Chapter Fifteen
Maron
"Follow me, Miss Williams," I command Mindy brusquely.
My cock is rock-hard, seeing her perky tits through that pink robe. I know she's not wearing anything underneath. She stands before me looking flushed, her clothes clutched tightly in a bundle in her hands.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
My dick throbs and my mouth waters at the thought of tasting the sweetness between her legs. I've spent countless nights jerking off to her nudes and her video, and now, now that she's right here in front of me, all I can think about is experiencing the real thing. The desire to taste her, tease her, and then fuck her until she screams like she does in that video consumes my every thought.
No, I don't want pictures of Mindy Williams. I have no interest in having digital data of her. I want her. Her body. Her personality. To have her completely to myself, in the flesh and blood.
I know she wants me too. She’s trying to hide it, but her body betrays her. I didn’t fail to notice how she looked at me earlier. I don’t fail to notice how she looks at me now. Even on stage, as she was removing her clothes, it’s like she was stripping for me, and me only. The image of her standing naked behind that microphone stand sends jolts of electricity through me, pumping even more blood into my cock.
"Why would I follow you?" she shoots back with sarcastic defiance in her tone. Her eyes, however, dart down to the planes of my chest briefly before snapping back up. A spark of something flares there, just for a fleeting second. She instinctively wraps her arms around herself, seemingly self-conscious despite having just been on full display. "We are past working hours," she continues, voice a touch breathless, "And you are not my boss anymore."
"I’d like to talk with you in private," I tell her flatly, keeping my expression impassive. I then turn on my heels, and lead the way down the dimly lit corridor, towards the back hallway.
Despite her initial defiance, she quietly follows me.
We walk across the corridor in silence, until we reach the ornately carved door leading to a lavishly appointed private room. Plush velvet booths line the mirrored walls, affording an intimately indulgent setting. I’m the first to get in, moving to the wet bar to pour two generous glasses of top-shelf whiskey. When I turn back, Mindy is still standing in the doorway. She hasn't moved into the room, instead, she is eyeing me warily.
"Have a drink, Miss Williams," I cajole, holding out one of the tumblers invitingly. "You've had quite an evening tonight. This will take the edge off."
She hesitates for a moment before slowly crossing the room towards me. She reaches out, and her eyes meet mine once again. Our fingers brush ever so slightly as she accepts the offered glass.
"What are we doing here, Mr. Korolev?" Mindy asks after taking a sip of her drink, forcing confidence into her voice.
"I just happen to be one of the VIP guests tonight,” I arch an eyebrow, holding her gaze intensely. "And the way I see it, this is a chance for us to get reacquainted."
She frowns. "Reacquainted?”
I ignore her question, and gesture around the opulent room with a lazy sweep of my arm,"Please, take a seat."
As she does, I also settle onto one of the semicircular benches, splaying my legs in a posture of casual dominance. I take a moment of silence and allow it to stretch between us before I speak again. "Look, Miss Williams,” I begin. “I think it would be quite rude for an employer to not check in on his employee after such an... eventful evening."
"Ex-employer, you mean," she retorts, a hint of her earlier defiance returning as she frowns at me over the rim of her glass.
I furrow my brow in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"We both know what I'm talking about, Mr. Korolev. You fired me from your company just this morning."
I stare at her, keeping my expression impassive. "I can assure you, I did no such thing, Miss Williams."
It’s her turn to furrow her brows. If anything, her expression is making my cock even harder. Blyad. If this continues, it will tear through the fabric of my pants.
“I must have misunderstood something, then,” she says. “If I wasn’t fired, why was my access card blocked? And why did I receive an email to terminate my work contract with immediate effect?”
"Oh, I see.” I look her in the eye. “If that happened, it means Human Resources are doing their job as they should. We can’t have our chief accountant’s nudes roaming around on our company servers."
She blushes and stares at the floor in embarrassment. “Right. The photos.”
I nod. “Yes. The photos. What did you expect?”
My words are followed by yet another long silence. I take a swig of my whiskey and cross one leg over the other, giving her a minute to gather her bearings.
Eventually, it is Mindy who speaks. "Look, Mr. Korolev, I'm sorry,” She whispers, flustered. "I truly am. I made a mistake … I accidentally sent them to the wrong address and-”
"Addresses," I correct her with relish. "Many of our executives were being served the privilege to enjoy your exhibition, Miss Williams."
"I… I know,” she bites out, looking at the floor as if there was something interesting there. "It was the stupidest mistake ever, it really was. And as I said, I really am sorry."
"You're lucky you got away with an email from HR and your card being blocked, Miss Williams. Employees who flagrantly disrespect company policy don’t get off so easily." Her shuddering inhalation is like a balm to the darker parts of my psyche that revel in the game of power and dominance. Good. Let her feel a little off-balance, vulnerable before me.
But Mindy Williams is not a woman who is easily intimidated. She lifts her chin and turns her face towards mine. The air is electric between us, charged with a raw energy that sends my pulse racing all over again.
Holy fuck, she’s beautiful.
“So, what now, Mr. Korolev? You’ve seen my photos, and you’ve seen me perform on stage… without my clothes on. Are you going to blackmail me?” There is challenge in her tone. She straightens her back and pulls the robe covering her breasts tighter. It only makes her puckering nipples more visible through the thin fabric. My cock throbs in response.
Jesus Christ, I’m going to lose it if she keeps this up.
I rise from my seat in one fluid motion, slowly stalking towards where she is sitting with her arms wrapped defensively around her. When I'm mere inches away from her, I lean in so my next words are practically murmured against her ears.
“I wish to re-negotiate your work contract.”
This catches her off guard. A sharp gasp escapes her lips as she looks up to face me. Her eyes, wide and startled like a deer caught in headlights, flicker down to my lips for a fleeting second before darting back up. There’s a mix of fire and uncertainty in her expression as if she’s fighting an internal battle with herself. Our eyes remain locked and I swear her nipples become even more erect under her robe, straining visibly against the thin fabric.
"What are you talking about?" Mindy whispers, her voice hoarse. Her lips are inches away from mine, but for whatever reason, she doesn’t move away.
"Let's call it... a reassignment,” I say without breaking eye contact. “You were never officially terminated, Miss Williams, because I haven't agreed to it yet. It's an automatic email sent from HR. When the AI bot recognizes a severe violation of company policy, it sends out the email. Nobody has seen your photos and your video. Nobody, except me, of course."
Her mouth falls open slightly as she gapes at me, realization visibly dawning. "You... you let me think I was fired? This whole day, the struggle, having to take this degrading gig just for money..." Her eyes suddenly blaze with a fire that makes my groin stir appreciatively.
"As I said, HR was just doing their job," I answer vaguely. I pause, considering my next words carefully. The truth is, I wanted to see how she'd react. Would she crumble under pressure or rise to the challenge? Letting her believe she was fired was a test - one she'd passed with flying colors. Her resilience, her determination to survive even in difficult circumstances, it all confirms what I already suspected about her: Mindy Williams is a fighter. A survivor. Exactly the kind of woman I need by my side.
But she doesn’t need to know that. Not yet. "But nevermind that,” I continue. “My point is, you are still very much under the employment of Global Media... and its CEO. If you want it, of course."
I allow a meaningful pause to stretch between us, letting her mind whir as she processes what I just said.
"I have to think about it," she says, the challenge back in her tone. "And even if I continue working for you, I’m going to take more singing gigs on the side. I need the money right now, and I can’t afford to rely on Global Media alone. Especially after what happened this morning.”
I lean close to her and whisper into her mouth. "There's just one problem, Miss Williams. I'm not happy for other men to see you naked."
“Who says I’ll be naked?” She whispers in a voice that almost makes my dick erupt in my pants. She is fucking intoxicating. Even more so than I remembered. A fucking sex-goddess with lips that taste like ripe fruits, ready to be savored and devoured. She keeps her eyes locked with mine, without moving back an inch, and I can’t fucking take it anymore.
"I do," I murmur. "Just not the way you think."