“So it is about a girl,” she said and Devon shrugged.
“Who is it?” she asked, as Devon took out the shoes he needed.
“I can’t tell you that,” he said and Alisha raised an eyebrow at that.
“Is she like forbidden fruit or something?” she asked and Devon remained quiet as he tied his shoelaces.
“Okay, at least tell me what the problem is,” she said and Devon took in another deep breath.
“She has a boyfriend, and she might be too young for me,” he said, standing up again. Alisha was gazing at him, with her eyebrows crossed.
“It’s so unlike you to give up so easily. What’s going on?” she asked and Devon looked back at her.
“I like her. She’s a nice girl. I don’t want to put her in a situation that could end up hurting her,” he said and Alisha stared at him wide eyed. She was finding it hard to believe that Devon Rymer, the shrewd successful advertising mogul who she knew, was softening up because of a girl he barely even knew.
“I really can’t even picture this girl, who has brought you to your knees. So much so that you won’t even fuck me. It’s crazy!” Alisha said and then she laughed.
Devon was changing into his gym clothes now, piling up his night clothes on the floor next to his feet. His housekeeper would take care of them after he was gone to the gym. He was accustomed to these daily luxuries.
“You have to do something about it, Devon. She could be the one!” Alisha said and Devon shook his head.
“Like I said, she has a boyfriend and she’s too young for me,” he said and Alisha rolled her eyes.
“So what? You have to do something, Devon!” she said and he had already started walking towards the bedroom door.
“I appreciate your advice, Alisha. And I’m sorry that I called you over last night. Have a nice day. You can see yourself out, I trust,” he said at the door and Alisha sank back into bed. It was too early in the day for her.
“You have to fuck her if you want to get her out of your head, Devon!” he heard her say as he closed the door behind him.
Devon clenched his jaw as he walked towards his front door. His housekeeper, Bertha, was already in the kitchen, cleaning.
“Morning Bertha, leave the cleaning up of my bedroom till midday please,” Devon told her as he kept walking.
“Yes, Sir,” Bertha mumbled.
He had his own personal gym on the floor below the penthouse apartment, but today Devon was feeling like an actual run outside. He needed the fresh air.
Belle
Devon Rymer had called
her into his office again, two days later, and Belle approached the door with some hesitation. His secretary wasn’t at her desk today, so she had no way of knowing why exactly she had been summoned. She could already feel the butterflies in her belly, just at the thought of seeing him again.
“Come in!” she heard his sharp voice when she knocked on the door. Belle opened it and stepped inside. He was sitting behind his desk, but stood up when she walked in. He was in another one of his pristine white shirts and today the tie at his neck was a deep purple, that seemed to somehow match his clear blue eyes.
He had square small reading glasses on, which he was taking off and he placed it on his desk. He looked tall and foreboding as he stood and Belle felt her hands tremble slightly. She couldn’t calm her nerves.
“You wanted to see me, Sir?” she said softly and he nodded his head.
“Yes, Belle, come in. How are you?” he asked and she walked towards his desk.
“Things have been going great. It’s a great office to work in,” she replied, realizing that her voice was beginning to sound a little shrill. She had come closer to his desk, but wasn’t sure if he wanted her to take a seat.
“I have spoken to Susan recently, and she reported that you’re a good worker. The best intern that we’ve had to date,” he was smiling at her, and Belle could feel her knees going weak. She couldn’t be sure if it was all the pent up sexual tension from Jesse holding out on her, or if it was an actual feeling…but she could feel goosebumps forming on her arms.
“Thank you, that is very kind of Susan and you. I’m trying my best,” she said and he walked around his desk. The fact that he was now coming closer to her, made her heart beat faster. She had never been this attracted to an older man before, and the fact that he was her boss and therefore in the taboo area, turned her on even more.
“The reason I’ve called you here is because, Belle, I was thinking of giving you a more client facing role. I believe you are good with people, and it might be useful if you sat in on a few client meetings,” he said and Belle blushed. She felt her lips stretch to a wide smile. She was humbled and honored and aroused, all at the same time.