Her Soul

Chapter 7 Gregg

Did he need anything else? Maybe a cold shower, or her warm lips wrapping around his… He couldn’t continue thinking like that, but damn if it wasn’t difficult when she suddenly got that f**k me Daddy look on her face, but just as soon as it had appeared, it disappeared. If he hadn’t known better, he would have thought he was imagining it, but he knew that look, and damn if he didn’t want to give her what she wanted.

Gregg knew what could happen if he did fall for that, it had happened to too many men in his circle to count. The hot young assistant gets cozy with the boss and the next thing you know he is being blackmailed or is losing his job. There isn’t a single board of directors who would back someone who was facing being sued for workplace misconduct such as that. He was still the controlling vote, but that didn’t mean there weren’t consequences for those transgressions. He knew it was a bad idea, even if he wanted it.

He looked at his watch. He still had a few things he could do, but they were going to be tomorrow's problems.

***

Gregg took his privet elevator from the garage up to his office and was surprised to see a stack of folders he had not left on his desk the evening before. Misty must already be here. She was surprising him at every turn.

He sat down at his desk and flipped through the folders. The reports for his upcoming meetings this morning, an organized list of investment options that he had emailed the day before, and the confirmation of dinner reservations for tonight.

Gregg was reviewing the investment options when a small knock came at the door.

"Enter."

"Mr. Hale," Misty said as she walked into the room, she was wearing her usual blazer and skirt this morning in a lovely dark blue that complimented her green eyes. Why was he noticing her eyes?

"Good morning Ms. Edwards, thank you for the prompt work this morning."

"Yes sir, thank you." She smiled, and he felt like he needed another cold shower. He just had to ignore this till the Whitmore sale was done, then he could push her off on someone else, or fire her. She just needed a notch in her professional bedpost, so to speak. Arthur would understand, and Gregg could send her on her way with a letter of recommendation. After that she wouldn't be his problem anymore.

"I trust that everything is in order this morning?"

"Yes, sir. I did take the liberty of pushing around a few meetings in the afternoon, so you will have plenty of time to make it to your dinner reservation. I have updated your calendar and notified everyone."

"Thank you, Ms. Edwards, that will be all." He dismissed her and she turned to walk away. He watched as she left and saw how her skirt was just a little too big on her. Then he started thinking, her cheeks were a little sunken in, and she was very pale. Then he noticed the small burse on the back of her leg.

The rest of the day went on without anything special. Misty would walk in, lay something on his desk and walk out. Gregg would be pleasant and watch her walk away, but his eyes kept landing on the small burse and his mind kept wondering to her thin frame.

At the end of the day, Gregg stood at his desk and glanced at the clock. He had forty-five minutes to get to the restaurant. He was meeting a potential client for dinner and drinks. He would have to be charming and witty and, with almost forty years of practice, he could mask himself well enough to get through the evening. It was just exhausting.

He went to his car, and started the engine. A sports car wasn't practical, but it was a gift from an investor after a very lucrative year. He would drive it from time to time, but it wasn't his favorite.

As he pulled out of the garage and turned to get on the freeway, he pulled up to a stop light and just so happened to look out his window covered in a light film of water. He saw a familiar figure sitting on a bench in the light rain.

He pulled the car over and stepped onto the sidewalk.

“Ms. Edwards, what are you doing here?” The night wasn’t frigid yet, but it was a little chilly.

She jumped a little when he said her name. “Oh, Mr. Hale, sorry I didn’t see you, I am just waiting for the bus. It should be here in a bit.”

“A bus? Why are you riding a bus?” It was almost 7 and the buses in this part of town took forever.

“I am headed home.” Of course, she was. Where else would she be going?

“I mean, where is your car?” She had a car, right? No, not necessarily, driving in the city was a pain, and parking was worse. Why didn’t she take the subway? No one wants to take the subway this late at night. A cab maybe?

“I don’t have one.”

“When will the bus arrive?”

Misty checked her phone, “In about 15 minutes or so. It will be ok, I have an audiobook I can listen to,” then she pulled out an umbrella. “I also have this if it gets too bad.”

“Ms. Edwards, get up and come with me. I will not leave you out here to drown or worse.”

“Sir?”

“I will drive you home. Where do you live?”

Her face froze, “I couldn’t, sir, it is ok really. If it gets that bad, I can call my friend. She lives a bit further away, but I can wait for her in the building. Really, that is too kind, and too much for me to ask of you.”

“You didn’t ask, now get your ass up and come with me. This isn’t up for discussion.” Did she have a boyfriend? God, he hoped not. Why was he thinking like that? It didn’t matter if she did or not.

She looked terrified when he barked the order at her, but she stood and started to gather her things. Why did she look sexier when she looked scared?

Without thinking, he said, “Good girl.”

She blushed as her eyes darkened. He needed to do something, so he checked his watch. Good god, the woman had been sitting out there for at least an hour. What was she thinking? His next thought was how she responded to the praise. His lip and his c**k twitched at the thought.

Too bad she had a jacket on. She had worn a light colored shirt, and he bet if it got wet he could see straight through it. His c**k gave another little stir.

“If you get me to my next stop, I can just catch that bus, and they have an oning that I can stand under if it starts to rain.”

He paused, “Exactly how many buses do you get on to get here?”

“The quickest route is three, but I have to walk two blocks to get to the stop, which cuts the travel time down. If I use the stop on my block, I have to take 4. I just leave a little earlier and catch the more direct bus.”

“You rode three buses, and walked basically three blocks to get here?”

“Yes sir.” Her eyes were cast down as he tried to look at her face.

“Come on, let's get in the car.”

He couldn’t believe she rode 3 buses to get to work. What was she thinking?