Falling For The Tycoon

You're Wet

WILLIAM

When I walked into the recording room yesterday, I didn't expect to see the girl from the club - the girl I kissed during the new year's countdown. I haven't stopped thinking about her from that night. The way she was dancing, laughing and how her mouth tasted. From her reaction yesterday, I could tell she had no idea who I was. Unlike everyone else in the room, she wasn't afraid of me. She even pointed the camera in my direction and continued recording like I was part of the scene.

“Good morning, Mr. Carter,” Bethany greets me when she walks into my office. “I still don't understand the criteria you used to pick the young woman.”

“Are we still talking about that?” I ask.

“Of course, only that we're now talking about what a great choice you made to pick her. Did you know she was that skilled? I watched her recording and it was perfect. She recorded you when you walked into the office and it looked like it was a part of the scene.”

The new recruit knocks at the open door just as I am about to respond to Bethany. With the bob of my head, I allow her in and Bethany asks her to take the seat next to herself.

“Good morning, Leena Jackson. I welcome you to Skylar entertainments. We're a film making company and the man you see in front of us is the owner of this company, Mr. William Carter,” Bethany says. “We hired you as the videographer for all erotic scenes so I hope you're ready to take up the duty. The employer We had before you was fired because she joined actors in a threesome while on site, can you imagine?”

Leena laughs out loud but quickly brings a hand to her mouth when she realizes that no one is laughing with her.

“I'm sorry,” she says, fidgeting in her seat.

“Bethany will show you to your office and give you the schedule for this month,” I say.

She looks at me with reverence as she nods her head, “Yes, sir.”

Bethany leads her out of my office and I continue to work but my mind keeps drifting to that one night.

Two hours later, I still can't focus so I go to her office and get in without knocking.

She looks up at me, “Mr. Carter.”

“Have you already read the schedule?” I ask, pacing.

“Of course I have,” she says.

“Then what are you still doing here?” I ask, “Don't you know that you have a scene to shoot.”

She stands up quickly, “I'm sorry, Bethany said she'd call me when it's time so I was waiting on her call.”

I sigh, clenching my fists because I'm angry at myself for wanting a stranger in the way that I do right now. “You're an employee here so you don't have to wait on orders from others. You know your job description, get to work.”

She purses her lips that match the colour of her earrings and nods.

I wait for her to walk out of the office before walking out behind her. She hurries to the elevator and walks in, me after her. It's a silent drive up to the recording room, I can hear her heavy breaths and somehow I hope it's my presence doing that to her.

She turns to look at me just as the elevator comes to a stop and her hazel eyes meet mine but she looks away immediately and walks out of the elevator when the doors open like all she wants is to get far away from me.

It's just me and her in the recording room, the actors aren't here yet and neither is Bethany. I check the time on my wrist and realize that we're thirty minutes early, everyone else is having their mid break.

“Have you had your mid break meal?” I ask, leaning against the door, feet crossed at the ankles.

“Not yet,” she says, her focus on fixing and setting the cameras and other equipment.

“Were you waiting for Bethany to order you to eat too?” I ask.

She raises her eyes to me, irritated, “No, Mr. Carter.”

I push myself off the door when I hear a light knock and go to stand next to her. Bethany and the three actors for this scene walk in.

Bethany gives me a light smile as she walks past me to the corner where she likes to sit and the actors take their practiced positions.

Leena clears her throat, greets the actors and walks away from the propped cameras them.

“I hope you're all ready for this,” she says. “I read your script but I'd like you to superficially act before we can get into recording. You don't have to get naked or anything, just a quick act up so I can set my equipment right.”

The actors look at Bethany as if asking for a go-ahead and she nods. They do a quick act up and when she sets the equipment, she asks them to start acting.

I've watched so many videographers record erotic scenes from the time I started this company but not once have I ever had a hard-on. Today seems to be different, however, because the moment the actors get into a threesome, I'm hard. I slide my hands into the pockets of my pants, hoping to hide my erection before anyone can notice it. My mind drifts to dirty thoughts about Leena. Thoughts about what I can do to her, thoughts about what her moans would sound like in my ears. I try to calm myself but it seems impossible. Leena on the other hand is focused on recording it makes me doubt she has any s****l feelings within herself. Unlike the previous videographers who would flinch or drool or lose their focus while recording, she doesn't. It is only when the scene is complete that I notice the wet patch on the middle of her beige leggings.

I suck in a sharp breath and say, “You're wet.”