Pushing my feet onto the bed, I curved my arm around her back, flipping her beneath me. I contorted her body, bending her legs so far back they were almost behind her head. She made a noise that sounded like a cross between a cry and a laugh.
“You okay there?” I smirked, thrusting myself inside of her. She grunted in response, her expression suggesting she was on the verge of another orgasm. Without trying to sound cocky, it wasn’t unusual for women to orgasm three of four times when with me. Maybe I had the perfect shaped dick. Or maybe I just knew what to do with it.
My grip on her calf tightened as I felt the pressure build up inside of me. I closed my eyes and thought about Sally. Fuck she was hot, with her toned body and an ass that I just wanted to dive into.
“Fuck yeah!” I panted, picturing her bent over and sucking my cock as my load spurted out in a rush. As soon as the job was done, I rolled off the bed, peeled the condom off my now limp dick and dropped it in the trash can. I glanced at her lying on my bed, all smiles, and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Any minute now…
My phone rang. Right on time—they didn’t lie when they said they were efficient.
“Hello,” I said.
“Hello. This is your wake-up call. Thank you for using our service…”
“Uh huh. Sure, I will be there soon.” I said, feigning concern as I pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt. “Sorry baby, family emergency,” I said. I forced myself to sound apologetic when all I really wanted to do was get home, take a shower, and go to sleep. Her face fell as I gathered my things.
“You’re welcome to stay the night,” I added. “I’ll call you.” I was out the door before she could reply, and before it could click for her I didn’t even have her number.
Chapter Three
Carly raised her eyebrows at me as I sauntered past her desk outside my office. As per usual I was hungover and I probably looked like shit. I made a face, warning her that all snide remarks today would be taken personally.
“Coffee?” she asked sweetly. Too sweetly. She was passively giving me shit and she knew that I knew it. I let it slide, and nodded, the call of caffeine too strong to resist.
“Extra strong, please. And maybe you could take that hot little ass of yours down to Clegil’s and get me some breakfast?”
She rolled her eyes at me and muttered something under her breath. Ignoring her, I strolled into my office and slammed the door.
Fuck. No more door slamming today, my fragile head chastised me. I opened the top drawer of my desk and pulled out a strip of painkillers. I took two, along with a gulp of water, praying it would do the trick and dull the pain quickly. I’d forgotten about my lunch meeting with my father. If there was one thing he had drilled into me, it was appearances meant everything to him.
Carly knocked on the door, then walked in carrying a bacon and egg wrap and a tall coffee. She sat them in front of me, parking her ass on the edge of my desk.
“Big night then?” she asked dryly. “Daddy won’t like that, will he?” she asked. I shot her a look. Carly was getting bolder by the day, like she thought our ‘relationship’ let her get away with the occasional dig at my lifestyle.
“Daddy won’t care so long as I’m closing the deals,” I shot back, unwrapping my breakfast. I took a bite, cursing as the gooey egg yolk oozed onto my shirt.
“Fuck!” I said, wiping it with a napkin, which only achieved in making the stain bigger. Carly jumped off my desk and dashed out of my office, returning a few seconds later with a fresh shirt. “Really?” I asked, my body relaxing. She had spare clothes on hand? I piled the wrap into my mouth as my stomach demanded more food, and loosened my tie.
“I’ve worked here long enough to know that it’s a good idea to keep a change of clothes here,” she laughed. “Of course, a food mishap wasn’t even on my radar.”
I downed the last of my coffee and stood up. “Am I going to have to smack some manners into you, Carly? Are you even aware that I’m your boss?” I asked, throwing the shirt at her. She rolled her eyes and handed me the clean one. I slipped it over my shoulders.
“What are you going to do, fire me?” she retorted. “You know I’d have a field day with a sexual harassment claim,” she laughed.
“It’s not harassment if you like it, Carly,” I said dryly.
“Yeah? Well here’s a tip for you. If you want an assistant who doesn’t talk back, then don’t fuck her.” She winked at me and walked out. I smiled in spite of myself, knowing I couldn’t argue with that.
***
Even through the insulated walls of my office I could hear Carly’s syrupy sweet voice singing out, followed by a giggle. My father must have arrived. It wasn’t by chance I acted the way I did: I was a product of my father. The perfect example of what poor parenting could do to a child. Opening the door, I greeted my father. He was right on time.
“Dad, come in,” I said. He followed me into the office, shutting the door behind him. He sat down, throwing a stack of papers on the desk. “What’s this?” I asked, flipping through them.
“I need you to close the casino deal. They
’ve looked over the property a few times now and I think they just need a little push to sign.”
Closing the folder, I nodded. It was perfect timing, actually, because I was finalizing the Cemotto takeover this week. The old hotel was the perfect location for the new casino.