7

Monday came by sooner than expected but also somehow longer than I would have wanted. The last thing I wanted was to be back in my office with Charles at my door every hour and annoying, stuck up, rich clients every other minute.

Thankfully my next client didn’t stay long. She didn’t have any serious issues; she just had a contract she wanted me to look over for any loopholes she might have missed and give her pointers for anything she could add to grant her better benefits in their deal.

As soon as she left, just before the door to my office closed finally, it was pushed open and Charles walked in. I forced down my groan of frustration and instead plastered on my most professional smile.

“Is it okay if I sit?” he asked

“Actually, I’m expecting another client right about now.”

“Don’t worry,” he brushed me off and sat down. So much for asking me first, “I won’t be here very long.”

I took a deep breath and counted to five, “What can I help you with?”

“Yesterday was kind of awkward,” he began, “I figured it was because it was on such short notice so I wanted to give you a longer notice for another bar this weekend.”

“I really can’t, I have so much work-,”

“I’m sure your father can cut you some slack. I mean, what’s the point of having the boss as your dad if you’re not going to take advantage of it. I’m pretty sure you’ve done it before.”

He did not just say what I think he said. I always knew Charles was a prick, a selfish one at that who can’t see beyond the bridge of his nose. What I didn’t know is that he is just like the rest of them who think I am using daddy’s influence to get to where I am.

I know my dad has opened a lot of doors for me and I will forever be grateful for that but I have also put in my blood, sweat and tears to make sure that people were able to differentiate my hard work from my father’s and I’d be damned if I let some prissy British boy take that away from me.

“On the contrary,” I let my smile fall, “I have never used my father’s position to get what I want.”

“I was just saying.”

“Saying what,” when confronted with what he had said, Charles was speechless. He chuckled awkwardly and cleared his throat.

“So, will you be able to make it on Friday?”

I was saved from responding by the door to my office creaking open but when I saw who it was, I suddenly found myself wondering whether I would rather deal with Charles than handle what was inevitably going to happen.

Jake looked as put together as always in a tailored black suit, his hair was in a mess on his head and his eyes narrowed slightly when they settled on Charles and how close he was to me.

“Do I need to come back later?” he asked in a cool tone.

“Charles was just leaving.”

Charles turned to me with wide eyes, “I was- you didn’t give me an answer.”

“I have a client Charles,” I infused finality into my tone, “Please shut the door behind you when you leave.”

He took it for what it was- a dismissal. He nodded curtly, cast one wary look at Jake then left the office, but he didn’t shut the door. I barely had time to fixate on that when Jake walked over to the door and locked it.

He turned back to me but I didn’t want to face him so I rummaged through my files until I came out with his contract.

“It is completely done, you can go through it yourself and let me know if there is anything that you would like to change or do not understand.” I handed it to him but he wouldn’t take it.

I knew what he wanted; he wanted me to look him in the eye as I was speaking. I could feel the heat of his gaze on me but I refused to lift my face to his.

“What happened to the brazen girl who looked at everyone like they were sand beneath her feet,” his voice was silky as he made his way over to me, “You won’t even look me in the eye. If I didn’t know better I would say you were scared.”

The taunt was clear and I knew I shouldn’t rise to it but I lifted my eyes until they locked with his and I half hated and half loved what I saw- desire.

“Your contract,” I gestured to the file in my hand.

He slowly took it from me, then tossed it on the chair next to him and closed the remaining gap between us.

“What,” I couldn’t keep the bite out of my tone, “You’re all dried up and looking for a refill? Sorry, but I don’t do booty calls in the office.”

Understanding flashed across his features, “This is because I left early and didn’t call back.”

“I couldn’t care less whether you called or not. It was what it was, a onetime thing.”

“Bullshit,” he said the word slowly, “I got an important call from the office and I lost track of time. I didn’t plan to leave that early, at least, not before waking you up in a befitting way. I would love to rectify that if you would let me.”

Just like that I was already soaking wet, “I’ll think about it.”

He smirked knowingly, “You look breathtaking. Is this how you dress to the office every day?”

My outfit was very simple; a black long sleeved turtle neck shirt, a short grey pleated skirt and thigh high black boots. It is scandalous by the standards of the old men working in my office but I don’t give a damn. In fact, part of the reason I enjoy wearing clothes like this so much is because it pisses them off.

Knowing that Jake likes them is now an added bonus.

“Most days,” I said in response to his earlier question, “Is there a problem?”

“I might have to make stops to your office more often.” He stepped back a little, “Sit on the desk and spread your legs.”

“What?” I was shocked by his request, “We’re in the office.”

“I know your office is sound proof. Now do as I asked, I don’t enjoy asking twice.”

It was embarrassing how quickly I obliged to his request. I propped myself up onto the desk and spread my legs a little, just to see how he would react.

My little act of defiance didn’t go unnoticed. He stepped in between my legs and forced them open with his knees. He ran his hands down the bare skin between the hem of my skirt that had ridden up and the top of my boots.

In one quick move, he had both of my feet propped up on the table, spreading me impossibly wider. The action had me inhaling sharply which in turn had him chuckling.

He pulled the chair over and sat down between my spread thighs and I knew what he was looking at- see through black lace thong; correction, a soaked see through black lace thong.

He ran the pad of his finger against my folds and I had to bite down on my bottom lip to stop from releasing an embarrassingly loud moan.

“You have to be quiet,” Jake teased, “or someone’s going to walk in on us.”

“Shut up,” I muttered.

He paused his movements only to give me a sly smile before shifting my thong to the side and plunged one thick finger in. I bowed my back and a small moan slipped out of me.

Jake paused briefly and used his other hand to remove the tie around his neck then balled it up and stuffed it into my open mouth. I was confused and wanted to spit it out but he shot me a hard gaze that had me pausing.

“One of us has to be logical, and unfortunately that person is me. Keep it in your mouth or we will get caught.” I nodded and he removed his finger before plunging two in.

I arched my back in pleasure and Jake made a sound similar to a groan at the back of his throat. He took his fingers out and licked them clean before putting my thong back in place.

Confusion and frustration blurred my vision. I took the tie out of my mouth and narrowed my eyes at him.

“What the fuck?” I whisper yelled.

“One of us has to be logical and that’s me. Someone knocked on your door.” I made to stand up but he held up a hand to stop me, “Take off your thong.”

“You are so fucking weird.” I muttered but I did as he asked and handed it to him. He stuffed it in his left pocket and stuffed his tie in the right.

He held out his hand for me and I took it. He helped me off the table and I righted my clothes. A part of me wished I could send the next client away and finish what he had started but I knew it was impossible so I cleared my head as much as possible.

“Do I look okay?” I asked and he nodded.

He turned to leave but stopped at the last minute and pulled me in for a bruising kiss. I wrapped my hands behind his head and he kissed me deeply. His hand crept down to my ass and squeezed softly. I let out a small moan and he pulled away.

“You should fix your lipstick.”

While he righted his clothes, I pulled out a mirror from my drawer and fixed my lipstick. When I was sure that I looked okay. I went stood up only to see him staring at me with his contract in his hands.

“Text me once you get off. I’ll meet you at home.”

Without another word, he walked out of the office. My next client was Winston and he looked between Jake and I before walking in. Charles was standing next to him and he narrowed his eyes at me.

I shut the door in Charles’ face and turned to Winston who finally gathered the courage to speak.

“I didn’t know Mr. Ryker was a client of yours.”

“Why don’t you spend less time worrying about my clients and more time worry about what aspect of your business you’ve fucked up this time?”

His cheeks flushed but he didn’t say anything again.