“Leave the sheet and walk over to me naked.” He commands and I obey.
I allow the sheet to fall from me, and I slide off the bed.
My nipples harden from the way he looks at me from head to toe.
When I get to him he pulls me into his lap and I glance out the window just to make sure no one can see us. See me. Inside the club is one thing, but being seen naked by people on the street is another.
I’m grateful when I see that we’re so high up in the penthouse suite that no one can see in. The height of the window and angle that we’re sitting in too hides us well too.
His eyes drop to my pussy and he rubs his finger over my already swollen clit.
“So… I’m wondering this…” he says smoothing his hands up my waist. “I’m already suspicious of anyone from Stanford and usually I’d have a person checked out s
o thoroughly I’d know what they had for dinner over the course of a week. Yet… except for this file, I’m more intrigued to hear more about you from you.”
I tuck my hair behind my ear and hold his gaze. What can I tell him that won’t sound boring?
I bit the inside of my lip. “I’m afraid I just work really hard. There’s not much you’d find outside those files, and over the course of a week I tend to eat Mexican food. I like it. And it helps that it's easy to preop.”
I barely had a week before I had to start work at Tanners. I wanted to have a week to myself to plan properly and get some rest, but I needed the money.
“They worked you hard at Barkers?” he asks.
“Yeah, it was busy, and I just had no time. So Mexican it was in the evenings with a film.”
God, I sound boring. I should stop.
“What film, baby…”
“You want to know what film?”
“Yeah tell me.”
“I love old films. Classic like Casablanca or Some like it Hot. Anything like that.” I press my lips together and feel a blush creep into my cheeks. “My dad used to love them and he got me hooked from when I was a kid. It was our thing. We’d just watch TV when he came back from work. He worked a lot.”
“What did he do?”
“He was a teacher. He taught maths. Sorry this is so boring.”
“No… it’s definitely not boring. I need the picture of what your life's like.”
“Why? You seem to hate anyone from Stanford,” I ask playfully.
“You changed my mind and in case you didn’t notice, I’m a little obsessed with you.”
“Obsessed?” I have to ask because of the fascination that takes me. I’m intrigued that someone like him can be obsessed with me.
“Yes… so I’ve finally come up with an offer for you.”
“An offer?” I ask.
“Yes. I like the fun we’re having far too much. How about we continue this for the next three months? We start the day in the office and we’ll see where we end up.”
“And um… will there be actual work involved?” I ask tentatively.
He smiles. “Yes. I’ll teach you everything I know. In three months you’ll be signed off as an attorney and you’ll be able to work anywhere in Tanners and that means anywhere really with the prestige our name carries. And for fun....” he lingers on that last word.
“What?”