Blackstone Inc. (Book 1)

Part 8

*Dominics POV*

Handing the kid two 20s, I told him to have a nice day and didn’t miss the look on his face as he thanked me.

I turned my attention to Genevieve as I held her door open and extended my hand out to her. She placed her much smaller hand in mine with a ‘Thank you, sir’ and slipped inside the car.

As she went to put her left leg in the car her skirt rode up her thighs and I’m sure even Andrew saw her black lace panties.

I felt my dïck twitch. Dämn man, pull it the fück together.

She must’ve felt my gaze on the junction between her thighs because she flushed and quickly brought her other leg in the car and adjusted her skirt while looking up at me.

I couldn’t exactly look her in the fücking eye after I was just caught ogling her püssy. She had to have known that’s where my eyes were as well.

I brushed it off with a cough into my fist and shut the door, quickly walking around to the other side of the car.

As I got in and started the car I felt her going to say something so I held up my hand. I needed a moment of silence before she ruined this.

I knew she knew I saw and it was demented of me, but I wanted to remember that mental image. I wanted to tac that picture to the wall in my brain. I didn’t want her to apologize. I wanted her to take my hand that was on the gear shift and put it on her thigh. I wanted her to want me to move it up her leg, closer to what she had just had on display for me and the valet boy to see.

“Dom--” I heard her try to start again and so I raised my hand again. Just a few more seconds, Genevieve. Just a few more seconds and the image would be ingrained in my head, maybe not forever, but at least for the day.

“I’m sorry sir, I’ll wear longer skirts,” I heard her whisper.

I definitely didn’t want that, but honestly, I didn’t need to want her. I had seen her in the skimpy little skirts she wore to work. I saw the way her eyes had darkened when she saw me look down her shirt this morning. I saw the way her hips swayed when she walked away from me. And I saw the way her face flushed when I gave her any command.

She wasn’t ready for all that I was. She wasn’t ready for all of Dominic Blackstone. And she probably wouldn’t ever be ready for me.

So with a soft expression, I faced her and agreed, “That would probably be for the best, Genevieve.”

I turned my eyes back to the road, turning onto the road that the office building was on.

“Can we just... forget about it,” her little voice asked.

I probably wouldn’t, but I couldn’t let her know that. I couldn’t let her know that it affected me so much that I would probably have to go a few rounds with myself tonight. That or take a cold shower.

I squeezed her knee reassuringly, I hope she thought that was ok.

“Of course, Genevieve. No harm was done.”

We didn’t talk for the rest of the car ride. I was too busy thinking about what her garter belt from yesterday paired with the stockings, and today’s bra and pantie set would look like on her body.

I was too busy thinking about how she would look underneath me in all of that. Maybe with those back strappy shoes from the day of her interview.

We pulled up to the front of the building and before I even turned the car off Genevieve had already opened her door and was making her way to the entrance.

“Hey George, I’ll be taking home the Range Rover tonight. Have it ready for me by 6, please.” I said to the older valet as I handed him my keys.

He smiled, “Of course, Mr. Blackstone. Anything else?”

I was already on my way to the door, but replied, “No, George, thank you.”

***

I heard her sigh and push away from her desk. I heard her shoes clicking their way over to me. I heard her clear her throat, still, I didn’t look up. I knew that if I looked up I’d be eye level with the culprit of my imagination just across the desk, and I honestly didn’t trust myself. It had been way too long since I had been with a woman and it was starting to show.

“Dominic.” The way she breathed my name, the image of her in lingerie came back to me but now it was accompanied by that one word coming from her lips.

“I was wondering if it would be okay if I left. I know I'm usually supposed to wait for you, but I am suddenly not feeling so well.”

It was probably better for her to leave early anyway. I probably would be leaving to. I’ve had to readjust myself discreetly under my desk several times while thinking about her.

This obviously wasn’t a new thing, but now it was becoming a threat. I had seen her most intimate area, covered, but barely, and I was obsessing over it. How old was I, 15?

“That’s fine,” I said, still not looking up.

I couldn’t look at her face. I couldn’t risk her seeing the look in my eyes. I was lusting over her and all I had seen was her fücking underwear. What the fück was wrong with me?

I felt her pause, not moving, and then with a, “Alright, well good night, sir,” she was gone.

I sat at my dämn desk for another 20 minutes, not getting any work done. So finally I stood up and made my way downstairs.

I needed to get home so I could take care of this lust I had inside of me myself. Hopefully, after a new bottle of lotion be a brand new man.

I wanted the real thing, though. I wanted that warm, wet, and tight sensation around my c**k. I wanted the breathy moans and the scratches down my back. I wanted her screaming my name, but I’d be professional. I wouldn’t scare her off like the last one. I would wait for her to make the move. I would be along for the ride.