Prologue
He had me by the hair, body taut in his other arm. I was so wet and even though the desk grazed my lower back. He looked me dead in the eyes and spun me without a word. The only language recognizable between us was the movement of our bodies.
He bent me over the desk aggressively, but that peaked my libido even more. I could feel him massaging his hard length on my ass. I sighed sweetly and audibly...
Then his hardened length lowered to my moist entrance and sank oh so deliciously inside of me. Every inch slowly pushed me over the edge, little by little, before he started at a steady pace. My toes began to curl and I gripped the edges of the desk for dear life as I exhaled a ragged breath.
A loud moan escaped me and then as if a spell was broken, I toppled off over the side of his desk. I fell with a loud thud!
“Sage! Wake up! This isn’t the time to be dreaming about Mr. Heinrich!” She half whispered half shouted, gritting through her teeth. Nervously, she looked around the area to see if anyone heard her. Or me mumbling in my sleep about him to her.
“Wake up,” she gritted out and pushed me so hard that I fell out of my chair and onto the floor. I was sprawled out in front of Ronnie. She sat in my chair swiftly, crouching to my level with amusement in her eyes. She held her hand out for me to pull myself. I couldn’t help but laugh, however, the memories of the brief reverie were so vivid that I barely chuckled. Goosebumps swept across my skin and I shivered a little at the thought... I sighed. Ronnie’s laughter was infectious. She had a hard time holding it in. Her face was red from wheezing and holding her stomach. Until it eventually died.
“Babe, today is not the day,” she hiccupped. She stood from my chair looped her arm into mine and ushered me into her office briskly.
“I needed that so fucking badly. My head is pounding. I am under so much pressure right now. I don’t even know how you find time to breathe with all this restlessness.”
Ronnie waved her hand around while closing the door behind us.
I sank into the chair in front of her desk.
“Do you not see the dark circles under my eyes? You just snapped me out of the only relief I had.”
Ronnie smiled. “Oh look, we’re matching,” she said as she pointed at the area under her eyes.
She took her seat behind the desk, immediately shifting into work mode. Such a girl boss.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
“I sure am. But remember you guys will step in after Mr. Heinrich and I finish prepping the clients. Okay?”
I nodded. I tried to get myself together for the meeting we were about to have with him... I slightly drooled over the thought.
“Is he actually here?”
“Yup. Saw him this morning when I got in. Well not really. I saw his car, so it’s likely that he is here.”
A sigh escaped me and Ronnie shot me a glare. She sensed that I was still lost in some wicked thought.
“Ouch!” she threw the stapler at me. It hit my shoulder, hard.
“You’re lucky the desk is in between us,” I threatened.
“Focus,” she stated while squinting her eyes at me. Then she turned her attention back to her notes on her laptop.
We rustled up the rest of our notes and strode to the end of the cubicles that tiled the entire area. The office where our Managers and Leads usually held the meetings was on the 19th floor. Our building has 20 floors. Meanwhile, our department was on the 18th floor.
At the other end of our department was the hall that led to 4 elevators. Ronnie and I moved from blue carpeting to tiled marbled flooring that echoed the footsteps of our 4-inch heels. When we got to the elevator I punched the arrow to the floor we were on and waited for the elevator to arrive. Trepidation and excitement washed over me as we stepped in. I punched the sunken button with the number 19 on it, which lit up in red under my index finger. I checked myself cautiously in the reflective walls, pushing my long black hair behind my ears, straightening my baby pink blouse, and opening the second button from my neck to expose a tiny bit of cleavage, which I barely had.
My hands smoothed the creases in the close-fitted, knee-length, pastel green skirt and I centered the slit at the back of it. The thigh-high pantyhose was a perfect pitch black. They matched my black 4-inch heels, Swatch leather watch, and the thin belt around my waist, with the dainty gold buckle.
The elevator ride seemed to last forever, I began shifting my weight from one leg to the next. Incredulous black eyes watched me. I can see Ronnie glaring at me from my peripherals.
“Stop it,” she hissed.
I stopped moving and turned to give her a nervous smile instead. We refocused on the doors in front of us. Then I heard.
“You’re doing it again,” Ronnie stated irritably.
I immediately stopped. The elevators then came to a halt, which had my heart racing in my chest. The doors swung open and there he was, Mr. Heinrich, our boss, in a charcoal black suit, fitted to hug every inch of his bulging muscles, his hands were in his pockets, tightening the cloth around his thighs. He had on black, leather dress shoes that shun, his jacket swung open and his head was bald to perfection. It wasn’t lined short this time. He didn’t let it grow out like he normally does when he is away. I love it. It fits him well by highlighting his hollow cheeks and defining the rest of his facial features. He was definitely all man. I swallowed a bit too hard. My throat hurt afterward. I swallowed again to try to ease the pain. He stood with hooded icy, blue eyes peering into my soul. I matched his look with a determination of my own. He stepped forward once and all my strength diminished when I smelt his scent, my scent on him. YSL Libre. My eyes widened in disbelief. I went completely still.
“Fuck.”
The word spilled from my lips before I could catch it. I covered my mouth immediately because we were not alone. He had two other associates trailing him. They gave me disapproving looks, but his features never changed. He was not moved by my crassness. An elbow connected wickedly to my ribs bringing me back to reality and the fact that I just bellowed an expletive in front of my boss! Shit! My cheeks reddened, and my palms began to sweat, as he arched an inquiring eyebrow my way and the slightest flicker of a smile ran across his lips, but disappeared in a flash.
My entire body felt weak at the sight. I went completely hot. I felt myself rubbing my sweaty palms on my skirt. I was trying to stay calm as best as possible. I cleared my throat instead. I was embarrassed.
“Miss Beauchamp, Miss Sauvignon,” He greeted in his deep throaty accent. I began drooling once more. I could feel his eyes on me after he and his associates sidestepped us to stand behind us in the elevator. This got me wondering though, if I reacted this much to his voice, what would happen if he had touched me again this time around? I took a deep, shaky breath to clear my mind of these raging pheromones and thoughts. It seemed to help, but there was one problem, I inhaled his delicious scent. I could still smell my scent on him. I don’t know if he had wine before work or in his office, but it paired well with my perfume that he had on. I turned a little and opened my chestnut-coloured eyes to see him watching me tentatively. He was in the middle of his associates. This gave us a bit of distance from the heat that was building between us.
“The meeting will be held on the 20th floor instead, Miss Beauchamp,” he paused before continuing. “Miss Sauvignon I would like a word with you after.”
My stomach sank, but somehow I found the composure to hold my head up.
“Yes, Mr. Heinrich,” I replied.
