Epilogue
Six months later
“No peeking.” Stratos checked that Savannah’s eyes were closed.
“I’m not!”
The propulsion lift rose to the tenth floor and stopped. Keeping hold of her arm, he guided her down the hall. He couldn’t stop grinning; he was so excited for the big reveal. He halted beside a door. “Okay!”
Her eyes flew open. “ATMOS SPHERE. Innovative business solutions,” she read from the large sign over the door. “It’s done? The office is finished? I thought we were weeks out!” She squealed and hugged him. “Show me the inside.”
She’d been the one to suggest naming the company after his father.
Since quitting OberTech six months ago, he had seven new designs in various stages of development, one of them almost production-ready, and had lined up a manufacturing facility.
Recruitment for a sales and marketing rep would begin soon.
With so much happening so quickly, they’d needed a real office.
They’d been fortunate to acquire space in a modest high-rise not too far from the penthouse.
Kyra was their first hire. Dissatisfied with the situation at OberTech, she’d been more than happy to join Atmos Sphere as VP of Design Development.
At this point, it was mostly an honorary title, as initially she’d be designing, not managing a staff, but expansion would come, and she loved designing as much as he did.
He felt no remorse about poaching from his mother’s company.
There were a few other employees he had his eyes on.
Hadron, the VP of Marketing was a pain in the ass, but the man excelled at his job.
They entered the office, and Savannah squealed. “It’s beautiful! Better than I envisioned.”
They’d combined two office suites into one, configuring the space to suit their requirements.
“I’m so glad we still have a view!” A wide window ran the width of the suite, providing natural light and a view of the architecturally interesting buildings across the street.
When he got sucked into a new design, the view faded away, but windows had been at the top of his wish list because he knew Savannah liked to see out.
Her work station, a huge console, sat in front of the window.
“A kaffii machine!” She moved into the kitchenette. Grinning, she said, “I’ll bet it didn’t take six requisitions and a backdoor deal to get, either!”
“No, it was pretty easy. Kaffii for me, and for you…” He pointed out a machine she hadn’t noticed yet.
“Coffee! Real coffee!” She hugged him. “You think of everything. Thank you.”
As in the penthouse, the transparent interior office walls could be darkened, but right now, they were clear, allowing an unimpeded view of the entire suite.
The area on the left had been divided into a general conference room and his office with a private restroom.
The area on the right contained six offices for future personnel, a supply room, and another restroom.
The space should accommodate them for several years, and if they outgrew it sooner, well, that was a good problem to have.
She eyed the glass interior walls. “When Kyra starts in two weeks, we’ll need to darken these walls.”
“Of course.”
“Does your mother know she’s leaving?”
“I assume she does. Kyra would have told her.”
“Frysta will have a hard time, losing her vice president of Research and Development and the VP of Personnel.”
“Not my problem.”
“You’re sure you don’t want to go back—”
“Positive.”
Last month, his sister had been convicted of kidnapping and conspiracy to commit kidnapping. The thugs she’d hired to abduct Savannah had turned on her, cutting a deal for a reduced sentence in exchange for their testimony.
Frysta lost her two best designers, him and Kyra. With Corona in prison, she had no one to succeed her as CEO. And once Atmos Sphere revved up and started providing real competition? OberTech was doomed, and Frysta knew it. In desperation, she’d offered to step down and make him CEO.
“Thanks, but no thanks.” He’d turned it down.
Savannah trailed her fingers over her console. “Are the electronics operational?”
“Should be,” he said. “Let’s test it. Have a seat.”
She sat at her desk then swiped her hand over the controller. A vertical hologram dashboard appeared.
“Stay right there,” he said.
Entering his office, he took his seat. “Savannah, bring me a cup of kaffii!” barked out an order via hologram.
“Right away, Stratos,” she said crisply.
He hadn’t expected her to actually make the kaffii, but she moved to the beverage station, hips swaying under her ass-hugging skirt.
Her mode of dress had changed since working at home. She wore skirts and dresses more than pants, donning heels that called attention to her ass. Her blouses fit a little snugger and often dipped low in the front.
Out of necessity, her fashion choices were often Oberian; it was easier to shop here than ship anything from Earth, but she continued to favor Earth undergarments, which he wholeheartedly applauded.
Oberia offered nothing like the lacy-design marvels that lifted her breasts and enhanced cleavage.
Her lacy panties were as skimpy as her bras, and it drove him crazy guessing if she wore them or not.
It was a game she played—guess what’s under my skirt.
In truth, due to the distraction of having a very sexy and sexual wife, he would probably get more work done if he had a different assistant, but he wouldn’t enjoy his work nearly as much.
Flek, he was getting hard.
Kaffii in hand, she sashayed into his office and leaned over to place the cup on the console, giving him an eyeful of cleavage. The neckline dipped so low, if she took a deep breath, she could pop out of the bodice. He hoped.
“I expect promptness, Ms. Mays. You took your sweet time!” he scolded.
“My apologies. I’ll try to do better,” she replied with mock contriteness.
She was still leaning over, and her nipples, beaded under the fabric, pointed at his mouth.
“Excuse me, Mr. Stratos, but my eyes are up here,” she said primly and motioned to her face.
“But my mouth is here.” He undid the top two fastenings on the vest, freed her breasts from lacy bondage, and drew a nipple into his mouth. She arched, encouraging him to suck harder. Rolling the red, turgid nip between his fingers, he sucked on the other one as she squirmed and moaned.
“Really, Mr. Stratos, this is highly”—she gasped—“improper. If this continues, I’ll have no choice but to report you to the Personnel Department.”
He stifled a chuckle. She was the Personnel Department in the interim.
“Really?” He got to his feet, spun her around, and bent her over the console, knocking the kaffii to the floor.
Fortunately, they had a robo for those mishaps.
He yanked up her skirt and found her bare and drenched.
He loved how she was always wet and ready for him.
She was very efficient that way. He dragged a finger through her moisture.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to report your inappropriate dress to Personnel.
” He freed his erection. “Do you always forgo underwear when you come to work?”
“My boss will confiscate them anyway,” she gasped as he dragged his cockhead along her slit.
Married five months, she continued to demand the return of that first pair of panties; he still refused to hand them over. It had become a game. He suspected she didn’t really want them. If not for the fact other people might see them, he’d have them framed and displayed in his office.
He pushed into her tight, hot channel. He’d been looking forward to christening their new office all week.
She gasped. “You’re a hard man to work for, but I do enjoy the office perks.”
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