“It’s a bar, for fuck’s sake, Tucker!”
“One of the fastest growing bars in Austin. You’d know that if you ever let me talk about my success, but in your eyes, the only way to succeed is to have a giant office on the top floor and fuck your secretary with your loads of money that can’t buy you or your family happiness. You think Mom doesn’t know? Doesn’t smell that skank on you when you get home? You’re fucking insane if you believe that.”
The silence on the other end of the line was deafening. I hadn’t meant for that last part to come out, and it was obvious that today was not the day to take a phone call from him. All these memories flooded my mind in the silence. Beginning of my sophomore year of college I found out I was going to intern at the state capitol. I had been so excited I rushed to my father’s office in an unannounced visit. Much to my surprise, his always present secretary was not at her desk, so I let myself into my father’s office. I found his secretary, and she wasn’t taking a memo of any sort. She was laid over the conference table, my father fucking her from behind. They never saw me, and I never said a word to anyone about it. It was that day I knew I could never work alongside my father. Knew I would never work alongside him.
I did the only thing I knew to do to piss him off. I started working in a bar and saving up my own money to someday open my own place.
“What did you say?” my father finally said, breaking the silence.
“I saw you with her. Back in college I stopped by your office one day, and you stupidly left your door unlocked.”
“Tucker, I can …”
“Don’t, Dad. I don’t want to hear your fucking excuses. You cheated on Mom, and that was the day I decided I would never work for you or with you. So, you might as well accept that I’m doing what I’m doing and will never be a suit like you.”
He exhaled. “We need to talk about this, Tucker.”
I laughed. “Don’t worry, Dad. Your dirty little secret is safe with me. I tried to tell Mom so many times, but I couldn’t bring myself to break her heart. I couldn’t destroy her world like that. Are you still fucking your secretary or have you moved on to someone else? Maybe your friends’ wives?”
“Tucker, you will hear what I have to say. I’m not cheating on your mother. I need to explain what you saw.”
“What I saw? I know damn well what I saw, Dad. You fucking a woman my age in your office. Nothing you can say will change how I think about that.”
“You’re going to come to the party, and then you and I are going to talk about this. It was a moment of weakness, and your mother and I were going through a rough patch.”
“No, Dad. I won’t be at your party. You’re a dirty, rotten, fucking cheater and I hate you.”
I hit end, dropped my phone, and buried my hands in my face. I hadn’t even heard anyone come into my office, but I felt her there the minute I caught my breath.
“How long have you been there?” I asked, my chair turned away from my office door.
“Long enough,” she said softly, moving to stand in front of me. My eyes lifted to see her sad expression. I let my eyes wander over her. She wore a long black dress coat with black high heels. I frowned because earlier she was in a pantsuit, at least I thought she was.
“You said you were going to call me,” she purred with a small smile.
I was grateful she wasn’t trying to get more information out of me about the conversation she had overheard with my dad.
“I was about to call you.”
Her hands moved up and she untied the belt on her coat, allowing it to open. My stomach dropped and my chest squeezed with a feeling I was starting to get used to when it came to Charlie.
“Fucking hell,” I whispered as I took in the sight before me. She had on a black corset, a garter belt that held up two black stockings, black heels, and nothing else.
In that moment, I knew I’d died and gone to heaven. That was the only explanation for the angel who stood before me.
And holy shit. She isn’t wearing panties.
She moved slowly toward me, never breaking eye contact with me as she proceeded to straddle my chair and press her pussy against my jeans.
“Seems to me you need to let off some steam, Mr. Middleton.”
Reaching around her, I grabbed her bare ass and lifted my hard cock into her.
Her brow arched. “Up already?”
My hand laced into her long blonde hair that was now down and flowing over her shoulders. “The moment you walked into the room, I was up. Happens every damn time.”
She smiled. “Good to know.”