Chapter Five
NOVAK
It’s been raining all morning. The sort of stormy weather that reminds me of childhood, and of wasted hours spent indoors during the summer vacation.
The rising wind had tree branches whipping across the skyline as I drove to Wilson, Simmons WS there’s some first-class moral turpitude there alright.
“Anyway,” I continue. “I’m getting the sense that this meeting isn’t strictly business.”
I’m going to put a stop to whatever’s running through her mind before it catches any traction. I won’t divert any of my attention to Donna when I’ve got the perfect toy at home. I’m here to work, no more, no less. Love it or hate it, it pays the bills and lets me live a life of luxury.
“What gives you that idea?” She nibbles her lower lip.
“I’m a bit of a Sherlock Holmes.“ I stare down her skirt, right between her parted legs, and give a nod.
Donna snickers. “Well done, Mr. Holmes. Now, I don’t suppose you’d be interested in hearing what your prize is…”
No, I don’t think I want to, but I can’t say that to my boss’s daughter. At least, not directly.
Donna slides a slender finger between her legs, grazing the outside of the satin green underwear.
“Let me take you to dinner,” she says.
“Isn’t it usually a man’s duty to ask a woman out?” I stall for time. I don’t want this. She’s my age, pretty, and has a strong sense of herself, that much is for sure. But a relationship of any sort, seems detrimental to my future.
The arrangement Tess Murrow and I share is enough as it is. We bang. That’s it. Somehow, I find her enough of a distraction not to add any more chaos to my life. Relationships bring baggage and drama into a man’s world. I will have none of it.
“Old, garish tradition.” She waves it off. “We’re in the twenty-first century, Novak. It’s time to start living in the times.”
“I like myself, like my favorite drink. A single block of ice and an Old Fashioned.”
She giggles at my joke. “That’s cute. At least now I know what to order.” A wink accompanies her words.
She’s not getting the message. If I had any doubt in my mind about it, her finger sliding between her legs for my viewing pleasure would’ve quelled the notion.
“Donna, this is a poor idea. What would your father think?” I ask.
Her face turns sour. “What’s it got to do with him?”
“I am an employee.” I’m trying to settle it amicably. If it were anyone else, I’d send them packing without a second thought. But old man Deloya won’t take kindly to me breaking his little girl’s heart.
“Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun,” she huffs.
“Yes, it does. My career is more important than a roll in the corporate hay,” my voice is stern, serious, and deliberate.
Donna doesn’t speak. She shuts her legs, snatches the folder off the desk and leaps to her feet. Her lip quivers with words she’s eager to spew, but she holds back.
She leaves without another word.
I should’ve known the horrible weather was a bad omen of something.
The brief exchange Donna and I just shared reminded me of the simplicity of my relationship with Tess.
Sure, it doesn’t make sense. We can’t stand one another when we’re together, but the sex is incredible.
She has a direct line to my pleasure points, and I have one to hers.
The only reason I still live at home is so I can take her whenever I want.
And now we’ve got the house to ourselves for an entire week. No one to break up our fun. If she starts an argument, I can shut her up with my cock.
I get a tingling throb in my groin at the thought of it. One week of uninterrupted pleasure awaits us.
I whip out my phone and scroll to Tess’s number. I’d better remind her that the storm outside is nothing compared to the onslaught that’s about to rain down on her.
Because she’s mine, and there isn’t a thing in this world that’s going to stop me.