa. I can’t let this company—Peter’s company—fail.”
“Please don’t do this,” I say, fighting back a sudden surge of tears. “You can’t fire me. I can’t be fired again. You told me you love me.”
Jennifer laughs. “And you believed him?”
“Alyssa Harrington, your employment at Saxon Hotels, Inc. has been terminated. Effective immediately. I think it’s best if you go.”
The tears flow over my eyes. “You can’t.”
“I can.” He says.
It takes every ounce of my strength to leave his office. But I do, because I’ve never seen his eyes so cold. I get my things and head for the elevators, trying to hold myself together until I can be truly alone.
TBC