Chapter Five
PIPER
“What did you want to see me about, Mr. Callahan?” I ask, poking my head through Alfie’s office door.
His back is turned to me, while he stares out the window at the beautiful day beyond it.
I’ve been at work for about an hour, with Beth showing me the ropes and giving me tips on how to deal with him.
Most of them involve avoiding the big boss at all costs.
He’s unpleasant before lunch, worse after his midday workout at the in-house gym.
And if he’s seeing Scott Dietrich, don’t go anywhere near them.
Good advice, if I knew who Scott Dietrich was.
“Yes, Piper, come in,” he says. “Shut the door behind you.”
He spins around in his chair. He’s not dressed in his full suit today, ditching the blazer in the morning heat for his frame-hugging white button-up.
The seams shift and tense with every minuscule movement.
The top button’s undone, exposing a tuft of hair beneath the collar.
A gray shadow of stubble darkens his firm jawline.
Damn, he looks good.
“We didn’t get to do much talking before you left yesterday. I do actually want to get to know you better,” he says.
“What happened to staying purely professional?” I tease.
I take a seat opposite him. Yet again, Alfie can’t keep his eyes off of me. I’m wearing a black dress, with a similar V-neck to the blouse yesterday. It’s black, sleek, and elegant, if not a bit too short, ending high on my thigh.
I saw the way he stared at me throughout my first day at the office.
How his attention lingered on me whenever he passed my secretary’s desk.
Hell, even Beth rolled her eyes once or twice.
As much as I’m in this to change my life, and wanting to ensure I don’t end up like my parents, it’s pretty amazing to command this titan’s attention and respect.
Alfie smiles. “Can’t I get to know who I’m getting into bed—“ His eyes widen at his own comment. “In a matter of speaking, of course.”
“Of course.” I wink. And like Alfie with his comment, I instantly regret it.
After an awkward chuckle, he continues. “So, go on. Tell me more about Piper Beckett,” he says. Hearing my name from his lips is intoxicating.
“There isn’t much to tell,” I say, as I fold my hands into my lap. Alfie’s eyes sink to them.
What terrible thoughts are running through that handsome head of his?
“Bullshit,” he says. He doesn’t tilt his head back up immediately.
“Excuse me?”
“I said, bullshit.” He finally levels his gaze with mine. “I’m a person, you’re a person. We’ve known each other for three days. You’ve lived a whole life up until Sunday, so there can’t be nothing to tell.”
“There’s obviously something to tell, but nothing important.”
“Bullshit,” he says, again.
“I studied and finished second top of my class at Deep Springs College,” I start. It’s gotta be what he’s after. Learn more about my schooling and professional career, before I ended at his doorstep. “After college, I started—“
“I want to know about you, Piper. Not your resume,“ he interrupts.
“Well, what do you wanna know? That I grew up on a farm near Death Valley? The blistering heat killed our crops and left our animals starving?” I raise a brow. That’s the most I’ve told anyone in a very long time, and I won’t be sharing too much more.
“It’s a start,” Alfie says. “Please, go on,” he rolls his hand expectantly.
Oh, no. No, no, no. This isn’t a conversation I’m going to have with anyone. A deep dive into my history isn’t going to do either of us any good. Think, Piper, think. There’s a way out of this, and all I’ve got to do is figure it out.
“Why do you want to know?” My question will buy some time to think.
“As I said, I want to get to know you,” he says.
Or as he put it before, who he’s getting in bed with. My heart suddenly thunders in my chest.
The idea swirling around my mind isn’t one I should be toying with, let alone in a new company with my boss. But I can’t share my sordid history and upbringing with Alfie Callahan. I can’t tell him that my dad’s an enforcer for the Black Dawn Motorcycle Club.
“Bullshit,” I echo his word.
“What did you just say to me?” Alfie’s jaw tightens hard enough to crack stone.
“I said ‘bullshit’.” I flash him a flirtatious smile.
The butterflies in my belly grow more frantic with every passing second I deliberate what I’m going to do.
“You don’t keep secretaries longer than a month, you said it yourself.
With how fast they’d be in and out of here, I doubt you’d bother putting in the effort to form relationships with them. ”
He doesn’t say a word.
“Which means I should feel special. You’re interested in me,” I pull my hands off my lap, and set them on the armrest. “Not just as a mindless drone doing your bidding…” I separate my legs, until the dress tightens around my knees, giving Alfie a better view of what’s beneath.
By the stunned expression on his face, and his eyes burning a hole between my thighs, I can see it working.
“Piper, I…” Alfie stammers.
“No, no,” I shake my head. I move my fingers down the armrest and onto my thighs, moving them with slow, rhythmic precision up and down my leg. “This is what you’re interested in, right? Why you asked me to come back to your bar and find you?”
He gulps, and both his jaw and neck tense with the action. My fingers dance ever closer to the lining of my panties and then I stop. He hasn’t protested, nor has he shown any signs of wanting me to end this. He hasn’t even blinked since I parted my legs.
It’s not exactly what I had planned for today, but it’s a good distraction from a terrible conversation. And let’s face it, I want this just as badly as he does.
“That’s not it at all,” his voice doesn’t hold the same charismatic confidence he’s displayed until now. It’s become a nervous, hushed whisper, eager to see where I go next.
“What if I said I was going to come back sometime, anyway?” I lift out of my chair. “Come back to the bar and find the man who left me desperate?” I ask, in a fake cutesy voice.
Again, he doesn’t speak.
I walk towards him, gliding a hand over the polished wood of his desk. “What if I said, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since Sunday?”
Alfie’s body follows me in his rotating chair. From the desk, until I’m standing in front of his knees. I rest both hands on Alfie’s knees, and with a single tug, I part them.
“What are you doing, Piper?” he asks, in the same husky whisper.
“Giving us what we want,” I say, and sink to my knees.
“It’s only fair, isn’t it? I got mine, now it’s time you got yours.
” I wink, but this time I don’t feel silly or nervous about it.
I feel sexy and empowered. For the first time since meeting him, I’m the one in control.
He can’t stop me, because he doesn’t have the power to.
I move my hand up his thigh and stroke his already stiff shaft with my palm. It didn’t take long for his erection to tent his soft cotton trousers.
“Piper, you shouldn’t be down there,” he says. But his actions don’t mimic his words, as he cups my cheek in one hand, almost guiding me forward.
“But I wanna be,” I say.
I work the zip until it splits with his girth applying pressure to it. The tip bursts through the hole, twitching through the black material of his underwear.
I lean forward, pressing my lips against his erection, and a grunt escapes Alfie’s lips. Exactly how I wanted this to go. At least I’m not the only one who’s been yearning.
Alfie moves a hand to the back of my neck, taking it in a loose grip. He pushes his hips forward, leaning heavily into the backrest of his chair. I continue trailing kisses along his shaft, while I find a way to free it from its confines without taking off his pants.
We’re still in the office, after all.
When I eventually manage to remove the bonds, Alfie’s impressive cock stands proudly between us. A rough growl escapes him, and I crane my neck to face him, nibbling on my lower lip. There’s a crazed look in his eyes. A beautiful mix of over-eagerness and desperation.
“What’s this? A present for me?” I take a firm grip on the base of his cock.
Alfie’s breathing gets staggered and shaky.
I kiss the head of his cock, and his body shudders. Good, I’ve stopped his questioning and progressed this dangerous little game we’re playing. What more could I ask for?
I trace his tip with my tongue like a lollipop, and the faint salty-sweet taste of precum hits my tastebuds. Alfie grunts and his body jerks.
I start stroking the base of his cock with short, tight strokes while I take him into my mouth. The spit trailing down his length is sufficient lubricant to keep my fist gliding smoothly along him.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters under his breath. He flings his head skyward, while I continue delivering his pleasure.
I tighten my grip and increase the pace of my stroking. I bob my head up and down his rock-solid cock and watch him writhe and squirm. I feel empowered and invigorated. I’ve got this conqueror in the palm of my hand, and there isn’t a thing he can do about it.
Right now, I am the center of his universe. The be-all and end-all. I am his goddess, and he’s worshipping at my feet — metaphorically anyway, since I’m the one on my knees.
“Piper, slow down,” he says, returning his gaze to meet mine. But my eye contact sends him over the edge.
Declining his demand to slow, I bear down harder on him. I slobber over him, flick my tongue against his perineum while continuously stroking. I keep him pinned in place until he’s on the verge of release.
Then he does. Alfie shoots a warm gush of seed into the back of my mouth, and I keep sucking. I stay in place until I’ve drained him of every last delicious drop. Until his body is quivering under my grip, and fighting to hold back the noises clawing their way out of him.
I release him and get back to my feet. I pat down the front of my dress.
He looks up at me, still gasping for air. A thin line of sweat has formed on his brow, but there’s no malice in his eyes. No, he’s wearing a cheeky smile, and his dazzling green eyes sparkle in the early morning sun.
While I am looking down at him, fumbling with his pants and boxers to tuck himself away, I start to laugh. An uncontrollable fit of hysterical cackling. Alfie joins in without even hearing the punchline.
“What’s so funny?” he finally asks once he’s tucked and covered.
“A little cliché, don’t you think?” I say, wiping my mouth clean. “The big boss banging his sexy secretary?”
I wink.
“Sexy secretary, huh?” Alfie rises from his seat. “That’s the only thing true about that statement.”
He takes my face in one of his hands, using his thumb to clean the corner of my mouth.
“We haven’t banged…“ He pauses, leans in, and gives me a kiss. It sends my mind on a wild spiral. As though he’s some kind of drug and soon he’ll become my addiction. “Yet,” he adds.
Yet?
Well, well, well. It seems my ploy at distracting Alfie Callahan has just made things a lot more exciting. And I can’t wait to see where it takes us.