Emily's Dilemma (2 page)

As the hour-long session developed, he showed
how charming, intelligent, moral, and how much he was in command of
the complex data. She squirmed a bit in her cushioned seat, feeling
a warm sensation between her legs. It was a reaction to Robert she
had experienced quite a few times before. She experienced that
sensation in weekly status meetings, in their lunches together in
their conference room, and in the lab with him peering over her
shoulder looking at her work. Her science mind and her flushed body
collided: she understood everything he said, while loving the way
he said it. It became sensory overload for her. He wrapped up his
session with the typical Q&A, and after a few minutes, thanked
the audience and told them he would be around for the duration of
the conference. Now that his presentation was over, they could
relax and enjoy the rest of the show.

While she managed much of the clinical trials
and assembled the data, it was Robert's job to bring it all
together. Purposefully, she stayed away from him when he gathered
all the data to put into a PowerPoint. She answered questions that
he had, but then backed off. This was what he was so good at, and
she wanted him to do his thing. So she assumed the role as an
attendee, and not as a key component of his presentation. She rose
from her seat and went to the lunch table in the back of the room.
It wasn't lunch so much as fruit and healthy snacks, which she
thought would make a perfect lunch anyway up in her room. Her
agenda for the afternoon was to attend a session on new generic
medicines. While making small talk with some of the other
attendees, she arranged the fruit and snacks on her paper plate and
grabbed an ice-cold bottle of water. She rounded the elevator bay
and entered the open cab. In the elevator was Robert. He smiled
widely, held up his plate of fruit and snacks, and said, "Howdy,
stranger. Looks like we have the same idea." She laughed and
complimented him on his session. Heading up to her 10th floor, she
was about to say "See you later" but saw that he followed her out
the door. They walked parallel for a while, and she thought he
would take a right turn to his room–she assumed this was his floor,
too–but instead took an easy, non-chalant left turn with her, when
he exclaimed, "They must have put us near each other, just like the
airlines." He chuckled, and she smiled nervously. She arrived at
her room first as he walked past her to his room. His room was
right next to hers. Again, they laughed at the coincidence.

As he was using his key card to get into his
room, he turned serious for a second. "If you'd like, why don't you
come over, we can eat our healthy lunch, and we can discuss the
conversation I had at the end of the meeting?" he said. She flushed
and felt moist between her weakening legs. Instead of entering her
room, she stopped, closed her door, and walked over to his smiling
face.

"I think I will." They both entered his
room.

They sat and ate their healthy lunch in the
unreal atmosphere of his room. His presence permeated the room, and
everything became fascinating, from the laptop on the desk, to the
type of luggage peeking out from his partially open closet. He said
he felt relieved his conference was over; he gave his talk, got
great feedback and questions, and was around for the rest of the
conference networking and getting the latest information on what
the players in the industry are up to.

"Tell me about the conversation you
mentioned," Emily asked.

"The COO from Millennium Pharma came up to
me. Said his company's interested in buying X-3850!" Robert
exclaimed. "Buying it. And soon! Do you realize what this
means?"

"Oh my God, Robert! That's wonderful! That
company has deep pockets! I can see how it would fit into their
portfolio...a perfect fit! They have the marketing and the
distribution all lined up and their biggest product line is in the
cardiac category. They're everywhere! You couldn't ask for a better
capitalized company to buy it!" Emily yelled with a broad grin that
showed her perfect teeth. "Who was the guy who approached you?"

"I have his card here," he said as he pulled
it from his jacket. He took the jacket off and flung it on the bed.
Standing, he looked at the card. "Mitch Ashton, Jr., COO,
Millennium Pharma. Short guy. Nice enough. His father is the CEO."
The name did not ring a bell to Emily.

"Emily, I've been so engrossed in the trials
that I didn't even think this would spark any interest so soon.
This could mean a lot of money. A lot. I mean, millions!" he said
as he did a little dance in place, still looking at the card.

Robert had given her shares in NobleCor when
he recruited her. It was standard operating procedure when
recruiting someone from a large corporation into a small startup,
to get them motivated to join. Her shares would mean she would also
reap the benefits of all their hard work on X-3850. She tingled
with excitement.

"Emily, this means you would also profit from
this. Big time. I hope you realize that. Your work was instrumental
in making the product work. The data proves it. The trials have
gone smoothly and successfully. Your shares will mean you share in
the success. Thanks to you, we might have a big winner here, and I
mean financially!" Robert couldn't sit. He was too energized.

"Okay, I need to settle down. We don't know
what will happen, or how soon it will happen, or how the FDA will
behave and how fast. Lots of questions still need to be answered.
So let's take a deep breath, relax, but let's do enjoy this
moment," he said as he paced around the room, trying his best to
calm himself. He stopped his pacing, hands on hips, looked up, and
exhaled. He willed himself into a calm state. Emily took him in
with her eyes. He was gorgeous to her.

"Robert, I'm a little concerned with
Millennium buying X-3850," Emily said, her eyes narrowing. "They
have a drug that competes with ours."

Robert's smile dropped and he looked at
Emily. "Theirs alleviates the symptoms. Ours cures it," he
replied.

"Robert, think about it. Theirs is a cash
cow. People using their drug use it for a lifetime. Think of the
money they make. Ours cures the condition. No need to take it for a
lifetime," she said. "What if they buy X-3850 just to kill it?"

Robert's face went pale. He looked down at
the floor. "Ashton said they couldn't wait to brand it and market
it. It would be unethical to kill it. Millennium would gain such
goodwill from marketing it. It would be what they need to change
their reputation, and their reputation could use something like
this. They're perceived as a profit-at-all-costs company. Sure,
they're a huge player in the field, but even the big boys have to
do the right thing. Sometimes you can't avoid it. The price they
sell our drug for will be sky-high, but if it's priced right, they
make money and in the long run, the patient and insurance companies
save money. No need to worry. They will market this."

She could no longer resist him. She was
willing to offer herself to him if he wanted her. She wanted him,
and now. Summoning up the courage, she rose and took off her navy
blue jacket, revealing her tight upper body.

"Mind if I take off my jacket?" she asked
him. Their eyes locked briefly. His constant smile dropped for a
second, took in the true nature of the moment and realized there
was an emotional shift in the room.

"Please do." he responded. His face
brightened. She slid off her shoes. She was trying to be subtle,
but also hoping he would read her mind and her body language.

A thought crossed his mind, and the boyish
grin came back to his face.

"Do you mind if
I
get comfortable?" he asked her in return. He
undid his tie and threw it across the room where it landed on the
desk chair. He unbuttoned a few buttons on his white dress shirt.
Emily noticed he unbuttoned one too many, and if this was a more
professional setting, it might be considered inappropriate. That
was a visual cue he meant on purpose, and Emily got it. She could
see the skin of his chest.

He slid off his shoes and nudged them under
the bed. He paused, standing still, and gazed at the carpet for
what seemed like an eternity. His eyes rose slowly to meet hers.
His soft, gentle smile to her suggested he was ready to reveal
something. He stood there for a moment with his warm eyes locked
onto Emily's. Emily slowly stood up from her chair. She realized
why she stood. Her heart was beating through her chest. He slowly
approached her. He was now inches from her. His hands rose to the
sides of her waist and he felt her narrow hips in his grasp. Their
lips met. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Their kiss was deep and passionate and long.
Their embrace grew in strength, the admission of a longing they
both shared for each other. Their breathing intensified. Emily
hands trembled along with her breath. Their lips separated for a
moment. She unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. He responded by
unbuttoning hers. The pulled each other’s shirt from their slacks.
They kissed again. Then they removed each other’s shirts revealing
their torsos. Robert reached around to unbuckle Emily's black bra
and slid it off her arms, revealing her perfect breasts. They
kissed again. Emily moved to kiss his neck. She smelled him. She
breathed him in deeply. She was intoxicated by his smell. She
continued to kiss his neck, moving down to his firm chest, her
hands grasping his sides. She reached for his belt buckle and
quickly undid it and unzipped him. His slacks dropped to his ankles
where he stepped out of them. She pulled down his boxers, still
kissing his chest. She reached for his erect penis and held it in
her hands.

Quietly, wordlessly, she sat him down on the
edge of the bed, and took her place between his long, outstretched
legs. Her eyes took in his erect member. Ever so lightly her tongue
flickered out to touch his sensitive tip. She by turn kissed and
licked, but ever so gently, barely touching him. His manhood
bounced with each touch. She was amused with his response. His
smell drove her wild, but she found full control over him. She knew
what to do. She remembered how to do it. All those lessons Laura
had taught Emily were still with her. Emily never wanted to please
a man like she wanted to please Robert.

He was nearly silent, except for his quiet
gasps. His eyes were closed, and he looked like he was transported
far, far away. Now and then, she looked up at him. His face is the
measure of her work, she thought to herself. His head leaned down
and his arms supported himself on the bed. Her hands were on his
thighs, but then moved to his sides. She slid them around his body
and felt his tight buttocks.

She took him in, but only an inch. He moaned
at the new sensation. She backed off; knowing the air on his wet
head would cool it, offering a counterpoint to her warm mouth. She
breathed on it, enhancing the effect. She took him in again, this
time a little deeper. Again, she backed off, and breathed on his
huge, glistening head. She did this many more times, each eliciting
a timely gasp from him.

His breathing deepened. Only when he began
his orgasmic moan does she bring him fully into her mouth. His
member fills her entire mouth as she waited for the inevitable. She
holds onto his body, hands firmly clasped on each buttock, as he
twisted and contorted and convulsed with ecstasy. He was tall and
strong, and she was lifted up with each convulsion. Her head pushed
into his abdomen as to not lose her grip on his swollen, erupting
manhood.

With a guttural cry of ecstasy, he delivered
into her mouth.

His orgasm was long. As he writhed, she took
his every pump of semen deeply into her mouth, having to swallow
several times so it didn't spill out. She wanted all of his
precious masculine essence. She hung onto him, not letting him go
despite his sheer strength. She has never known such an exquisite
taste.

He collapsed back on the bed. She rose
slightly and looked at him. A single drop of semen slowly rolled
down from the corner of her mouth. He gasped several more times as
his writhing subsided. Her tongue took in the drop before it falls
on him. He lay there, moaning. His manhood was wet with both their
juices. His breathing was deep as he struggled to recover.
Dreamily, he opened his eyes. He looked at her glistening lips. Her
inner thighs were soaked. He was going soft and she knew she was
not going to be able to mount him right away. She rose from his
legs and wiped her lips. She lay next to him, their arms
intertwined; they kissed and held each other closely. Robert
drifted off and fell asleep. He must have been up all night, Emily
thought. She covered him up with the extra blanket from the closet.
She wanted to feel him inside her in the worst way, but she would
have to wait. She knew that she would have his company for the next
two days and nights. Maybe more.

She felt alive as she walked alone through
the conference. Feeling buoyant and especially sociable, she
stopped by the booths of companies where she knew people in the
business. There was noise from the video monitors and the sales
people who manned the booths were selling attendees on the benefits
of their products or services. She seemed to attract the attention
of sales reps, mostly men, as she bounced from booth to booth. She
felt in control of herself and her future. She felt no qualms about
cheating on her husband. As she walked, she thought about what just
happened in Robert's room. It was the beginning of something
wonderful, she thought, both personally and professionally.