Executive Engagement
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He’s a top client; I have to try and handle this delicately.
“Look, Mr. Paxton—”
“No, honey, no,” he interrupts as he shakes his head.
His eyes seem to crawl all over me.
“I’ve got to be honest. When I heard Ambrose was getting a new CEO, I was mostly relieved. Will’s a top business man, but he blows meetings all the time. I was happy to have someone new on the job. The way you handled that phone call…”
His eyes take on a dreamy look.
Oh, fuck.
The phone call when Will was fucking me.
What did this old pervert hear?
“I’ve never been inspired like that,” he admits.
He reaches out and squeezes my knee.
Right, that’s it.
I quickly stand up and take a step back.
“I cannot allow you to touch me, Mr. Paxton. This is unacceptable behavior.”
He falls on to his knees in front of me and gazes up at me like a lovesick boy at his first dance.
“Yes, honey. Do me just like that. Tell me what I can and can’t do. I need you to punish me.”
“What the fuck!”
“Yes! Swear at me! What next? Lick your shoes, oh, please tell me I can lick you shoes. Make me.”
I take a step back, “Ah, I think, we had a cross in communication, somewhere…”
“No! Don’t lose it! No! Talk to me in that stern voice! Look, I’ve got cash—a lot of it—on me. I know you’re an important woman, buying your cooperation in this won’t come cheap, but—”
“Excuse me?”
“Yes! That’s the tone! Call me your pay pig, your money hunk, human ATM! Make me give you that cash, honey!”
Oh shit.
I keep backing away towards the balcony. I really don’t know what to do now.
This is some freaky kinky shit I have wandered into. I know some guys like being dominated—but fuck.
This is just weird.
He goes back to his coat and pulls out a handful of money. He gets up, green pieces fluttering everywhere as he advances on me.
“Look how I blow for you honey, I blow my hot, hard, cash all over the place, just for you. Because you’re special. I haven’t had a boner like I got on that phone call since I was a teenager. What were you doing? Handling my money? Oh, tell me you had those sweet hands all over my money.”
I can’t answer. If I start screaming at him that he’s a freak and to get the fuck out, he’ll probably consider it foreplay and take his pants off.
I can’t just meekly submit, no fucking way.