Chapter 4 #2
“I’m all ready,” Cassy says, walking in wearing her pink tennis shoes and carrying a tablet. “All I need now is for you to let me on the Wi-Fi so I can take notes.”
Can this woman get any more irresistible? I love her sass, even though it makes me twitch with the urge to spank her again. I take out my phone and call Liam. “Is the building secure?”
“Well, hello to you, too,” he chuckles.
“Is it?”
“Yeah. Everyone is out, including the few who made the shortlist. I gave them the letter stating your intent to interview them for positions at Carson Enterprises in the next few days.”
“Excellent. Turn the Wi-Fi back on and send me the updated password. My executive liaison needs to log in so she can take notes.” I look over at Cassy and give her a wink.
“Your Executive Liaison. Is that what they are calling it these days?”
“Liam,” I growl. Two seconds later, my phone buzzes with a text message. As I’m about to disconnect the call, I hear Liam’s laughter. Good damn thing he is good at his job.
“Cassy, the password is,” I start as I open the message. When I see it, I know I’m going to kill Liam, but I couldn’t change it, and I hope she won’t figure it out. “Capital DDE + sign lowercase lg Capital C 4 lowercase e v e r.”
She enters the password, and I watch for any sign she has figured out the password, but when she looks up, she doesn’t seem disturbed about it. After this walk-through, I would have Liam change it to something acceptable. The little fucker thinks he is a comedian.
“I’m all set,” Cassy says with a bright smile.
“All right then, let’s go see what we can do to bring this building back to life.”
We start on the ground floor and go through every floor. Franklin already knows what I want, so he gives his ideas for each area. It will have a traditional feel while integrating innovative technology.
“I figure there is plenty of room for everyone on the first twenty-seven floors,” Franklin says as we finish up the tenth floor. “Your office will be on the twenty-eighth floor, where it is now, along with Liam’s and Corbin’s.”
“And Cassy’s,” I say.
“I can just be at the desk outside your office,” Cassy rushes out.
“That desk is for our admin.”
“I could just work at the other end of the desk.”
God, this woman was something else. Most people would be excited about getting an office on the executive floor. Yet once again, she proves she isn’t like other people. “Franklin, do you have plans for the executive floor?”
He puts his tablet on the desk. I look down to see that the floor plan is all mapped out. I have seen pictures of the floor that Liam took, but I haven’t seen the layout in person.
“As you can see, currently there are six offices on the floor. The layout is choppy, and the offices other than these two are extremely small,” he says, then flips to the next floor plan.
“I researched the original floor plans for this building, and on this floor, there were originally three large offices and one grand office.”
I look down at the plans and see that two of the large offices are on the west end of the floor and are corner offices.
The third office isn’t a corner office, but it is substantially larger than the other two.
It has large windows and a connecting door to the grand office.
This would be perfect. Cassy and I could go to each other’s offices without going into the common area.
“Franklin, I want Liam in this office and this one to be Corbin’s. This office will be Cassy’s.”
I watch as Cassy studies the plans. I see her mind figuring out just how big her office is, and the second she notices the door connecting our offices. Her breath hitches, and a slight shade of pink blossoms across her cheeks. “Mr. Carson.”
“Cassy, remember I told you to call me Edward.”
She closes her eyes, and I watch as her chest rises and stays for a few moments before she lets out a breath. “Edward, the office is too big for just me.”
“Cassy, we will talk about this later. It is getting late, and I want to see the twenty-ninth and thirtieth floors before we go to lunch.”
“I’ve never been up there. The elevator has been locked to those floors for a while now,” Cassy says.
“Yeah, they are. Liam found out the reason why.”
“Why?” she asks.
“Mr. Bower found Chad up there having a party with a bunch of prostitutes. He kicked them all out and locked the elevator and stair access.”
“It doesn’t surprise me. I am sure you realize why the company was in the red?”
“Yes, I am aware,” I answer. It didn’t surprise me. She knew why and couldn’t understand why Chad’s father hadn’t known why. “Alright, let’s go up and look around.”
We make our way to the elevator, and I take the key from my pocket. It is one of the keys Richard left on the desk. The elevator smoothly ascends, and I breathe in Cassy’s scent. I can’t wait until our apartment is filled with her aroma.
We get to the floor and step out.
“Well, I’m glad they haven’t chopped up this floor,” Franklin says, looking around the space.
Cassy’s brow furrows as she looks around. “This looks more like an entryway to apartments?”
“You are right. This floor was designed to have an apartment in each corner,” Franklin explains.
“Wow. If they are as large as I think, they would be in high demand.”
“But they are not for the public. These are executive perks,” I say.
“Oh.”
“Let’s go up to the top and see what we find,” I say as I reach out and grasp her elbow. She looks up at me, and her sweet smile warms me.
When we get to the thirtieth floor, I can’t help but smile. It also had not been remodeled. When we step off the elevator, we are in the grand apartment’s foyer, which occupies the entire floor.
We walk into what was the living room, which faces south and has floor-to-ceiling windows. It is as if time stood still. The last residents of the apartment left the furniture covered in white sheets, with years of dust lying on them.
“We will not have much to do here other than updating the electrical, plumbing, as well as the kitchen and baths,” Franklin says as he walks around taking notes.
“How many bedrooms and baths?”
“Between this floor and the floor above, if nothing has been touched, six bedrooms and eight bathrooms.”
“How long do you expect it will take to make it livable?”
“A few weeks or months at most, if we find nothing major.”
“And the apartments on the twenty-ninth?”
“About the same. I will bring in three crews. There is one crew dedicated to this apartment and another to the one below. The last crew will be the largest, who will reconfigure each floor to represent the original plans as much as possible.”
“Do what it takes to get it done as fast as possible. Money is not an object. I want to move in as soon as possible and get the other offices moved in as well.”
“I figured you would want that, so I have crews on standby and will start tomorrow at 7 a.m.,” Franklin says as he looks at Cassy and back at me. “Cassy, I will meet with you tomorrow to go over the logistics of the remodel.”
“I look forward to it.”
“Franklin, if you will excuse us, Cassy and I need to go over a few things.”
“Sure thing, boss. Call me if you need anything.”
Once Franklin is in the elevator, I pick up the edge of one of the white sheets and pull it back, revealing a small tan couch. “Let’s have a seat here.”
I sit down and pat the spot next to me. She doesn’t hesitate and sits down.
“Should I take notes?” she asks, biting her lip. I know she is confused about what happened earlier.
“No. I want to explain why I did that earlier.”
Her beautiful face blooms a sexy shade of pink, which makes my cock harden. “Oh.”
"When I was a junior in college, I realized I wanted something different when it came to sex. A friend of mine, who was part of a unique community, noticed my curiosity and took me under his wing. It was in that setting that I discovered what I truly wanted and needed. Have you ever heard of BDSM?"
Her eyes widened in surprise, and a rosy blush crept across her cheeks. “I’ve heard of it.”
I watched her intently, trying to gauge just how much she really knew about it. Curiosity gnawed at me, and I had to ask, "What do you know about it?"
She nervously bit her bottom lip, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her skirt. “Well, you see, I went to a secret club with a friend a few years ago. I didn’t know what it was until we were already there.”
“What did you see?”
“There were some demonstrations going on. There were dimly lit rooms where various scenes unfolded. Some were with leather-clad couples engaging in intricate rope work, a gentle yet commanding voice guiding a partner through a series of trust exercises, and the rhythmic crack of a whip punctuating the air.”
I raise an eyebrow, genuinely surprised that she doesn’t seem put off by my admission. “I’m a Dominant. I relish having control over my submissive, but it’s not just about power. However, I crave something different from what other Dominants typically seek.”
Her eyes are curious and attentive as she leans in slightly, her interest piqued. “What do you need?”
A part of me hesitates, wondering if revealing the whole truth might change her willingness to work with me. Yet, in this moment, I’ve already ventured into deeply personal territory. I take a breath and decide to be completely transparent. “I am what is called a Daddy Dom.”