CEO’s Temptation

TWO

AARON

“Take it all in,” I moan, pressing the escort’s head down my crotch.

Getting a blow job is how I blow off the steam after a draining meeting. And today’s meeting was one of those that drained both mentally and physically.

Joe Haynes and Sons, the company that awarded us the multimillion dollar construction contract has suddenly changed the location of the building from New York to Minneapolis. The idea came up a year ago, and I’ve been trying my best to keep it here in New York but the decision got finalized today, leaving us with very little choice. We either accept the change or we come off the project – a clause included in the agreement.

Now, I have to put aside a lot of things to go to Minnesota to begin construction.

“You’re distracted,” the escort pops her head up, wiping saliva from the corner of her read mouth while looking at me.

I manage a small smile and groan,

“Continue, sweetheart.”

I put her head back in place and throw my head back, trying to keep my mind in the boring activity she’s doing. She’s quite good at this, I must admit.

A knock comes from the door and it opens the moment I fling my eyes open. Natalie walks in wearing short plaid skirt and a light blue shirt. Her hair is still held high in a ponytail. For a beat, I think about what it would feel like to pull her by the ponytail while she sucks me off.

“I didn’t ask you to come in,” I say through grinder teeth. The escort doesn’t stop.

“The door was unlocked,” she replies as she sits down in the chair across from me uninvited, as always.

Fuck. I should have known better.

“We need to establish some kind of respect and boundaries as it appears there isn’t a strong one in place. You don’t come into my office unless I ask you to, and you don’t sit down unless I ask you to.”

My breath catches in my lung as the arousal intensifies. The sight of Natalie Smith in my office is making me harder. The more I look at the twisted smile on her bow-shaped mouth, the more I imagine she’s the one under the table blowing me off.

That would be nice, though. At least, I would be able to change the narrative she has on me that I don’t have control of her.

The memory of that night floods my head and I have to grab the escort by her hair to stop me from going crazy.

“Stop,” I groan softly.

Natalie’s eyes narrow.

The escort looks at me with a smile and says,

“I wasn’t even done yet.”

The look on my assistant’s face changes from curiosity to something like amusement.

“Leave now,” I say firmly to the escort.

Rising to her feet, she draws an handkerchief from my breast pocket and wipes her mouth with it, dumping it on the table.

“Hi,” she says to Natalie before waltzing out of the room, the resounding click of her heels intensifying the silence in the room.

For a moment, Natalie states at me. Visibly upset. Then her face relaxes and that mocking smile comes back.

“You’ve turned the office to a brothel now,” she says catching me off guard.

“Excuse me?” I retort.

She shrugs. “I just can’t expect any better, anyway.”

I clench my fist in anger around the arm of the chair.

“Don’t cross the line, Miss Smith,” I hiss, my words filled with venom. The satisfactory smile on her face isn’t making anything any better.

“What line, Mr, Curry? I’m not the one being indecent on office premises.”

Silence fills the room as I glare at her, anger coursing through my veins. I gave her a job out of father’s request. In his words, a talent like hers can’t go to waste. Even though he would object to the role I offered to her. Mostly because the inconvenient contract father has asked me to take on was her idea in the first place even though it turned out to be one of the biggest contracts the company has ever worked on. Also because I can see that she’s enjoying this and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“Why are you here?” I break the silence.

She sighs and says,

“Since you’ll be going to Minnesota, there will be a change in your schedule. I also need to document where you are going and how long long you’ll be gone for.I’ll have to draw up a reschedule and reach out to necessary parties notifying them of the changes. The vice president and I will handle some of your businesses while you’re away.”

“You’re coming with me, Natalie,” I say calmly.

“What?” The shock on her face was visible and it almost makes me chuckle. Finally, a little relief from the frustration she caused me.

“What? Is there a problem?”

“Do I have to go with you?”

The words forcibly come out of her mouth.

“Trips and business visits are clearly included in your contract. In fact, I own twenty out of your twenty four hours and I can do whatever I want with it. It’s all included in your contract.”

She bites down on her lower lip. The glare of temper in her eyes is unmistakable.

“Any questions, Miss Smith?”

“I’ll like to turn it down,” she says firmly but I can still hear the shakiness in her voice.

“Ah! You see,” rising to my feet, I walk round the table until I’m right next to her. Then I sit on the edge of the table. “The problem here is that I have the final say in everything. And you can’t object. You can’t terminate the contract either. So, you either do as I say or face the consequences.”

I watch her throat gobble up and down. I can’t believe I was at any point worried about how I was going to get my lick back. This is just the beginning.

“What do you have to say?”

“Yes,” she muttered, defeated.

“Good.”