Triplets Make Five

“I can’t go on an art retreat,” she said.

“You can, and you will. It’s what you enjoy doing, and your file tells me you haven’t taken a vacation in almost four years. That could get this company in trouble.”

“What?” she asked.

“Because of you, I now have to go through every employee file to make sure everyone is taking at least part of their paid vacation. If we get audited and even one of our employees isn’t taking vacation every year, it makes me look bad. I could get fined for that, Miss Kent. You will go on the art retreat, you will enjoy yourself, and I’ll file your paid vacation paperwork with H.R.”

“You can’t just…buy me a retreat,” she said.

“I just did. Your rental car information is sitting in your email as well. You’re going to need something other than a compact car to get you into the mountains.”

“What makes you think I drive a compact car?” she asked.

“Your office is in a broom closet. You drive a compact car,” I said.

I watched a plethora of emotions scroll across her face. Shock. Astonishment. Curiosity. Wonder. She was getting used to the idea of the art retreat as a smile crossed her cheeks, and I knew I had her.

Hook, line, and sinker.

“Thank you, Mr. Walker,” she said.

“Enjoy yourself. You’ve earned it,” I said.

She nodded, then turned on her heels and started for her office.

“Go ahead and leave early today as well,” I said. “Once you’re finished with your numbers, go pack.”

“Yes, Mr. Walker,” she said.

The day passed on in usual fashion. Meetings Delilah accompanied me to and phone calls from the investors on new projects. I set up meetings with people to keep revamping the company and checked in on old projects that needed to be updated. I cleared Delilah’s schedule for three weeks and hand-delivered her paperwork to Human Resources.

I wanted to make sure someone would get it and process it before she left the office today.

Once I got back to my desk, however, I saw I had an email. One lonely little email from an address that made me grin.

Delilah has sent me something just before she left.

Mr. Walker, the email began.

Holy fuck, I loved it when she called me that.

I wanted you to know how thankful I am for the retreat you are sending me on. I’m not sure why you’re doing it, but thank you. I could have never afforded it on my own.

Good. At least she was becoming more appreciative of my efforts.

I wanted you to know that the time we spent together was special to me. I’ve never felt that way with a man before. It was a first, and I want to thank you for it. It has dawned on me that you are no longer the enemy. I know you’re here to help this company, but I also know there’s goodness in you. Behind that playboy persona and that bad boy attitude, there’s a genuine man. Thank you for showing him to me.

I didn’t know what the hell she was talking about, but I would take it.

Anyway. See you in three weeks when I get back. Remind the investors that their final quarterly investments are due by the end of the month. Just slide their paperwork underneath my door and I’ll take care of it when I get back.

D. Kent

That woman was a workaholic, but I didn’t care. Now that I had her relaxing on a retreat that would remind her of me for three weeks, it was time to start putting together a plan. I wanted her back in my bed once she was back from that retreat, and I wanted no more arguments. That was the first time she had ever experienced a man wanting her like that? Well, I was going to be the first and second. And third. And fourth. I was going to keep her at my place all fucking weekend and do with her as I pleased. I would cook for her, shower her with gifts, then devour her pussy over and over again until I was satisfied with the look on her face.

Once she came back from this retreat, I would be irresistible to her.

That woman didn’t have a damn thing to worry about when it came to her job. Because she was going nowhere.