Chapter 16
Chester
I poured my morning coffee in my I Love NY mug.
It was the least clean and modern thing about my apartment, but it had been in my cabinet for years.
It was the first thing I bought after purchasing this penthouse apartment, a juxtaposition I found humorous at the time as I handed a five-dollar bill to the merchant down on the corner.
It was true. I loved this city. I was loving it even more lately, now that I had successfully merged with the non-profit that was giving me a sparkling reputation. And behind the scenes…
Well, behind the scenes, there was Juliet who made work so much more fun.
I already enjoyed work as it was. Having that power as CEO, making business moves that were risky, but paid off, earning millions while doing it.
But now, with her as my personal assistant, I had more of a spring in my step when going to work.
She had been working directly for me for the past several weeks.
The sexual tension between us was palpable.
I could practically taste it. We hadn’t crossed any lines.
At least, not again. Not since the night she came home with me after Will’s show, leaving an impression on practically every surface of my apartment.
I could see her everywhere, like sex with her was haunting my place. A welcome ghost.
Though we hadn’t crossed any lines, it wasn’t like I hadn’t thought about it.
She made it easy with the way she looked at me or the small smile that would sometimes cross her lips, like she was keeping a secret.
Every day was like a case study for me. How horny could I get before I did anything about it?
How much did it take until I had to release by throwing her against my office wall and devouring her whole?
I swear she was testing me, too. On more than one occasion, I was convinced she had taken off her bra before coming to bring papers to my office.
It was always on a day when she had a light blouse on.
White, pink, cream. The perfect colors to accentuate her full breasts and the outline of her peaked nipples.
I had my fun with it by turning my thermostat lower than normal.
Sure, I was freezing, but the sight of her nipples pointed straight at me was worth it.
Not to mention the time she wore ass-tight trousers that hugged her in all the right places, her lace thong peaked out above the waistband.
I wanted to sink my teeth into it, before ripping it off her creamy skin.
She knew exactly what she was doing in the way my cock pressed against my pants, making for more than one awkward stroll around the office or conversation with an associate. I swore I was losing my mind.
I took a sip of coffee, black and strong, holding back a smile as I wondered just what she would have in store for me today.
Another sheer blouse? A short skirt? A biting of the lip?
She really didn’t have to do much for me to want to bend her over and fuck her.
We were treading a very dangerous line. The red tape of it all made it exciting, but also nagged the back of my mind about us getting caught if we gave into temptation.
I downed the rest of my coffee and placed the white mug in the sink, the red heart staring up at me before I turned toward the elevators.
I texted my driver to let him know I was on my way down to the garage.
The drive to work was spent getting my thoughts back in order, even though I kept remembering being on my knees, tasting the sweetness between Juliet’s legs.
When I arrived at the office, Juliet was waiting with her usual fuck-me smirk across her lips that were coated in a clear gloss today, making them even more pouty.
“Good morning,” she said, handing me an iPad with my calendar pulled up.
“Morning.” I nodded, noting the low neckline of her white blouse as we walked into my office and she rattled off the different meetings I had for the day.
As if I could hear anything she was saying while I investigated if she had a bra on or not.
How the hell were her breasts staying in that blouse?
It was the sort of physics question I wanted to spend time studying.
“Chester,” she said, looking up at me as we entered my office.
“Hmm?” I asked, bringing my eyes up to meet hers for the first time since I arrived.
“Your meeting…with Mr. Craddock…”
Craddock. I knew that name.
“When is it?” I asked, walking toward my desk as Juliet closed the door behind her with a click.
“Over lunch today.”
“Right, right…” I nodded, desperately trying to bring my focus back to business.
Mr. Craddock was a titan, with a business very similar to mine. Though not quite at billionaire status, he was well on his way. Word in the business world was he wanted to merge to create a powerful near-monopoly in the industry. Surely, that was what today’s meeting was about.
“You seem distracted…” she said, tilting her head to the side as I sat behind my desk, the morning view of Manhattan at my back.
“I wonder why,” I scoffed.
“What?” she asked, arching a blonde brow.
“Nothing.” I waved her off.
She nodded.
“He will be here at twelve. I have an hour carved out for the meeting because you have a conference call at one-fifteen.”
“Right. Okay,” I replied, looking at the day’s schedule, which was jam-packed. As busy as it was, Juliet was an expert in timing, always giving me time to regroup between meetings. As sexy as she was, she wasn’t just eye candy. She was sharp.
“Let me know if you need anything,” she said, turning toward the door to leave.
My eyes immediately fell to her ass. The length of her skirt was inches shorter than anything she had ever worn before, the brown plaid fabric reminding me of a school girl.
My thoughts of business and sex began to run together like watery paint.
This woman was going to be the death of me.
Suddenly, a mischievous idea came to me.
“Juliet,” I said, causing her to turn in the doorway.
“Yes, Mr. Brandfield?” she asked.
I realized then she hadn’t said my first name again since she had screamed it in my bed.
“Will you take your lunch break here today?” I asked.
“Sure. Do you need me to take notes during your meeting?” she asked in surprise.
I realized it was the first time I had asked her to join me for a meeting in the time she had worked here. Typically, all my personal assistants were with me for meetings and conference calls, but I had been keeping Juliet at a comfortable arm’s length for fear of being entirely distracted.
“Not exactly…” I said with a coy smile.
“Okaaay…” she said hesitantly, a curious smile touching her lips as her blue eyes studied me for answers.
“I thought I would order in from that lunch spot on the corner…” I started. “And you could serve it during the meeting.”
“Serve it?” she asked slowly, as if processing my request.
“I’ll have the order delivered to your office,” I said with a nod.
“You want me to play waitress?” she asked, a sharpness to her voice. I wondered if I had insulted her.
“I’ll give you the rest of the day off if you do it.” I shrugged, a smile tugging at the side of my mouth.
She seemed to think about it for a moment before laughing softly.
“Is this some sort of power play, Mr. Brandfield?” she asked, a playful look in her eyes.
“Maybe.”
“Some sort of role-playing thing?” She leaned back against the door and crossed her arms, her breasts pushing together with the movement.
“If that’s what you want to call it…” I answered, my eyes dipping to where her cleavage was dangerously close to pulling free from the white fabric of her blouse.
“Interesting. Do you want me to be naked, too?” she asked, raising a brow as her blue eyes turned to ice and her gaze narrowed on me.
I swallowed hard. “Is that an option?”
Color flushed over Juliet’s cheeks, turning them cherry red. “Maybe,” she whispered.
With that, she turned and opened the door, slipping out of it with a sway of her hips that almost had me on my knees begging to bury my face between her legs.
It would be easy with that skirt. She closed the door behind her, leaving me with my fantasies.
This was a dangerous game, and I wasn’t helping my case with my sudden idea.
I wondered what else she would be game for.
The next several hours seemed to drag on with paperwork and video calls, with few drop-ins from Juliet.
Once, she came in with my second coffee of the day.
A cappuccino from the café downstairs. She smirked at me as she set it on my desk while I was in the middle of a video call, my attention momentarily taken from the older gentleman on the screen talking stock options.
I smiled up at her, as she gave me a taste of what was to come later at lunch.
The second time she came in to shoo away a pesky junior assistant who had found his way in my office with too many questions and a nasally voice that was enough to get him fired on the spot.
Juliet ushered him away, and with the way his eyes caught on her chest, he didn’t seem all that disappointed.
If he weren’t an idiot, I would feel slightly jealous that his eyes were where only mine should be.
At 11:55, there was a knock at my door and Mr. Craddock walked in wearing a sharp suit, with an even sharper look in his eye.
I could tell he was a straight shooter and was one to get down to business quickly.
I appreciated his punctuality and straightforwardness as he strode into my office with a firm handshake waiting.
I had already ordered food from the nearby lunch spot.
A platter of deli sandwiches of various kinds.
Vegetable, Rueben, roast beef, turkey club, with an array of condiments and sides.
I wanted to make sure he had options. And that Juliet had her work cut out for her.
If she was going to play along with this whole waitress thing, she at least had to work for it a little bit.
“Mr. Craddock. Thank you for taking our meeting in office today,” I said, shaking his hand slightly firmer than he grasped mine. I wanted him to know I was in control here.
“Wanted to be on your playing field, eh?” He eyed me carefully before sitting across from me in the leather wingback chair that faced the view that was most likely better than his own.
“Something like that,” I said. “But also, to give you a sense of how things are run here at Brandfield Enterprises. A company I know you want to get into bed with.”
“That’s a bold assumption,” he said, leaning back in his chair and bringing his fingers together on his lap.
“Or an informed one,” I said with a cool smile.
I could see that we were both proud men and that an icebreaker would be needed.
Thankfully, she just walked in holding a large tray of food, and balancing another smaller tray with drinks.
I was surprised by the way she walked with ease, not only keeping everything upright, but also keeping her breasts from escaping her blouse.
“I have your lunch, Mr. Brandfield,” she said, voice oozing with sweetness.
She set the trays down on my desk, and began setting out plates for Mr. Craddock and me.
I could see him shift in his seat, curiously watching Juliet as she moved.
She was most definitely putting on a show and he was fully entranced.
I sat back, entertained by this fact, and began enjoying the display myself.
Juliet definitely didn’t have a bra on. Her blouse dipped too low for that and the cooler temperature in my office had her nipples straining through the tight white fabric.
As she rounded my side of the desk to set out the condiments, her skirt inched up as she bent over the desk slightly.
It slid up the back of her thighs and I caught a glimpse of the bottom of her perfect ass underneath.
Holy fuck.
I didn’t think she was wearing anything underneath. I had to hold myself back from sliding my hand up to find out.
“I have mayo, various mustards, and a delicious garlic aioli,” she said, really selling the condiments.
I cleared my throat. “Thank you, Juliet,” I said. “Juliet here is my assistant, Mr. Craddock.”
“Um, yes. Right. Nice to meet you,” he said, his eyes snapping up to hers as his face reddened.
“Will you be needing anything else?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips as she looked between us.
“That will be all,” I said, thinking of all the things I would actually like from her.
Needed from her.
“Enjoy,” she said, turning for the door. As she slipped out and closed it behind her, she gave me a little wave through the window, clearly satisfied with my undoing.
As Mr. Craddock served himself a sandwich and chips, I quickly texted Juliet.
Me: How many items of clothing did you have on just now?
Juliet: Including a pair of shoes? Three.
How the hell was I supposed to get through this meeting?