7. Derek
CHAPTER 7
DEREK
M iss Ana Flores unclips her seatbelt and turns to face me, giving me a prime view of her tits in the tight pink blouse she’s wearing. “What are we doing here? What is this about?”
I take a long moment to admire her assets before responding. “I’m going to convince you to work for us.”
“I’ve already said no. You do understand that no means no, right?”
“Miss Flores, there’s only one area in my life where I take no for an answer, and you didn’t say no to that.”
“Fair point,” she mumbles, her eyes dropping to her lap for a moment before returning to me. “Look, I know you have a staffing problem, but surely you have other applicants for the HR position. Why did you hunt me down? ”
“I didn’t ‘hunt you down,’ I simply looked at the resume you submitted when you applied for the job.”
Her hair is pulled back, like it was when I first saw her yesterday. She brushes her hand over one side of it, smoothing down stray pieces. “There’s also a phone number on my resume. You could have called or even sent an email.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” I slide a hand over her knee, then up to her thigh, nudging the bottom of her skirt. What I’m doing might get in the way of my main objective to hire her, but I can’t resist. I know what her skin feels like, and I need to touch it again.
Her chest, which had been rising and falling in a steady rhythm, stills for a moment when I make contact. “Are you here to ask me to work for you, or to seduce me, Mr. Brooks?”
Easy question. “Both.” My hand slides further up her thigh.
She stills its progress with her own hand, but she doesn’t push me away. “I can’t work for you after what happened. It’s not possible.”
I curl my fingers around the soft skin at the inside of her thigh and press lightly as my hand works its way toward her center. She parts her legs for me and a quiet gasp escapes her lips when I strum my fingers over the silky fabric of her panties.
I stroke her there until a damp spot forms and her breathing grows shallow, then I slip my hand inside her underwear and sink a finger into her wet heat.
Ana meets my eyes, and looks both shocked and desperate as I start to fuck her with first one finger, then two. She reaches out to the dash to steady herself when I press the heel of my hand to her clit, grind against it, and make her whimper.
She’s something special, that’s for sure. When I first laid eyes on her yesterday, I thought she was gorgeous. When she started talking, she showed us how smart she is. Then, she showed us how daring, receptive, and …flexible she is.
Jansen and I have shared a couple of women before, but never in a work setting. Cars aren’t usually my style either, but they are when Ana Flores is involved.
“Oh god, oh Derek.” Her head has fallen back against the seat, and her nipples are so hard they’re poking against her shirt. When I lean in and run my teeth over one of those enticing points, Ana bites back her cry, but it turns into a series of moans as her pussy starts to throb around my fingers.
I take her through her orgasm, loving how she looks and feels, and wishing it was my cock inside her instead. It will be, soon enough.
When her pleasure recedes, she’s flushed and dazed. I slowly slip out of her and bring one of my wet fingers to her bottom lip, where I press until she opens for me. She blinks back surprise, then holds eye contact as she sucks my finger clean. When she’s finished, she drags her teeth along my skin, then gives me a bite.
I come very close to flipping her around in her seat and burying my cock inside her wet pussy, but it wouldn’t benefit Community Bean for one of its CEOs to get arrested for public indecency.
“So when can you start?” I ask as I pull my finger free. “I assume you’ll need to give two weeks’ notice.”
Her nostrils flare and she pushes her shoulders back, which only serves to draw my eye to her chest once more. “I never said I was going to work for you. You think you can just give me an amazing orgasm and I’ll do whatever you want?” As I stare back at her, she continues. “Do all of your and Mr. Bennett’s job interviews lead to sex?”
“Of course not. Do yours?”
“Of course not!”
“Good. We’re on the same page.” With no forethought, I reach over and slip my hand under the waistband of her skirt to find the strap of her panties. Then I push aside the neckline of her blouse so I can see her bra. “You’re wearing sexy lingerie again. Did you think I’d be coming to see you?”
“What? ”
“I assume you wore sexy underwear to the interview because of us.”
Her eyes are wide with disbelief. “I’d never met you!” When I shrug, she says, “You thought I was trying to seduce you during the interview?”
“That’s what you did.”
Now her eyes narrow on me and her cheeks go red. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
Again, I shrug, if only because I’m enjoying getting her fired up. “That’s how I remember it.”
“I remember your partner telling me to unbutton my blouse.” She’s angry now, and exasperated, and maybe a little embarrassed, probably remembering the comments she made just before Jansen told her to take her clothes off.
I was ninety-nine percent sure that she didn’t come to our office with any motive yesterday, and her reaction now proves my assumption. She wears incredibly sexy undergarments, though, and I’m also going to assume they’re not for the benefit of a boyfriend, because I can tell she’s not the type of woman to cheat.
“We’ll have to agree to disagree,” I say. “What will it take to get you to work for us?”
She leans back toward the passenger door, studying me with her sparkling brown eyes. “Why do you want me to work for you so badly? If I were to take the job—and I’m definitely not saying I would— but if I did, we wouldn’t ever be doing this—” She gestures to her lap where I know her pussy is still clenching for me, wanting more. “—ever again.”
Yeah, I don’t believe that, but I’ll let her think what she wants.