Falling For The Tycoon

Frustration

LEENA

It's been four days and I can't stop thinking about what Mr. Carter said to me in the recording room.

“You're wet.”

I knew I was wet, I mean, who wouldn't when they're watching an erotic threesome play right before their eyes. Vis-a-vis.

What makes it worse is that he hasn't come for work since that day so It'll be hard for me to face him when he finally does.

I groan and face-palm but my moment of frustration is cut short when Mark joins me on the patio.

“What's up?” he asks after sitting on the chair across from me.

I shrug, “Nothing, you're back early today.”

He raises a brow, “You just slapped your face so something is definitely up… and yes, we don't work late on sundays. Talk to me, what's bothering you?”

“My boss,” I say hesitantly.

“The city's famous tycoon, you mean? Thee William Carter?” He asks. “Girl's in this city would kill to be bothered by him.”

I frown, surprised that Mark knew who my boss was before I mentioned to him, “How do you know him?”

“You can't talk about Skylar entertainments without talking about him, everyone knows who owns that company. Once I took a girl I liked on a date and all she could talk about was him,” he says, his voice frustrated at the end.

I laugh, “That memory seems to frustrate you, what was she saying about him?”

“William Carter is hot and rich…” he says mimicking a girl's voice with funny hand gestures.

I laugh again. The girl wasn't wrong about him being hot. He's the hottest man I've ever seen. Tall, handsome and hot with beautiful blue eyes they'd put one in a trance.

Mark startles me out of my thoughts with a snap of his fingers.

“What did he do that bothered you?” he asks and it comes out like it's not the first time he's asking that question.

“It's quite embarrassing,” I say, throwing my head back and covering my face with both hands.

“You can tell me,” he says.

I sigh and choose to tell him because I have nobody else to tell right now. I'll let him step in for my best friend who hasn't forgiven me for leaving Philadelphia without saying goodbye and won't talk to me because of that.

“I wet myself while recording a threesome and he pointed it out,” I say, hands still covering my face.

Mark is silent.

I raise my head and drop my hands off my face to look at him. He's staring at me with an emotion I can't quite decipher. Confusion?

“You mean you were aroused and became visibly wet?” he finally asks.

I nod and sigh. When I was unexpectedly hired as a videographer for erotic movie scenes, I didn't expect it to be any bad but I was wrong because it's only natural for one to be aroused at the sight of people having s*x. That's why people watch porn. It's even more natural to get aroused when a hot man is standing next to you and you can feel his breath gentle against your ear.

“It's that embarrassing,” I say. “I feel like not going back to the company tomorrow… or any other day.”

“You can quit and just stay home with Mom and Martha, you know?” he says, concern in his voice.

“I don’t like that idea,” I chuckle.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and then snaps his fingers as if he has a better idea, “I can find you a different job.”

“Let me see how this week goes and I'll let you know whether or not I'll need to quit,” I say.

♡♡♡♡

I report for work earlier than usual on Monday, hoping to read and understand all the scripts for the scenes I'll have to shoot. Bethany sent me an email to inform me about the adjustments to the working schedule. Two more scenes were added to the three that I'm supposed to shoot and that means knocking off very late despite reporting very early.

Other workers start to come in an hour and a half later.

I raise my head from my laptop at the sound of stilettos against the marble floor and watch Bethany walk into my office, a bright smile on her face.

“How far have you gone with the scripts?” she greets.

“I'm just reading the final one,” I say, rubbing my eyes.

“Impressive,” she says. “Be ready to shoot the first scene in an hour.”

“Sure,” I say, moving my eyes back to the laptop screen.

“What I mean is, do whatever you can to avoid squirting while on duty,” she says with a chuckle. I don't know if she says it as a joke but it makes me feel some type of way.

“I didn't squirt,” I say, defending myself. “It was just arousal fluid.”

“Well try not to get the said arousal fluid seeping out of your…” she peeps behind my desk to see what I'm wearing and says, “skirt because the boss will attend today's sessions and you have a chance to impress him and make him forget about last time.”

My heart skips one thousand beats upon learning about Mr. Carter's presence today. I might as well be dead.

I clear my throat and force a smile, “Thank you for that advice, Bethany.”

“Now hurry up and join us in recording room 23,” she says, leaving the office.

I let out a long, frustrated sigh when the clicking sound of her shoes fades. I'm not ready to face my boss. I open an AI on the laptop and ask it to tell me how I can face my boss after embarrassing myself in front of him. It suggests that I apologize, give an explanation or keep my composure. I go for the last option and take some deep breaths before walking out of my office.

When I enter the recording room, everyone including Mr. Carter is seated around a long table discussing something. All the seats are taken except the one at one end of the table - the seat that is directly across from Mr. Carter. I walk around the table and sit down, my eyes looking directly into his.

He slides his hands over the table and links his fingers, not breaking eye contact.

“Welcome to your first board meeting, Ms. Leena Jackson,” he says, cutting whoever was talking off. “We were supposed to go straight into shooting but I think it will be wiser to address your issue before we can move onto even more difficult tasks.”

I frown, hoping it's not what I'm thinking.

“What issue?” I ask with false oblivion.

“Your little wet accident from the last session,” he says, all along looking at me.

Damn it!