6. Chapter Six
Chapter Six
C hance
I’m listening to my employees debate when she walks in. Silence descends over the meeting. Everyone’s looking at her and my blood starts to boil.
She shouldn’t be coming in with that outfit—a flirty black skirt and a white top that shows off creamy skin. She looks like a meal and the staff, both men and women, stare at her like they want a piece.
“Ramsey,” my voice has their gazes swinging back to me. “Please, go on.”
He clears his throat and resumes speaking.
While decorum is restored to them, my eyes wander. She’s coming around the long conference table, her gaze glued on me. I hold it, giving away nothing. Her brown eyes dim. She probably thinks I’m mad. Should I be?
I’m the opposite though. Just the sight of her fills me up with an energy that pumps through my body, and goes straight to my cock.
Especially given how she looks this morning.
The spot by my left is empty for her and she drops her file and laptop, then comes over to whisper in my ear. I get a whiff of her sweet scent and a peek of cleavage and I’m done for.
She says something about being late, but I can’t respond. My throat is tight. The only thing I want to do right now is take her. Away from this meeting, away from this building, to my home. I want her lying beneath me as I take off all her clothes.
She pulls away and sits down, her eyes down.
Now, I’m mad. With barely any effort, she makes me feel things I shouldn’t. She makes me want things I can’t have.
I curl my fingers around a pen and squeeze. It’s me who offered her a reason to stay. If I didn’t she’d be long gone and I wouldn’t be in this fix.
It’s my fault. And I’m going to fix it the only way I know how.
My gaze slashes to the left and I catch her watching me. She doesn’t look away.
“Mr. Easton?” Ramsey’s voice pulls me back into the meeting.
He’s the head of the marketing department and so far, he hasn’t been able to show me a feasible marketing strategy for the next few months.
“Yes, Ramsey? Do you have something new for me? All I’ve gotten for the past week are rehashed unsuccessful attempts that did nothing but waste the company’s resources.”
“I understand, sir.” Ramsey sits up and pulls at his collar.
It’s cold in here from the AC.
“B-but I have something good. Something better.”
“And that is?”
“What if we don’t attack the campaign with ads but we do a giveaway that will attract more patronage?” He holds his breath, waiting.
“I’m listening.”
“We select a few products and put them out in an advert that drums up the public’s interest. Once they can test the authenticity of these products, they will come back for more.”
“Freebies don’t work.”
I pause. Did she just speak? I turn in Maddie’s direction. Everyone is looking at her as I am.
“Sorry.” She presses a hand to her lips. “That just came out.”
“No, no.” I face her. “I want to hear more. What are your thoughts on Ramsey’s proposal?”
She looks around the table but focuses on me. “Freebies don’t work,” she reiterates. “My former boss tried it and it was a nightmare. You don’t want to cater to people who don’t have purchasing power for your product at full price.”
“So? That’s the point!” Ramsey says. “They’ll tell the people they know who will buy.”
“It doesn’t work like that. A friend to a person who can’t purchase, most likely can’t purchase too. It’s just—”
“What do you know?” Ramsey snaps. “You’re just a mere—”
“Ramsey,” I cut in before he tempts me to fire him. “This is a civil discussion.”
“But she’s not even from my department!” He’s red in the face. “How does she dare to advise me? I’ve been doing this for years!”
“And clearly, you’ve run out of fresh ideas. Instead of defending the old ways that don’t work, maybe it’s time to find something new.”
He sits back, chastised but I don’t miss the annoyed look he throws Maddie’s way.
It’s harmless. His pride is hurt, that’s all.
I meet her eyes to ensure she’s all right. She’s looking at me, a soft look in her brown gaze.
Uncertain what that’s about, I move the meeting from marketing to another department. The meeting ends an hour later.
I make my way into my office. I’m supporting a semi and I need to get rid of it now, as well as the thoughts of Maddie tumbling through my head.
How she chewed on the bottom of a pen. How her slender fingers moved over the keyboard. How she tucked her lip between her teeth when typing very fast.
I want her and I can’t wait.
I press the intercom. “Send Maddie in,” I tell Julia.
“Straightaway, sir,” Julia replies.
Not two minutes later, Maddie walks in. She stops halfway across the room, her gaze lowered. “You called for me?”
“Yes.” I’m sitting behind my desk. I’d rather be standing next to her. But the semi has gone full steel again. “Have a seat.”
She takes the spot opposite me.
Before I can speak, she blurts, “Sorry that I came in late and I interrupted the meeting. I will make sure to avoid doing both again.”
“That’s not why I called you in here.”
Her gaze whisks up. “Oh. Why, then? I was sure I was getting a slap on the wrist.”
My lips twitch. “No.” I sit up, fighting the urge to adjust. “I can see you’re having some trouble.”
“Trouble?”
“Yes, finding something suitable to wear.”
Her cheeks turn red. “Excuse me?”
“You don’t think a barely there dress is office wear, do you?” She gapes. Before she can say more, I slide my card across the desk. “Take this as a clothing allowance and get something suitable to wear.”
She eyes the card and looks at me. “I don’t appreciate you talking about my clothes.”
I shrug. “You’re my assistant. You must appear in a way that doesn’t distract everyone at the office.”
She looks at me through her lashes. “Distract everyone?”
I swallow. “Yes, everyone.”
A mischievous glint sneaks into her eyes. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with my clothes.”
“Really?”
“Mm-hm. Do you want to tell me what’s wrong with it?”
Everything that’s wrong with it flashes through my head. “I can’t say,” my voice comes out hoarsely.
“Sure, you can,” she taunts and rises.
The desk is covering most of her lower body but a bit of her creamy thighs are visible.
“Maddie,” I murmur.
She spins around giving me a flash of her supple ass cheeks when the bottom of her skirt flies up.
I bite back a groan.
“Is this bad?”
“Come this way, Maddie,” I rasp. “Come see how bad it is.”
Maddie’s eyes orb and she comes around the desk. I lean back in my seat and swivel so I’m facing sideways. She stops before me, her eyes falling down my gently heaving chest to the tent in my slacks.
Her eyes turn heavy-lidded. She runs her tongue over her bottom lip and I groan. She’s probably thinking of the moments in the garden. I am too.
But we aren’t in some garden hidden away in an exotic resort. We are in the middle of the business district. Floors up. The muted sounds of the busy office coming in.
But for all I care, we could be alone in the world.
“Do you see, Maddie? That’s what skirts like that do.”
“Oh,” she says. “You can’t go around like this?”
“No.” I palm my length through my slacks and stroke, up to down.
Maddie’s eyes follow my movements, growing hungrier by the second. She licks her lip again and it comes away wet.
I want it wet with my precum. Just like that night.
“Maddie.”
“Yeah?”
“Remember how you got down on your knees? So eager, sucking my cock off like it could quench your thirst?”
She drifts closer until she stands between my legs.
“You wanna finish what you started? Hmm? My cock has missed your eager mouth.”
She goes down then, crouches before me. Her hands are quick to displace mine. She tugs on my belt and zips me down. Seconds later, my cock is sticking out of my slacks.
Thick and veiny.
She sucks in a breath before diving in. It’s as I remembered. No, better.
I shut my eyes as sensation pours through me. Her mouth is wet and warm, rivaling the chilly AC. While her hand works the base, her tongue rolls around the head.
She flicks the slit with the tip of her tongue and I see stars.
I grab her hair, unsure whether to push her down and get more and pull her back because it’s too much.
Her moans get louder as I direct her movements, showing her how deep to go and when to let up.
She’s so hungry for it that when my grip slackens, she takes me into her throat.
Fuck! I tear my eyes open to see it for real, to believe that she’s doing this.
She’s looking at me. Her mouth at the base of my cock, her nostrils flared to receive more air.
The sight of her threatens to make me cum. I jerk back and she lets go, pulling in a gasping breath.
“That’s enough.” I pull her to her feet. “Show me what’s hiding under your lacy underwear.”
I draw her close until her hips are level with my face. Breathing raggedly, I yank up her skirt. “Hold.”
She does as she’s told.
I spend a second marveling at the spread of her underwear on her pussy lips, then I slide it to the side. I push a finger in to find that she’s wet and ready.
She moans, her knees beginning to tremble.
I ease her closer and she gets my intention quickly. She straddles my thighs, her knees on either side.
Grabbing her hips, I lower her down. My cock pokes her, searching for an entrance. It dawns that her underwear is still on.
It’s a flimsy piece of cloth and it takes only a twist of my fingers to take off. I pocket it and proceed to slide her down.
“Wait!” Her haze is gone, replaced by panic. “I’m on the pill and I got tested recently, I’m clean but—”
“I’m clean too.”
She believes me instantly, her gaze growing heavy. “Fuck me then.”
A lump forms in my throat. To stamp out that sensation, I plunge into her. She closes around me like a glove to a fist. It’s so good I throw my head back on a groan.
She falls forward, her face in the crook of my neck. She grips my shoulders, trembling. Her hips circle and I see stars.
I want more.
I capture her hips and help her ride me harder, better.
She’s moaning. Her screams combined with my groans fill the office. We’re loud, but that’s alright. No one comes into my office unannounced—except Baxter and he’s away. No sound leaves because it’s insulated that way.
It’s just us two.
I bounce her so she’s louder, proving just how good she’s getting it.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers.
I wrap my arms around her to keep her steady and then I’m thrusting upward, grinding against her clit.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck! Chance.”
She starts to tremble, her legs shaking.
My orgasm hits me seconds later. I groan to the ceiling, holding her hips still so I can shoot every drop of my seed into her. She takes it with enthusiasm, bouncing on my lap. Then her pussy spasms, pulling out the last drops of cum.
Finally, she collapses on my chest.
I hold her still and rub a hand up and down her back as we both catch our breaths.
The intercom beeps and I lean forward to press it. Maddie moans as I move inside her. I bury her face against my chest for her to muffle her sounds.
“Yes?”
“Sir, the CFO is here to see you. Should I let him in?”
Maddie starts to scramble off me, but I hold her steady with a firm grip. “No. Tell him to wait.”
I let go of the button and face Maddie. Her hair is a mess, and her eyes still look hazy. Maybe because we’re still joined. I rock a little and she whimpers.
“The CFO…”
“Yeah.” I let her go grudgingly.
She slides off me and rights her clothes, then brushes her hair with shaky fingers.
Without saying a word, she turns to leave.
“The card.”
She spins and picks it up, then walks out on shaky legs.