Captured by the Randy CEO

Silent Treatment

"You'll be my date."

The statement rang again in her head as she sat on her chair.

The party was sure to draw a little amount of people. But people who were of high class. Leah Ferguson. She was the present CEO of the JF and Co Suites. It boasted one of the best and most beautiful suites and hotels in America, surpassed only by Hamilton and Hilton hotels.

Since it was a party for the cream of society, the newspaper houses would surely send people to take pictures of it. And she would be there, arm in arm with Alan and the press would want to know if she was just a personal assistant or something more.

She got back to work and tried to keep her mind away from what would happen that evening.

When it was nearly time for the meeting, she took her bag and knocked on his door. When he told her to come me in, her body tingled against her will as she remembered the naughty words he had whispered in her ears when he was inside of her.

She cleared her throat, straightened the nonexistent wrinkles on her clothes, pulled her skirt a little way down and stepped in.

"It's less than an hour to our meeting with the representatives from Wayne's Gate," she said.

A nod and a low grunt was all she got as a response.

"Sir, it is..." she tried to remind him again after standing there for almost five minutes without any response. She swallowed the rest of her words as he bawled at her.

"Do you think I'm deaf?" he barked.

She apologised and waited for him to be done with whatever it was he was doing.

When he was finally done, he stood up and took his briefcase and when she made to collect it from him, he raised a restraining finger.

She was surprised by his actions. But the next surprise was even worse.

Since she knew he preferred her driving with him, she didn't bother bringing her car and instead caught a taxi to work.

But she was shocked when Alan got in the car and told the driver to drive off without her.

She didn't have enough time to wonder at his attitude. The only thing that mattered was for her to be with him in the meeting. She whipped her phone and searched frantically for an Uber. None was available. She trekked the five minutes to the bus stop and boarded the only available bus.

"Miss McAlister, any reasonable reason why

just joining us?" Alan asked with an icy tone as she entered the conference room, panting.

Christine suppressed an eye roll. Like he had not just abandoned her in front of the company.

"I'm sorry for coming late, sir," she apologised quickly. Giving an excuse would just ruin everything.

Then she took her seat, ignoring the questioning looks of the other self-righteous people in the room. She knew what they were thinking. They were thinking she was always like this, and was not a good personal assistant to her boss.

........

The meeting ended abruptly as Alan met a stalemate with the sales representatives. He wasn't satisfied with their offer and they were not willing to raise the bar.

As everyone trooped out of the room one after another, Christine went to Alan and picked his case from the table. Thankfully, he didn't stop her.

Their next stop was the Chinese restaurant where they would be meeting with Mr Jao, the Chinese expatriate. Christine was not good with chopsticks and she didn't want to be an embarrassment so she decided she would not go with him.

When they got out, she opened his car door, put his briefcase in and stood aside for him to enter.

He got in and as she was about to shut the door, his words stopped her.

"What do you think you are doing, Miss McAlister?" he demanded, his eyebrows raised in a mix of annoyance and confusion.

"I'm heading back to the office, sir," she said. "I don't think I need to follow you to your lunch meeting with Mr Jao."

"And what makes you think my personal assistant shouldn't be coming with he on a lunch meeting?" he sneered. "Miss McAlister, are you sure you know the details of your job? If you don't, I should probably tell Mark to put up a vacancy notice on all our social media."

She opened her mouth to make a defense but decided against it and mumbled an apology instead.

She tried to close the door and he stopped her again.

"Christine McAlister," he said crossly. "What the hell are you doing?"

"To get a taxi," she replied frustratedly.

"And why's that?"

At his question, she gave him a pissed look. He had left her behind in the morning and made a shame of her in the presence of his important guests.

"Get in the car," he ordered.

She obeyed meekly.

Mr Jao was a plump Chinese man with a friendly smile. He talked most of the time with Alan in Mandarin and was nice enough to talk to Christine in the little English he understood.

"Who is this beauty?" he asked as he saw Christine. Then he held her hand in a warm handshake. "She's very beautiful," he told Alan.

Alan smiled and said something in Mandarin which made the greying Chinese to dissolve in laughter.

Christine wondered what he said.

Lunch was long grain rice and duck sauce with Japanese whiskey and Jao and Alan chatted excitedly over the dishes, cutting Christine totally off from their conversation.

When they were done, Jao held Christine's hand and told her again that she was beautiful. She flashed a coy smile then Alan took her away quite jealously and told her to get in the car. He sat beside her and the driver drove off.

Christine narrowed her eyes in confusion when she noticed the car was headed in a direction that was not the office.

"I have an event this evening and I'll need a new tuxedo and..." he paused to look at her. "You'll need a dress."

The boutique owner was an old gentleman in a good jacket and a nice top hat with a walking stick to match. He had a pipe in his mouth also which gave him the perfect retro fashion.

He greeted Alan with a big smile, taking off his hat. When he commented on Christine's beauty, Alan groaned inwardly. Just when he wanted to forget about her and keep his cool, everyone he met just kept on talking about her.

Two attendants brought in half a dozen racks of suits and tuxedos for Alan to choose from. He made a good choice of clothes and a silk tie to go with it. Then he went in to check out the shoes while two female attendants attended to Christine.

........

Christine groaned. She was already getting tired and reluctantly put on the last dress.

The first gown she took was a long flowing black gown with long black gloves to match. The assistant had praised the gown.

"It would be glorious with white pearl necklace and bracelets," she said.

But when she stepped out, Alan shook his head, unimpressed, and told her she looked like she was going to pay her last rites to a dead relative.

The second, a white gown, he said made her look like a bride in a forced marriage. And she looked like a granny in the third. He turned down five other gowns after that for excuses that seemed silly.

The gown she tried on this time was a long, red dress which hugged her figure perfectly. It had no sleeves and pushed up her breasts, showing more cleavage than was decent. There was also a long slit that reached almost up to her hips, exposing her beautiful legs for anyone that was interested in feeding their eyes.

The dress was beautiful but she had a feeling Alan would tell her it was too provocative.

She sighed and swallowed, reaching slowly for the door.

The look Alan had in his eyes when he saw her was far from professional. He looked like he would devour her.