[Leonard]
The hallway was empty, I noted with a hint of satisfaction and relief as I headed for my corner while the lady trailed behind.
My PA's desk was empty, I noted with relief as I turned one more time to look at the bulge in my trousers. I tried opening the door to my office with the handle but it was stuck, so I brought out my bunch of identical keys, not sure which of them is it.
After about three failed attempts, the fourth key made a clink, and I opened the door. The lady who had been quiet as I struggled with the door rushed inside, leaving me to join her, or not.
By now my dick had deflated but not my desire to have her. She should be "clean" I told myself, once the question came to mind. I stepped into the office, and went straight to my side of the large desk, not giving a fuck about the door which was wide open. I am not supposed to get the door to my office, and I am certainly not supposed to get it close.
She walked seductively to where I sat, as though to hand me the briefcase even though I knew that wasn't the case.
I pointed at the door, and watched as both confusion and disappointment instantly covered her face.
"Shut the damn door." I ordered in my usual tone, and she eased somewhat. Her stroll to the door was swift, nearly desperate and she was back beside me in no time.
"Here's your briefcase sir." She said, placing the briefcase on the desk, and turning to go but I stopped her with a forceful pull of her arm, while I silently wondered why her attitude suddenly changed.
Only a few minutes ago, she was prepared to have me take her right in the elevator, and had she not hurriedly shut the door so we could do it? She is no longer interested now that I am aroused, and alone with her…
She must be joking.
I got up from my desk chair, with my hand still holding forcefully to her arms while she winced from pain or pleasure, who knows? You can never tell with these ladies.
Exerting the same amount of force, I pulled her along with me as I moved backwards, towards the wall closest to me. I could not see her face, but I was certain she didn't feel alarmed. Her complete willingness was proof enough.
I made her rest against the wall while her boobs faced me. I saw them now, her eyes. I was wrong. She wasn't willing, not in the slightest, she was desperate.
Without thinking, I lifted my right hand until it landed heavily on her boobs, and damn, they were much more tender than I imagined. I studied the Staff ID on lanyards which hung around her neck, noting her name, and the department where she works.
She moaned softly, and my left hand joined the exercise immediately. Both my hands squeezed hard at her boobs, extracting suppressed moans of pleasure mixed with pain from her. She probably didn't know and I was not about to tell her, but there was no need to suppress her moans. I am the CEO, and anything goes.
I undid the buttons of her top, and inserted my hands, enjoying the vibrating effect it had on her. Her bra came off the next instant, all thanks to my many years of sex in impossible places which has prompted me to be swift and accurate at the same time.
My dick was up again, and ready to act but what about her pussy? Was it ready for me? I needed to find out so up I lifted her leg, left or right, it didn't matter. The sight of her red panties brought me an unexpected satisfaction so I slid my hand inside, and fingered her pussy. A loud moan resounded from her lips, loud enough to momentarily conceal the sound made by my phone as it began to ring.
Damn! Her pussy was wet, so wet and juicy and ready for me. I thought of ignoring the call at first but whoever it was wouldn't stop calling so I let go of her leg, and fished out the phone from the breast pocket of my suit which was now laying on the floor.
It was Idris, and I knew just why he was calling. I paused for a while, waiting for my breath to return to normal before I answered the call.
"Hey buddy," I called, moving away from Clara, as identified by her Staff ID. I could bet she felt disappointed even though I did not look at her face.
"Have you spoken to your PA yet?" Idris asked instead, ignoring my attempt to exchange pleasantries.
Speaking of my personal assistant, I have totally forgotten about her. She wasn't on seat when I passed by her corner earlier and she hadn't come to me either.
A loud clatter followed, and I nearly jumped off my skin. I turned towards the direction where the noise had come from, and saw Clara, picking up a wooden artifice from the floor.
How clumsy of her! I had completely forgotten that I had company.
I dismissed her with a wave of my hand, not caring for a slight second how that made her feel.
"Are you there?" Idris asked from the other end. "What was that?" He added almost immediately.
"It's nothing. I'll tell her everything you said right away." I said, heading out of my office. Clara had just left, after putting on her bra, and straightening her outfit.
Outside my office were my men, and no single trace of Nicole, not even a handkerchief or that feminine scent I have come to associate with her.
"She is not here." I said into the phone.
"What do you mean, did you happen to fire her yesterday?" Idris asked. There was a bit of panic in his tone.
"Maybe I should have fired her." I replied in an indifferent manner whereas I had broken into a sweat. She is but my one chance of ever having children.
"What are you going to do now?" Idris asked in that voice and tone that showed that he was concerned, the same one I hated.
"I think I know what to do." I said, and hung up.
Did Louis not say Nicole loved her job, and was the most dedicated Staff of Litt's int'l? Maybe it's time I use that piece of information against her.
I went back into my office with a grin, sat on my desk chair, and powered on my laptop.
It's time to compose a mail.