Hart’s Desires (Volume One – The First Day) (Hart's Desires) (2 page)

Everyone in the city knew his story. In college, Mr. Hart and his roommate started a travel website for college students, and by the time he graduated, a much, much bigger company wanted to buy the website. His roommate and him sold it for an obscene amount of money, but Paul didn’t just buy a nice house and a Ferrari with his share. He started a handful of other companies; the most successful was Hart Technologies. I did my research on the company before my interview, but I’m still not one hundred percent sure what, exactly, the company did. Something along the lines of corporate digital security. Whatever that was, it paid well and Paul steadily rose up the ranks until he was one of the richest men in the country.

He smiled at Samantha and I had never been so jealous in my life. For the first time, I saw a slight sign of weakness in her perfect face. Her cheeks flushed red.

“Samantha, how is everything today?” Mr. Hart asked her, with a sly smile.

“Good,” the word just stumbled out of her lips. It was nice to see she wasn’t invincible, after all. “Everything is good.”

“And who is this?” He looked towards me and suddenly I felt like a very bright, extra hot spotlight had been pointed at me. “I’m Paul Hart.”

He didn’t need an introduction. I stood up and said, “I’m the new receptionist, Olivia Miles.” I wish I could say the words flowed out of my mouth easily, but everything about him intimidated me, from his net worth to his good looks, and it all made me weak. The words barely came out of my mouth, but he smiled politely.

Time stood still as he looked into my eyes. His smart, thoughtful, yet intense eyes drilled into me. I stood my ground; I wanted to make my parent’s proud. Hell, I wanted to make everyone proud. This felt like a life changing moment - career wise and maybe something more. I couldn’t wait for my lunch break to call Jenny, my best friend, and tell her all about my encounter. She would never believe it.

He quickly looked me up and down. I didn’t change the professional smile on my face, but inside I couldn’t believe the best looking man I would ever meet had just checked me out. I immediately wished that I had chosen something sexier today, something that showed off my figure. With this outfit, I was sure that he would forget about me by the time he made it to his office.

He reached out his hand and now he stood close enough that I could smell a hint of cologne. Gentle scents, mysterious, yet passionate sandalwood and maybe spices. I had never smelled cologne like it before. It didn’t smell at all like the cheap spray Brian, my ex, used to plaster all over himself. He sprayed so much on that it would make me sneeze and my eyes would water.

I reached out my hand and he took it in his. His powerful, yet gentle hand held mine and an electricity shot between us – at least in my mind. I wanted to touch more than just his hand and a sudden heat developed inside of my body, focused between my legs. I realized I would do anything that he wanted.

“It was nice meeting you.” With that he ended my developing fantasy and I was brought back to the world where I was on the verge of getting fired. However, I now cared if I got fired. I didn’t want to be fired. I didn’t want to quit either. I wanted to stay there; even stuck as a receptionist, I would still get to see Paul Hart on a daily basis. “I have to get to work. Hopefully you didn’t let too many people through to see me today.”

“Of course not,” Samantha said as he turned and joined his entourage of staff. We both watched until he walked into the elevator and the doors closed.

“Wow,” I said.

“I know.” Samantha’s bitchy tone was gone.

“He is so hot.”

“He is, but he’s dating some model now. Before that some movie actress starlet.”

“How do you know?”

“Have you heard of Crystal Struss?”

“I don’t think so.” I could picture Samantha staying up late, reading Vogue and other fashion magazines, looking for tips and getting jealous about the beauty of the women on the pages. I skimmed through Vogue once at the doctor’s office and quickly realized it wasn’t for me. I liked looking good and I tried to stay fashionable, but the models and their outfits in that magazine just seemed to be from another world.

“She’s done magazine spreads for just about every major fashion magazine and runway shows for just about every designer who is worth anything.” The way she said made it sound like I should know these facts already, but I didn’t. I could hear her bitchy tone creeping back into her voice. “Anyways, she was here a month ago, then again last week. Both times, she spent hours up in his office, and then they went to dinner together afterward. Just the two of them, no staff. Other models have been here before, but this time I saw tabloid pictures of Crystal and Paul together outside of the office too.”

“So, were they just rumors?”

“Yeah, but before that it was a starlet named Chloe Britt. Tabloid pictures and photos on the Internet of the two of them together all over the country. He took her to dinner in Japan one night because she said she had never tasted good sushi.”

“What I would do to have a boyfriend like that…” I felt my body temperature falling back to normal. I remembered my ex; he wouldn’t go anywhere near sushi, even though I loved it. He wanted a burger and preferably a restaurant with the game on a big screen television.

“I’ll second that.” The friendly tone came back.

“So, who do I call about my computer?”

“I’ll take care of it”, she said, with a hint of a smile this time.

She did take care of it and from then on I felt more like she was on my side, trying to help me out on my first day. She may be a blonde goddess with perfect looks and a model-like body, but we had something in common now. We were both on the outside, looking in at Paul.

By lunch, I had most of my basic responsibilities down and I hadn’t even hung up on anyone else. I didn’t even have any major problems when I was all by myself while Samantha took her lunch.

When it was my turn, I drove a few blocks away to a sandwich shop. On my way back to the office, I called back Jenny.

“Hey, how’s the first day?”

“Good.” I didn’t want to come right out and blab about my newfound crush.

“Details.”

“So far, so good. It’s nothing too hard. The biggest stress is just how busy it gets. It’s just me and another girl and it seems like a million visitors and phone calls every hour.”

“And?”

I looked around to make sure no one could hear me, finally ready to spill the beans. “And I met
him
.”

“Paul Hart?”

“Yes!”

“I thought I could hear it in your voice.”

“He looked even better in person and get this; he checked me out.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope.” I said, beaming to myself.

“Weren’t we just talking about that last night?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think anything will ever come out of it. I heard he’s dating some model.”

“That’s probably a good thing?”

“Why, would you get jealous?”

“I was talking to my coworker this morning, I told her about where you were working. Of course, we ended up talking about Paul Hart. She had a friend that dated him a few years ago.”

“And?” I pulled into the parking lot and found a spot; however I didn’t get out of my car yet. I wanted to hear what she had to say.

“He’s into some…
interesting
stuff.”

“Drugs? Couldn’t be worse than Brian. He never smoked around me, but he smoked weed all the time when he was with his friends.”

“Not that kind of stuff.”

“What do you mean? Come out and say it.”

She lowered her voice. “He’s into some certain spicier things in the bedroom.”

“What?” My voice sounded offended, but between my legs, I wanted to know what she was talking about.

“It’s all hearsay, but my coworker said regular sex is just too boring for him.”

I felt a heat developing between my legs, the nylon fabric of my thong becoming moist. I looked around the parking lot, just to be on the safe side and make sure no one could somehow hear my conversation. “If regular is too boring, what’s he into?”

“She said one woman was never enough.”

“If I was a guy with his looks and his money, I would be the same way. I’m sure women line up to drop their panties for him.” I thought of Samantha, pulling off her underwear for him and bending over our desk for Paul. I imagined pulling up my skirt, sliding off my thong and bending over the desk too. Thinking of Paul taking me from behind reminded me how long it had been since I broke up with Brian and how long it was before that when we last had last sex.

“He’s not just a player. He’ll go out and take two women back to his place but treat them both very, very well.”

“I’m not really surprised.” I didn’t know exactly how much I believed the word of a friend of a friend. However, I could see an extremely good looking man indulging in every man’s fantasy every once in a while. Brian always wanted me to arrange something with Jenny or one of my other friends, but I never did. One night in college, after a few too many beers at a frat party, I fooled around with a girlfriend. I was just curious, she was just curious, so we explored our options. It was fun, but not really my thing. Definitely a one-time thing. I craved cock too much to be bisexual.

“This may surprise you. He’s into some pretty kinky things too.”

“Like what?” The naughty ideas ran through my head. I pictured him bored with just plain, old sex. Maybe he liked to have sex outdoors. Or voyeurism? That was something that simply thinking about turned me on. The risk of getting caught just made things more exciting. Or maybe he was into anal sex. That was another thing that Brian wanted to try when our sex life went from bland to boring. However, I heard about how painful it could be and I closed that option. But, just maybe, I thought, for Paul I might open that option back up. What was wrong with me? I shouldn’t be having thoughts like this, especially not in the employee parking lot. I had to admit though, I didn’t want the conversation to end.

“Are you sure you want to know?” I could tell she was grinning on the other side of the line, eager to tell me what she knew.

“Tell me.” I smiled into the phone like a high school girl talking on the phone to her first boyfriend.

“Okay, I warned you, but rumor has it that he’s really into bondage, like as in BDSM.”

“No way.” I wanted my voice to sound shocked, and to hide just how much our conversation and my imagination were turning me on. I wanted to spread my legs and slide my hands into my skirt. It wasn’t just the conversation; simply meeting Paul earlier had been enough to create an excitement inside of me, the kind of excitement that I never felt with Brian, even when our relationship was brand new.

“Yes! I guess he really liked to handcuff her or tie her up. He’d spank her and whip her too.”

“No way.” I worried that Hart Technologies had the technology to hear my conversation somehow. I looked around; no one was looking at me or watching me, but still I felt paranoid. I knew I should’ve waited until after work for this kind of conversation, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Yeah and he had my friend wear blindfolds and some other things along those lines.”

“I would never let a guy do that.” I said. But I was lying. I would never let a guy other than Paul do that, is what I really meant. I wanted to touch myself, to fondle my breasts, to slide my hand between my legs and feel my wetness. If I didn’t have to get back to work and my car had tinted windows, I may have been tempted to do so right then and there. I hadn’t been this turned on in a long time.