Clashing with the Ice Queen (The Ice Queen #2)

1. Cassandra

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CASSANDRA

C assandra Wynter stood backstage, feeling the buzz of excitement humming around her. The large convention hall was filled with bright lights and the soft murmur of voices from the crowd. Today, she was not just Cassandra, a fifty-two-year-old woman; she was the CEO of Wynter Media, an ice queen in the fashion, entertainment, and media world.

She took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill her lungs. This was her moment. As the top dog of a leading fashion company, she’d spent decades shaping the industry, and today she was ready to share her insights at the annual Fashion and Entertainment Conference.

Dressed in a tailored navy blazer that accentuated her figure, Cassandra looked every bit the part of the confident leader she was. Her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders, framing her face like a golden halo, while her bright blue eyes sparkled with determination. She knew she was about to step into the spotlight, and she relished it. Many people would be nervous in her position, but Cassandra felt excitement buzzing through her veins, as it always did when she was about to speak in front of a crowd.

As the announcer introduced her, the crowd erupted into applause. She smiled, stepping out onto the stage, her heels clicking sharply against the polished wooden floor. The audience was packed with fashion enthusiasts, budding designers, and media professionals, all eager to hear what she had to say. She scanned the room, nodding to familiar faces and beaming with pride at members of the younger generation who looked up to her.

“Thank you for that warm welcome,” she began, her voice clear and unwavering. “It’s an honor to be here today, sharing my thoughts on the dynamic relationship between fashion, entertainment, and media.”

Cassandra moved confidently to center stage, feeling the heat of the spotlight wash over her. She knew her audience was hanging on her every word, and she had some valuable lessons to impart. “For decades, our industry has evolved at an exhilarating pace,” she continued, her hands gesturing gracefully as she spoke. “What began as a mere expression of individual style has morphed into a global phenomenon, shaping not just trends, but societal norms and values.”

As she spoke, Cassandra’s thoughts drifted back to her early years in the business. She recalled how fashion shows used to be intimate gatherings, showcasing only a handful of designs to a limited audience. Now, they were extravagant productions streamed live to millions around the world. She smiled, remembering the excitement of her first fashion show, and how she’d felt overwhelmed yet thrilled to be part of something so impactful.

“But with this influence comes responsibility,” she insisted, her tone growing more serious. “We, as leaders in this industry, have the power to inspire change. It’s crucial that we use our platforms to advocate for diversity, sustainability, and ethical practices.” The audience nodded in agreement, some people even whispering to their neighbors.

Cassandra encouraged them by sharing stories of her own initiatives to support underrepresented designers and push for sustainable materials. This made her feel like she was taking a modern approach and appealing to the increasingly liberal society. As she spoke of her journey, she saw young faces lighting up with inspiration. She hoped they would take her words to heart and carry them into the future of fashion.

Cassandra stood tall behind the polished wooden podium, her slender fingers delicately gripping the edges as she surveyed the audience. The bright lights of the conference hall illuminated her flawless, poised figure, and her long, straight blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders like a shimmering waterfall.

Her blue eyes sparkled with confidence as she continued her speech. The room was filled with eager faces, young entrepreneurs and seasoned professionals alike, all here to soak up the wisdom of leaders in the industry. This annual conference was a breeze for her. Cassandra’s voice was smooth and commanding, resonating as she shared her insights on how Wynter Media was embracing modern marketing strategies to bolster their digital outreach.

“Social media,” she emphasized, “is no longer just a platform; it is a lifeline for brand engagement. At Wynter Media, we’re harnessing the power of Facebook to strategically connect with our audience, utilizing targeted ads and engaging content to drive conversation and increase brand loyalty.”

As she spoke, Cassandra saw nods of agreement from the crowd. She felt a familiar sense of validation wash over her. She’d built this empire through years of dedicated work and savvy decision-making. However, just as she reached her crescendo, she noticed a movement in the audience.

Nadine James, the young CEO of an up-and-coming startup, Pulse Media, stood up with an intensity that drew the eyes of everyone in the room. Nadine was known for her edgy fashion sense and innovative ideas, and her short brown hair framed her face. Her enthusiastic hazel eyes caught the light as she raised her hand, a look of determination etched across her features.

As much as Cassandra found her attractive and let her eyes rove over Nadine’s body, she knew Nadine James was about to be a pain in her ass. And that was something she would not accept.

“Excuse me, Ms. Wynter, but may I interject?” Nadine asked, her tone challenging. The audience held its breath—a challenge had been thrown.

Cassandra paused, her heart racing just a little. She hated to admit it even to herself, but she kind of admired Nadine’s boldness, and the delightful way her big breasts looked in the little dress she was wearing, but she was unprepared for an outright dispute. Obviously she wasn’t afraid of an outright dispute, but in front of this many people, well, it just looked unprofessional. And, if there was one thing Cassandra prided herself on as CEO of Wynter Media, it was professionalism. With a nod and a glare, she gestured for Nadine to continue.

“I appreciate your insights on Facebook marketing,” Nadine began, her voice steady, “but I have to challenge the notion that it’s the most effective platform for digital outreach in today’s market.” She glanced down at her notes, then back at the audience, confidence radiating from her stance. “In recent studies, reports have shown that platforms like Instagram and TikTok are driving higher engagement rates and better conversion statistics for fashion brands.”

Murmurs rippled across the room as Cassandra’s face maintained its composed facade, even though she felt a swell of irritation. How dare Nadine James undermine her? Jumped up little bitch.

“Thank you for your perspective, Ms. James. While I agree that Instagram and TikTok have their advantages,” Cassandra replied, unruffled and charming as ever, “it is essential to remember the diverse audience on Facebook. Our approach is about creating an inclusive space that caters to all age groups, from millennials to baby boomers.”

Cassandra took a deep breath, allowing her years of experience to guide her. “Furthermore, the metrics we gather from our Facebook campaigns inform our strategies across all platforms, including Instagram and TikTok. It’s about synergy and understanding that each platform serves a different purpose. In our case, Facebook acts as a foundation for building brand trust and loyalty.”

The tension in the room began to subside as Cassandra spoke with her customary elegance and poise dripping from every word.

“I think you are wrong. I think you are missing the changes in the digital world and falling behind the times.” Nadine’s eyes flashed dangerously.

Cassandra fixed her gaze and the two stared off at each other for what felt like forever. Nadine was a defiant one, that was for sure.

When Nadine didn’t look away, Cassandra realized she had to. She was speaking to a roomful of people. Now was no time for personal spats.

She went back to her speech frustrated as all hell.

“Anyway, your opinion as it may be, there are plenty of reasons why Wynter Media is a market leader and my social media strategies are amongst them. Let’s move on and discuss the summer season…” Cassandra smoothly changed the subject and smiled like a cat that had cornered its prey meeting Nadine’s angry face briefly before sweeping over her attentive crowd.

Who on earth did this hot little bitch think she was- challenging Cassandra Wynter in public no less? She would regret that.

As Cassandra wrapped up her speech, the room erupted into applause. She’d weathered the challenge with grace, reaffirming her position as a knowledgeable leader. Nadine James, still standing in that skin tight dress, clapped enthusiastically alongside everyone else, her hazel eyes sparkling in an unspoken challenge as she smiled snakily at Cassandra.

Perhaps, Cassandra mused, there was a lesson in this moment. Challenging each other was what drove the industry forward. With a final equally snakey smile toward Nadine, she concluded, “Let us embrace the evolving landscape of digital marketing, learning from one another as we carve our paths in this vibrant industry.”

As the applause echoed around Cassandra, a wave of accomplishment washed over her. She might be steadfast in her views, but she was also very much a part of an ever-evolving world—a world where even newcomers had valuable insights to share.

Cassandra couldn’t help but notice how spirited Nadine had been during her speech. When Nadine claimed that Wynter Media’s strategies were outdated, Cassandra had felt a flash of irritation. It was almost as if Nadine had been trying to undermine her authority right there on stage.

“Oh, come on,” she murmured under her breath as the applause eventually faded and the crowd began to shift. With a tight smile, she greeted industry colleagues and posed for pictures. The press loved her. Stiff, poised, and unapologetically elegant, Cassandra was everything they wanted in a media mogul.

Once she stepped off the stage, she was bombarded by reporters eager to capture every word she shared. They shoved microphones toward her and snapped photos as she gracefully navigated the sea of cameras and notepads. This was her territory, and she relished the attention. But as she spoke to the press, her mind flickered back to bloody Nadine James.

Nadine, the ambitious young CEO of Pulse Media, had rattled her composure. Cassandra had been annoyed and still was—not just because of the interruption, but because there was an undeniable spark in Nadine’s bright hazel eyes. Those eyes, filled with passion and defiance, had caught her off guard, which irritated her to no end.

As she posed for a few more photos, Cassandra couldn’t help but steal glances at Nadine, who was now mingling with other guests. The woman’s short brown hair complemented her youthful energy well, but it was more than just her looks that held Cassandra’s gaze—it was the confidence that radiated off of her. Still, that confidence could come off as cocky, and that only fueled Cassandra’s irritation at her.

With the press now occupied elsewhere, Cassandra wandered through the venue, sipping sparkling water while engaging in small talk with colleagues. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Nadine bloody James. She imagined confronting the younger woman about her insistent questioning. Part of her wanted to dismiss Nadine’s opinions outright, maybe even put her in her place.

Mmmm, put her in her place.

What if she could use this desire for dominance in a literal sense? The idea felt strangely appealing. Perhaps she could teach Nadine a lesson that made the younger woman realize her place in the industry, but the fantasy quickly morphed into something more heated. The thought of being assertive, of being the one in control as she always was, ignited an unexpected thrill.

Cassandra found herself picturing Nadine in her mind’s eye—bent over her desk with her tight dress pulled up exposing the delicious curve of her round ass, the younger woman’s face flushed with a mix of surprise and exhilaration at what was about to happen.

The age gap of what must be nearly 20 years danced in the back of her mind, but to be honest, it just turned her on and her imagination deepened. Would Nadine care when she was on her knees worshipping Cassandra’s pussy? Cassandra didn’t know, but the more she thought about it, the more appealing the idea became.

Their lives might be intertwined in a competitive industry, but perhaps a kind of revenge could unfold behind closed doors. Increasingly filthy thoughts churned in her mind as she navigated the crowd, a smirk forming on her lips. She wasn’t just a businesswoman; she was a force of nature. She would take whatever or whoever she wanted in this life.

Including any hot young thing that took her eye.

The conference continued around her, lively and vibrant, but Cassandra felt a thrill of newness despite the routine of the annual event. This complex blend of desire and ambition sparked a new kind of motivation in her. She could dominate not only in the boardroom, but certainly in a very different arena altogether.

As she headed to a quieter corner of the venue, she contemplated her next move. Whatever it was, it would have to assert her power. There was a tantalizing thrill in the chase, and the familiar thrill of wearing the crown of both CEO and seductress sent shivers down her spine. Losing was not an option—in business or in life.

As she worked her way through the crowd, shaking hands and answering questions, something unexpected continued to flicker in her. There was an undeniable energy between her and Nadine, even if it was laced with competition. Cassandra found Nadine attractive in a way that both excited and annoyed her. The curve of her breasts and her ass in the tight little dress she was wearing were delightfully tempting. She should be focused on her company’s success, but all she could think about was taking Nadine James in hand and forcing her to submit sexually.

Is it really revenge if I ’ m just…asserting myself? she thought, biting back a smirk as an idea took root in her mind. What if she could turn the tables? What if she could take control of their rivalry in a way that would leave Nadine breathless? The thought sent a shiver down her spine as a mix of indignation and intrigue flooded her senses.

Cassandra glanced toward the small crowd surrounding Nadine, who was animatedly discussing her own startup’s recent success. How cute , she thought with a wry smile. She ’ s basking in the attention . Yet there was something about Nadine’s confidence that stirred a level of admiration in Cassandra, a feeling she typically didn’t direct toward rival CEOs.

Admiration, yes. But mostly just desire to bend her over and fuck her till she screamed for mercy.

Mmmmm

As the hours passed, Cassandra’s mind twisted and turned with the fantasy of dominating Nadine. Could she really act on it? Surely there would be a thrill in pushing Nadine out of her comfort zone as Cassandra reasserted her dominance without losing her professionalism in the process, right?

Would the age difference be a barrier? It felt like a chasm in some respects, but the attraction lingered. She had always had a thing for younger women. The professionalism she’d maintained all day was slowly unraveling as her fantasies grew bolder. It was uncharacteristic of her recent actions, even scandalous if people found out, but the idea of having Nadine beneath her, of turning that challenge into something more primal, was intoxicating.

Perhaps I’ll invite her to discuss strategies over drinks tonight , Cassandra mused to herself, her expression returning to its practiced smile as she continued to mingle with the press and her colleagues.

Discuss strategies/I’ll sit on her face.

Cassandra laughed to herself.

Deep down, she felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension. Would this bold maneuver merely be about setting the record straight and eliminating the competition, or would it turn into something deeper? Whatever it was, Cassandra knew one thing: she was not willing to let Nadine, or anyone else, challenge her ever again.

Nadine smiled as Cassandra approached her, the challenge in her gaze softening. “I didn’t mean to upset the flow of your presentation Ms. Wynter. I just think we need to adapt faster than ever these days.”

Cassandra took a deep breath. “Innovation is crucial, I agree,” she said, her gaze taking advantage of Nadine’s softening hazel eyes and glancing once again up and down her body enjoying what she saw.

“Perhaps we could chat about some of your strategies later,” Nadine suggested, her tone mellowing as she edged closer. There was a hint of something electric in the air between them, which startled Cassandra.

She beat me to it…

Cassandra found herself responding, “Of course. Just send me an email, my PA will give you my address, and we can set something up.” She felt formal, detached, and not nearly as engaging as she wanted to be.

But, at the same time, taking back control, and that was what mattered most.

As Nadine smiled, an unspoken suggestion of perhaps more passed between them, and Cassandra licked her lips.

“Great! I’ll do that. I truly admire what you’ve built, Cassandra.”

Nadine’s words lingered in the air long after she turned away, leaving a spark of warmth behind. Cassandra watched her go, an unfamiliar feeling swirling within her. There was something about Nadine James—about their banter, about the challenge—that pulled at something deep inside her.

Cassandra shook her head, releasing a slow breath. Maybe the next time they spoke, she’d leave the polished facade behind, just a little. After all, there was power in vulnerability. For the first time in a long while, she wondered if conquering someone could mean more than just revenge. Maybe it could also help her professionally, by keeping the enemy close.

Meanwhile, she would look pretty on her knees, little Nadine James.