Authors: Raven Monet
Lori Smalley. I thought to myself, running my eyes all over her body, drinking in her appearance.
She was certainly a benefit that I hadn’t been expecting when I’d taken on this job. She was gorgeous in an understated way – dark, long hair, pulled back to show off her amazing cheekbones, curves in all the right places, legs that wouldn’t quit... But the best part about her was that she didn’t know how hot she was. I found vain girls that were acutely aware of their beauty completely boring. This was something new, something I wanted.
The second I spotted her in that meeting room, I imagined throwing her over that big table and fucking her until she screamed, which had been completely inappropriate in a room full of old men.
But also a whole lot of fun...
Unfortunately, she seemed completely immune to my charms, which wasn’t something that I was used to at all!
That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, though. It made it interesting. I was going to have to work even harder to get her into bed. Sure, taking down Empire Technology didn’t necessarily need me to screw this woman, but I was going to have to destroy her in the process – after all, she was the boss’s daughter – and that seemed as good a way to do that as any.
Now that I’d asked her all that I could get away with on the first day, I decided to try and crack her icy veneer a little bit. After all, I was going to have to pass the time somehow. I certainly didn’t know enough about marketing to pull off that role! I’d only said that on a whim, I hadn’t exactly planned for what would happen next.
If I could get the flirting right, I wouldn’t need to do any work anyway. That was what I was hoping for.
“So, Lori.” I purred her name, leaning in towards her, allowing her to inhale my musky scent. “What do you do for fun?”
“In the office?” She snapped back quickly. “This isn’t a place for fun; it’s a place to work.”
Her tone made it obvious. She was suspicious of me. Hmmm... things were about to get more complicated that I’d planned for. I couldn’t believe that she was already onto me.
“No,” I smiled widely. “I meant in real life. You do have a life outside of this place, right?”
Something about the way her face reacted made me think actually she didn’t. I was shocked – how did someone so cute not get asked out on dates every single day? How was she not partying every single night? What the hell did she do with her time?
“Oh! Well, then maybe I should... corrupt you.”
Just as I knew it would, a fierce redness overtook her cheeks. She looked angry and embarrassed all at once, and it took all that I had not to burst into laughter.
“Stop it.” She hissed. “You’re here for a reason – my dad thinks you can actually help his company – so why don’t you actually do something? I haven’t seen you do anything productive yet.”
“I’m just observing...” I grinned, hoping that I could pull it off. If she started asking some in depth questions, then my true identity was going to come to life far too quickly, and I did not want that. I hadn’t managed to achieve anything yet.
“Yeah, observing. Got it.” Then she stormed from the room, and I sat back enjoying watching her leave. Her ass shook in a very sexy way when she was angry, and that was just another thing that had me picturing doing some very naughty things to her.
A part of me began to worry that maybe I should have gotten someone else to do this job, that maybe I’d been out of the game too long, but then I thought about another man pawing around Lori, and I knew it could have only been me...
“Urgh!” I yelled to myself when I was finally out of the room. What a dick! I couldn’t believe how damn annoying he was. How the hell was I going to work with him for weeks on end? I’d kill him by the end of it if he carried on in that manner.
I sucked in a few deep breaths and tried to calm down. I couldn’t allow him to wind me up, that was what he wanted. I needed to remain cool and in control. I needed to demonstrate that I was the one in charge – even if I clearly wasn’t.
“Okay,” I whispered to myself. “Just... ignore the prick. He won’t be here forever.”
“Pardon?” A male voice interrupted, making me jump out of my skin.
“Oh God.” I spun around to see one of the guys from the mail room talking to me. He was one of the cute, younger looking ones that occasionally tried to flirt with me – even when I tried to actively discourage it. “Oh um, I’m...” I was so embarrassed. I couldn’t believe that I’d just been caught talking to myself! How embarrassing. “I, um... no, nothing.”
“Okay.” He smiled kindly at me. I walked out of the room, but unfortunately, he didn’t get the hint and he followed me. “How are you, Lori? How have you been?”
“Yeah, okay thanks.” I wanted to be polite, but I didn’t want to get stuck talking to him. I couldn’t even remember his name. A deep conversation was definitely out of the question.
“Good, good.” I thought he would leave as I wandered into my office – especially with Dexter sitting there – but he still continued to follow me. “Um, I had something I wanted to ask you.” He coughed awkwardly, starting to shift on his feet. “Would you... like to go for drinks or something?”
I glanced over to Dexter, suddenly spotting an opportunity to force him to cut out the inappropriate comments. I might not have wanted to go out on this date, but if it would help me with him, then I would.
“Yes, that would be lovely...”
“Hey fella, what’s your name?” Dexter suddenly stood up and towered over him. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to intimidate him, or if he thought he was being friendly. Either way, he was clearly having the former effect.
“I... I’m Robbie.” He shook his hand, clearly feeling awkward around him.
“Dexter, nice to meet you.”
They stood there for a beat too long, making me feel all weird inside.
“Okay, so tonight?” I jumped over the top of them. The quicker I could get the date over, the better. I had no intention of taking any further than one or two drinks, so if I could get that done right away, then even better.
“Yes.” Robbie looked past Dexter. “I’ll meet you at Turner’s Bar at eight?”
I nodded and watched him quickly shuffle away. He was a nice enough guy, but he seemed shy too. Two introverted people could make for the most awkward date ever. I was starting to wonder what I’d signed myself up for.
“Not even picking you up.” Dexter shook his head mockingly. “What a terrible date!”
“It’s none of your business,” I replied fiercely. “Just keep out of it.”
“I’m just saying, if I were taking you out, I would be picking you up in a limo.”
Images of what it would be like to be taken out by the gorgeous, but frustrating man, filled my mind and I felt the heat rise through my body once more.
I should not be thinking about Dexter when someone else was taking me out. That was just rude. And thinking about getting up to all sorts in the back of that limo was just plain unnecessary.
However sexy the thoughts might be...
“Yeah, well you aren’t.” I snapped. “And not every girl is obsessed with limos and other fancy things. Sometimes people want actual decency with the people they date.”
“Is that so?” He drawled, sounding completely amused by my outburst. “If that’s the case, I’ve never met anyone like that.”
I wanted to scream in his face, I wanted to punch that smile right off his lips, but I forced my eyes downwards instead. I needed to keep in control and looking at him wasn’t helping me do that.
I couldn’t do it, I could not do it. I tried hard, I really did, but I couldn’t keep away from Lori’s date with Robbie.
I knew it was a farce, she obviously didn’t like the guy and only agreed to go out with him to piss me off, but I couldn’t stand the thought of it all the same.
As eight o clock started to come around, I distracted myself with all kinds of activities – television, booze, computer games – but it wasn’t enough. I still ended up at Turner’s Bar, hiding behind a menu, waiting for the pair of them to arrive.
She turned up first – which pissed me off greatly. That schmuck was lucky to have a shot with her. He should have been here extra early; you didn’t leave a classy girl like that waiting.
She looked good too – her dark hair was spilling down her back, her green eyes popping against the natural looking makeup she was wearing, and she had a black, figure-hugging dress on that was to die for. She was teetering on some lovely heels, which made her legs look even longer, and far more kissable.
She was making it extremely difficult for me not to go over there and steal her away from the ridiculous Robbie. She should have been with me anyway, we both knew it. This whole charade was ridiculous. But if she wanted to go through with it just to prove something to herself, then so be it.
I watched her order a glass of wine and sit awkwardly at the bar. I could almost see the cogs ticking in her brain – if he hadn’t turned up by the time she finished her drink, she could go home without feeling guilty.
But then he raced through the door, looking far scruffier and disheveled than she deserved, and he ran to her side with his excuses to hand. Whatever he said, it wasn’t a good enough reason. There couldn’t be a good enough reason.
Luckily, they stayed by the bar the entire time they were having their drinks, which meant I could stay where I was and watch them undetected. Robbie seemed completely oblivious to the signs that she just wasn’t into him – the uncomfortable body language, the phone constantly close to hand, the never putting the drink down. I wasn’t sure if he was just stupid, or if he didn’t want to see it. Either way, it was embarrassing. I almost wanted to tell him, to put him out of his misery.
I wished that I had Lori’s phone number, so I could send her a cheeky text message to distract her. I would have loved to have been able to make her blush in the cute way she did at that moment. But of course, I couldn’t. I had to sit there and watch her from the sidelines, growing increasingly jealous.
This is about the business, not the girl. I tried to remind myself, but it did nothing to diminish my feelings.
Finally, I could sense that she was about to make her excuses to leave. She began to fiddle around in her seat, putting away her belongings. I knew that he would try to kiss her, but I was also sure that she would reject him and I didn’t need to see that. Instead, I slid from my seat and escaped, coming up with a new plan.
I stood outside the door of the bar, just to one side so he wouldn’t see me if he came out first, and as predicted, only moments later Lori burst through the doors.
“Going somewhere?” I asked, watching her jump at my unexpected words.
“I... er...” She wanted to question what the hell I was up to, but she was too stunned. I decided to use that to my advantage, and I grabbed her to pull her into the alleyway. If I moved quickly, she wouldn’t have time to question what was happening. Then she might actually just go with the flow. “What are you...?” She gasped, but I didn’t let her finish her sentence.
Instead, I crashed my lips against hers.
She tasted so much better than I even expected – like strawberries and chocolate, and I realized that I never wanted to let her go. She tried to resist at first, struggling feebly against me, but it was only for a couple of seconds. Then she melted into my embrace, allowing me to hold her upright as she collapsed into my chest.
The kiss deepened, became more passionate, and I heard an involuntary moan escape past her lips, giving me all the motivation I needed. I moved one of my hands off her back and started to trail it up her leg. I half expected her to throw me off, but she grabbed my hair with her own hands and threw her head back in ecstasy.
As I worked my way up her legs, eventually finding the outline of her panties, I noticed that she didn’t open her eyes once. I wondered if she was trying to treat this as a fantasy, and if she opened her eyes she would break the spell.
That didn’t bother me. If that was what it took for her to keep allowing me to touch her, I was all for it. I’d wanted to get my hands on this body from the first time I’d seen her, and I would do anything to take full advantage now.
I began to rein kisses down on her neck, thinking that if this was going to be the only time she let me feel her, then I wanted it to be amazing... unforgettable. I wanted her to think about this moment for the rest of her life, even when someone else was touching her. Her head lolled to the side, and she tensed with the passion that was building up inside of her.
Finally, I tugged her panties to the side and began to explore her hot, wet desire.
“Oh God.” She cried out, sounding as if she’d never been touched in such a way. My cock strained painfully against my jeans, but it wasn’t going to see any action tonight. Having a bit of fun was fine, but I couldn’t fuck a woman this sweet in an alleyway. She didn’t deserve that, even if she clearly wanted it.
I worked her body using my expert touch. If there was one thing I knew well, it was women, and what they liked. Of course, everyone was different and had their preferences, but I knew how to use a clit to my advantage.
“Oh fuck.” She cried, and I began to feel that she was close to orgasm. It was cute to hear a profanity fall off her lips in that way. I could tell that she didn’t do it often.
As the waves of pleasure began to crash through her, and her face contorted in pleasure, I used my other hand to hold her upright. I could tell that she was close to collapse, and I didn’t want that precious butt to land on the dusty floor out here.
As she panted against my chest, I could see her eyes flickering opening, reality finally settling back in.
She looked shocked and a little dazed by what had happened, but also as if that wonderful post orgasm bliss was swirling around her.
“Shall I walk you home?” I asked her, wanting her to know that I was better in every way than Robbie. I was the sort of guy that would make her come hard in public, but would also walk her to her door like a gentleman.
“N... no.” She gasped, glancing around, panicked that someone might have seen us. “No thank you.”
Just as I was about to insist, she took off running, leaving me alone in the dust.