Rock Star Billionaire

“I don’t joke about pussy, Aria. Go take your panties off. Now.” And then I hung up. Watching her from a distance, I could tell she was equally as frustrated as she was aroused, and my cock was already throbbing hard from that conversation.

She walked into my office a few moments later and I said: “Where are they?”

“What?” She looked confused.

“Your panties.”

She raised her eyebrows. “In my purse. Why does it matter?”

I pulled my top desk drawer out and said, “Place them there. So you can’t cheat in case I step out of my desk.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” she whispered, sounding more frustrated than aroused now.

“Panties. Now.” I stared at her with a stern face until she gave up and stormed to place them where I had asked. “Anything else? Do you want me to strip naked so everyone in the office can have a nice show, too?”

She was angrier than I had realized. “Just calm down,” I said, gently. “I thought you’d find it sexy.”

“I do and it’s annoying. I don’t want to find it sexy. I was looking forward to your return from New York, and wanted to ask you about your trip, and tell you about my progress on the Econ paper, and so much more. But as soon as you walked in, all I could think about was the other night.”

She paused for a second as though very nervous about what was to come next, then added, “All I could think about was the other night, and how much I wanted to repeat it. Right now.”

“Aria,” I gasped, getting super hard. “We can book a hotel room around the corner and—”

“No,” she said quickly. “This is exactly what I am talking about. I would love to accompany you to a hotel room and have you do me as you please. It pisses me off though that you do this while I’m at work. I need these hours. I need to be able to work while at work.”

“I’ll pay you double to take the day off.”

“Stop saying that, it’s disrespectful. I want to earn the money I make.”

“I didn’t mean to offend you… I just figured, you want it, I want it, there seems to be no logical reason that either of us should be clothed right now.”

“But there is,” she sighed. “It’s called my job. And yours!”

“Meh,” I said shrugging. “I own the company, that’s hardly a job.”

“After work,” she snapped. “After everyone leaves, we can hang around in your office and do whatever it is that you want to do.”

“You make it sound like such a chore. How flattering,” I snapped back. “And despite that charming proposition, I’ll have to decline in favor of a sausage fest. Board meeting tonight.”

“We don’t have to be at each other’s throats like this you know,” she said, sighing deeply.

“Well, the fucking sexual tension in the room is making us act this way.”

“Yeah, it’s something like that,” she said, staring at her feet.

“Not to change the subject but I got you something,” I said, producing a tiny box from inside my suit pocket.

“What is it?” She looked nervous.

“Not a ring, obviously,” I said, handing her a box.

“Oh really? I was so convinced that it was a ring, and that one steamy night with me had made you decide you wanted me for the rest of your life. Cause that’s how things work,” she laughed, opening the box and gasped when the contents were revealed.

“These are beautiful,” she exclaimed, examining the diamond Liberty locket I had gotten her. “Is this a real diamond?”

“Two carat. Not much, but since you had never been to New York before, I thought I’d bring a piece of it back to you.”

I was playing this smooth.