Authors: Claire Adams
“I am not bashful.” I looked at him again.
“I can talk dirty and everything.”
He started chuckling. “Oh, really? Let’s
hear it then.”
I could feel my face turning a shade of
deep red. “Huh?” I looked at him as though I had no idea what he was saying. I
was trapped.
“Let me hear you talk dirty,” he said with
a twinkle in his eyes. “‘And everything.’”
Covering my face with both my hands, I
sighed. Okay, okay I can do this.
“I’m… dirty. I’m a dirty, dirty girl, who
likes to have a lot of sex and stuff. And in weird positions. Like this one
time when Stacey and I found this video from Nick’s stash where the girl like
bends against the guy from underneath him like a gymnast – like that, and I
can-“ I made the mistake of looking at his eyes and we both burst into a bout
of uncontrollable laughter.
“Okay.” I shrugged. “So I can’t actually
talk dirty. And everything.”
“Yet.” He winked and leaned in to kiss my
neck.
“Mmm,” I moaned.
“Ready for round two?” he mumbled against
my neck. “I’ll be gentle this time, I promise.”
“No,” I whispered and he broke off to look
at me in confusion. I clarified, “No, don’t be gentle.”
Then I boldly proceeded to unzip his pants
and take him in my mouth. He began to fuck my face uncontrollably. The power I
felt from being able to make him lose control like that was glorious. I licked
his shaft while occasionally sucking the tip. It clearly worked because he
climaxed in no time, making me feel incredibly proud of myself.
After a few more rounds, we fell asleep on
the couch and I woke up in the middle of the night.
“I have to go.” I rubbed his nose. “Class
tomorrow. And people will start coming in here in like 4 hours. They can’t see
this.”
He groaned. “That’s why we should’ve taken
this to my place. Next time, my place!”
Next time. So there would be a next
time.
I tried not to seem as excited as
I actually was. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, leaning in for a kiss.
“You won’t,” he said, sighing. “I’m going
to New York for business for two days. We are trying to set up a branch in the
East Coast and see how we may advance.”
“Lucky! I’ve never been to New York. Is it
as amazing as it is on TV?”
He shrugged. “It’s just a city. But I’ll
take you there sometime.”
“No thank you,” I said, a little too
quickly. Of course I wanted to be taken to New York someday. Every person in
the world wanted to be taken to New York someday. But I couldn’t let Zayden do
me any more favors. Plus, I was afraid I would take his promises too seriously
and assume this whole deal meant a whole lot more than it actually did. I
wasn’t quite sure where we stood right now. There was, of course, the contract.
We had a full five months of that left, so he wasn’t going to discard me until
then for sure. But what about after that? It would probably be goodbye and he
would be done with me forever.
I tried not to dwell on that and instead
focused on the wonderful night I had. I didn’t remember the last time I had
truly had fun, not worrying about anything. I didn’t remember the last time I
was simply happy. This might have been temporary, but in that moment I decided
that for the next five months, I would focus on one thing: being happy. What
happened after didn’t matter.
“Ms. Roberts, what is the formula for
standard deviation?” I heard a voice come from a distance. It sounded a little
like my name…
Oh shit. I was transported back into a
classroom full of college students and a frustrated-looking teacher staring
down at me. “Ms. Roberts, are you still with us?”
“Yes, sorry!” I snapped out. “The formula
for standard deviation...”
I knew this. I did. Why couldn’t I
remember it right that second though? I needed to stop thinking about Zayden
and that night in class. I was never unable to answer a question.
“Ms. Roberts,” the teacher said. “I would
really appreciate it if you paid some attention in class. Nobody wants to be
here, even I don’t want to be here to try and explain statistics to disengaged
students. But it’s my job, and you could make my job a lot easier by feigning
some interest. The unintentional side effect would be some good grades. Do you
know what those look like?”
I nodded, feeling humiliated. If only he
knew that I was a straight-A student. A teacher had never berated me in my life
before this. I really needed to get my shit together. “I’m sorry. I am just
having a rough day. It won’t happen again.”
“Good, because your mid-term exam for this
class is tomorrow,” he said, now addressing the whole class.
Phew. Mid-term. I’d ace that and
everything would be okay again. No more thinking about sex in class though.
What was even happening to me? I was going to kill Zayden Sinclair when he
returned from New York. He was beginning to interfere with my everyday life.
Chapter
2
Zayden
Did she have to be in class? I hated not
having the view of her ass from my office. All I had to look at was old Mrs.
Brian, who seemed to think frowning at every customer that walked in was
company policy.
I picked up my phone to call Aria,
wondering if I could demand that she become present at work instantly, but she
probably wouldn’t answer her phone in class. Grunting, I thought about how much
fun we were going to have when I took her home tonight. I had made some plans,
all right.
We hadn’t quite had the chance to do it
after that night in the office. First I had to rush off to New York, and when I
got back, there was a whole pile of work waiting for me to return to, and
countless annoying meetings. At least I had found a way to make work
interesting the day I had returned from New York. I thought back to that
morning, when Aria had seen me walk into the office from her teller’s booth and
was visibly struggling not to run to me. She didn’t want to tarnish her
reputation and worsen mine. Thank god she was clever. So I had to devise a plan
to get her to come into my office. And keep her there.
I called her phone.
“Good morning, Mrs. Roberts,” I grinned at
her from the distance. “How are you doing, today?”
“Better now,” she grinned back. “For no
particular reason, though.”
“There seems to be a steady number of
reinforcements for your tasks at the teller’s booth over there. There’s Mrs.
Brian, and the new kid should be arriving. Do you think you could make yourself
available for some executive-level assistance?”
“What did you have in mind?” She winked at
me. It was so damn sexy.
“What I really have in mind is bending you
over my desk and making you come over and over again.” I watched her flush. It
was so satisfying. “Since it’s the middle of the day, however, and we have a
lot of company, I will settle for you coming into my office and sorting through
my filing cabinet.”
She looked taken aback, but said, “Oh
yeah, sure, anything you want. You’re the boss.”
“I’m not finished,” I added with a wink.
She wasn’t the only one who could do that. “I want you to sort through my
filing cabinet, but first I want you to go to the bathroom and take your
panties off, so that I get a nice view of your ass and pussy when you’re
filing.”
She gasped. “Are you serious?”
“I don’t joke about pussy, Aria. Go take
your panties off. Now.” And then I hung up. Watching her from a distance, I
could tell she was equally as frustrated as she was aroused, and my cock was
already throbbing hard from that conversation.
She walked into my office a few moments
later and I said: “Where are they?”
“What?” She looked confused.
“Your panties.”
She raised her eyebrows. “In my purse. Why
does it matter?”
I pulled my top desk drawer out and said,
“Place them there. So you can’t cheat in case I step out of my desk.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” she whispered,
sounding more frustrated than aroused now.
“Panties. Now.” I stared at her with a
stern face until she gave up and stormed to place them where I had asked.
“Anything else? Do you want me to strip naked so everyone in the office can
have a nice show, too?”
She was angrier than I had realized. “Just
calm down,” I said, gently. “I thought you’d find it sexy.”
“I do and it’s annoying. I don’t want to
find it sexy. I was looking forward to your return from New York, and wanted to
ask you about your trip, and tell you about my progress on the Econ paper, and
so much more. But as soon as you walked in, all I could think about was the
other night.”
She paused for a second as though very
nervous about what was to come next, then added, “All I could think about was
the other night, and how much I wanted to repeat it. Right now.”
“Aria,” I gasped, getting super hard. “We
can book a hotel room around the corner and—”
“No,” she said quickly. “This is exactly
what I am talking about. I would love to accompany you to a hotel room and have
you do me as you please. It pisses me off though that you do this while I’m at
work. I need these hours. I need to be able to work while at work.”
“I’ll pay you double to take the day off.”
“Stop saying that, it’s disrespectful. I
want to earn the money I make.”
“I didn’t mean to offend you… I just
figured, you want it, I want it, there seems to be no logical reason that
either of us should be clothed right now.”
“But there is,” she sighed. “It’s called
my job. And yours!”
“Meh,” I said shrugging. “I own the
company, that’s hardly a job.”
“After work,” she snapped. “After everyone
leaves, we can hang around in your office and do whatever it is that you want
to do.”
“You make it sound like such a chore. How
flattering,” I snapped back. “And despite that charming proposition, I’ll have
to decline in favor of a sausage fest. Board meeting tonight.”
“We don’t have to be at each other’s
throats like this you know,” she said, sighing deeply.
“Well, the fucking sexual tension in the
room is making us act this way.”
“Yeah, it’s something like that,” she
said, staring at her feet.
“Not to change the subject but I got you
something,” I said, producing a tiny box from inside my suit pocket.
“What is it?” She looked nervous.
“Not a ring, obviously,” I said, handing
her a box.
“Oh really? I was so convinced that it was
a ring, and that one steamy night with me had made you decide you wanted me for
the rest of your life. Cause that’s how things work,” she laughed, opening the
box and gasped when the contents were revealed.
“These are beautiful,” she exclaimed,
examining the diamond Liberty locket I had gotten her. “Is this a real
diamond?”
“Two carat. Not much, but since you had
never been to New York before, I thought I’d bring a piece of it back to you.”
I was playing this smooth.
She laughed. “Yeah, just two carat, no big
deal. It’s not like that’s more than any valuable item I have ever owned.
Seriously, though, it’s beautiful. But I can’t accept it. You need to stop
buying me expensive presents.”
“It was nothing,” I said. It was just a
couple of thousand dollars and that wasn’t much to me. “Just take it, Aria.
Otherwise it’s just going to be thrown away.”
“I can’t. I don’t feel comfortable taking
gifts from my boss.” She sighed.
“I’m not just your boss.”
“I know.” Her eyes widened. “That’s not
what I meant to imply. You’re…” She started fidgeting with the pendant in her
hand and flushed to match the color of her red shirt. “You’re... I think of you
as… as…” It was like someone asked her to name every state in the U.S.
alphabetically in descending order. “A friend,” she finished after a lot of
struggle.
“Ah, so you let all your friends do what I
did to you the other night?” I tried to look severe, although I was laughing
inside at her struggle to speak.
“No! Of course not! You know that I had never
– that I was a –“ She caught my eyes and realized I was just teasing her. “I’m
going to kill you.”
“Great, then you can keep the pendant as
memorabilia for when you miss me after my death.”
She grunted. “I feel bad, though!”
“If you really think of me as a friend,
then please, take this small present from your friend.”
“Fine,” she finally said. “But one
condition: no more presents, no more spending a single penny outside of our
contract on me. Promise?”
“I promise,” I smiled. “Now start shelving
and let me enjoy the view.”
“That’s okay. I’ve got to get back to
work. Enjoy my underwear,” she said, laughing as she waltzed out of my office.
She was just as good as I was at this
game.
Chapter
3