9. Gray
Gray
What follows is the most productive afternoon I’ve had in months.
Granted, I didn’t expect my new EA to speak to my CFO as though he were a small child, but then, that isn’t an inaccurate description of Devan Chase.
He may be a wizard with the finances, but only a small portion of my staff can stand him.
For the remainder of the day, I listen to voices come and go outside my office. Jax has gotten herself situated in record time, faster than any of the other EAs I’ve had working for me.
Honestly, I don’t really need calendar support. I’m a man who likes to arrange his own schedule. My needs and requirements change like the wind, which makes it hard for someone to anticipate my next step.
I’ve reviewed the blueprints for the new club I plan to build, answered several messages from my banker, and replied to my family as briefly and succinctly as possible.
As predicted, my mother has ignored my polite rejection of her friend’s daughter, insisting that she is ‘just the sort of woman I should be with’. Which means she’s the opposite of anyone I would want.
As I’m wrapping up a long email in response to Devan’s attempt to get Jax fired, my desk phone rings and I grab it.
“Mr. Jones?”
“Speaking.”
“This is Pippa Grooman from Sterling House.”
“Ah, Pippa, yes, I was intending to call you.”
“I can only apologize for what took place today, Mr. Jones. That isn’t how our agency behaves and certainly wasn’t sanctioned by me.”
“So, you didn’t instruct her to strut into a board meeting and tell me to hire her?”
“I did not. Nor would I. If you wish to terminate her contract, I totally understand.”
I glance at the door. It’s closed, so I can’t see Jax outside, but something about the thought of firing her before I’ve run my hands over that beautiful body doesn’t sit right with me.
She’s here for a purpose, after all. Might as well take her for a test drive.
“I’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. For now.”
“That’s another reason why I was calling you, Mr. Jones.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“You were very clear in what you wanted when we originally spoke. It’s part of the reason I have held off sending anyone to you for a little while.
You told me you wanted a pliant woman, someone who will follow your requirements to the letter.
I am not sure that Ms. Jenson is the right recruit for the job. ”
“Is that so?”
“You are welcome to try her out and see, of course.”
Oh, I intend to do just that.
“Thanks, Pippa, I appreciate the honesty. I’ll let you know if things don’t work out. But until I’ve sampled the merchandise, it’s hard to know whether a product is right for me, if you get my drift.”
“I understand completely. If anything isn’t to your liking, you have only to ask, and we’ll terminate Ms. Jenson.”
What a cutthroat world we live in.
“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.”
I hang up and rise from my desk, pulling off my jacket as I eye the door. Something is tugging at me that I can’t shake. A need to discipline her, perhaps, or make her bend to my will.
It’s likely futile. I’ve met women like Jax before. She exuded the type of personality that wants to be the dominant one, and Pippa’s right, that isn’t what I’m into.
I want a nice, obedient woman whom I can fuck however I’d like and send her on her way afterwards without a chance of her heart getting broken.
Jax strikes me as someone who’ll break my fingers the second I touch her skin. But what skin. Pale, marble white against that glorious hair. I want to hold onto that hair, tighten my fist in it, while I shove my cock into her and make her scream for me.
Fighting the semi that’s growing in my pants, I walk to the door. She’s busy when I open it, typing at a furious pace, her shoulders leaning forward toward the monitor.
I glance at the desks behind her, amused to see several people eyeing her warily. She seems to have managed to terrify most of the office in a matter of hours, which is quite a feat.
“Jacqueline, could you come into my office, please?” I say, but the speed of her fingers doesn’t slow at all; in fact, it’s as if she hasn’t heard me.
Anger spiking, I take a step out toward her, and finally she looks up, as though I’ve startled her.
“My office,” I bite out. “Now.”
She smirks at me as if she’s got better things to do than be ordered around, and I go back inside, holding onto the handle with a white-knuckled grip, as, eventually, she walks through the door.
Christ, that scent.
It’s like all my favorite perfumes mixed together, and I want to grab her and shove her over a chair right now.
I close the door firmly, sliding the lock into place as she goes to stand in front of my desk. She looks around the room with interest, examining the large sculpture of the dice I had commissioned for it.
“Did you use to run a casino or something?” she asks, and I lean against my desk, watching her hazel eyes moving about the room, taking everything in.
“I used to work at a casino, actually, before I opened up my first nightclub.”
Among other things.
“Lucrative,” she mutters sarcastically, and to my extreme annoyance, the same feeling of amusement rises in my chest.
Insolent little shit.
“How are you liking the job? Because you seem to have pissed off half my staff.”
“Only half? I’m slipping,” she replies dryly.
There’s a causticness to her voice that should rile me, but somehow that flicker of amusement remains as I stare her down.
“Take off your shoes.”
She looks at me, the same defiance in her eyes as I saw in the conference room.
Yeah, this isn’t going to work long term, but at least I’ll have her sit on my dick before she leaves.
After a long pause, she bends down and unwinds the straps from her shapely ankles and steps out of them.
“Bend over my desk,” I say, waiting for her to blush or fidget, but instead she’s utterly still, running her eyes over the surface of the desk, and then she actually shrugs.
“I don’t think so.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not bending over that desk to have you fuck me like some animal.”
“You’re an escort.”
“Yes. Do you not understand the term? You haven’t hired some cheap sex worker outside a strip club. Sterling House is elite; you treat me with respect or not at all.”
I consider calling Pippa and having her fired on the spot, but even as the rage at her gall rises, another emotion takes over.
I need to win. Just once. I need to make her do what I tell her, and then I’ll terminate the contract, and she can go and refuse to fuck some other guy.
“Are you seriously not going to let me touch you?”
“Not right now, no, I barely know you.”
“I don’t think that’s relevant.”
“Which part of your body had that thought, exactly?” she asks, narrowing her eyes.
I push myself off the desk, moving to stand over her as I place my hand against her neck. I don’t put any pressure on it, just holding her still while I stare at her.
“You’re pretty mouthy. Do you even want to keep this job?”
“If you spoke to me like I’m a person, instead of a piece of ass, maybe I would be more polite,” she says, her eyes flashing a warning.
Her skin is incredibly soft, like silk. I want to run my hand through her hair. It’s braided now and I have an absurd urge to yank it loose.
“Alright,” I say. “What will you do? Because I want to get off, and I intend to do so, with or without your help.”
I release her, and she lets out a little gasping breath, the sound doing strange things to my insides as my cock throbs painfully.
“Are you hard?” she asks, without looking down at my crotch.
“What do you think?”
“Then I’ll blow you, just like you asked me to in the conference room. It’s the least I can do, I guess, for embarrassing you like that.”
“You didn’t embarrass me; my staff do as they’re told and keep their mouths shut. That’s something you’re going to learn quickly or you won’t be working here much longer.”
“Go and sit in the chair,” she says, and I stay very still, dragging it out for a full minute just to make sure she’s aware she’s not in charge here, and then I walk over to my desk.
I really want her lips on my dick, or I wouldn’t indulge her at all. I should have kicked her out already. This isn’t what I’m paying for, but somehow I can’t get rid of her. Not yet.
I undo my fly as she approaches me, those long legs utterly exquisite. I want her to straddle me while I shove my cock into her so hard the entire office will hear her scream.
But instead, she gracefully lowers to her knees.
I pull out my dick, stroking it, as she looks it over, licking her lips.
“Like what you see?” I ask, expecting her to say some cheesy line I’ve heard a million times in porn. Instead, she says nothing at all.
I frown at her, unsure whether she is being genuine or fucking with me. This is the weirdest encounter I’ve ever experienced with a woman who’s supposed to be paid for sex. It’s like she’s trying to provoke me.
My anger spikes again, and I place my hands on either side of her head. She sucks in a little breath but doesn’t pull away.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth, and you’re going to take everything I give you, is that clear?”
Her pupils betray her, the shape of them blowing wide. She nods, as best she can, my hands keeping her head still.
Jax opens her mouth, and I pull her down onto my dick. I plan to go slow at first, working my way up to slamming it down her throat like I want, but she takes me completely by surprise and deep throats me on the first try. I can’t figure this woman out.
My mouth goes slack as her throat squeezes the tip of my dick, and then she starts licking along the vein, sucking on it like she can’t get enough.
My hands loosen, pleasure zipping through me so fast that for a horrible moment I think I’m gonna come in ten seconds flat.
Holy shit, no woman has ever done that before.
An involuntary groan falls out of my mouth as she continues, diving down onto the entire length, and I shudder as she half chokes on it without pausing for breath.
“Fuck that’s good.”
I place my hands on her head again, beginning to shove my hips into her mouth, rougher and deeper than I’ve ever gone with any other woman. It’s fucking fantastic.
I pull free, and she looks up at me, a flash of uncertainty in her gaze. Letting my cock pull entirely out of her mouth, I replace it with two of my fingers.
“I want you to choke on them,” I say, resting them gently against her tongue as I meet her gaze. “Nod once if you agree.”
She nods, and I push my fingers all the way to the back of her throat. She chokes on them, making sounds that drive me crazy, and my plan to tease her with my fingers evaporates.
I have to have her suck me again, and I slowly stand up, keeping my hands in her hair. She looks up at me, that perfect mouth waiting, and I gently push my dick back inside the wet heat of it.
Slowly, I begin to fuck her mouth, gauging her reaction, not wanting to hurt her. Her hands come up to grip my thighs, and the bite of her nails through my pants makes me come explosively, spectacularly down her throat.
That was the best blow job I’ve ever had.
Catching my breath, I barely register that she’s already standing up, brief and perfunctory, wiping a finger over the corner of her mouth and giving me a little smirk before she turns and walks out.
And now all my plans are out the window. I can’t fire her, not until I’ve fucked her at least once.