Scandal

Chapter 7-2

I WAS GOING TO GIVE Sasha her bonus today like the rest of the employees, leaving it up to Chuck to handle it. But I felt like I wanted to present it to her personally, mainly because I liked her so much. She was a great employee, and I didn’t know how I would have survived the past month without her. I was crunching numbers when she walked into my hotel room that morning. My jaw nearly fell off my face when I saw her. She was wearing a tight chenille sweater that draped off one shoulder and even tighter white linen pants that showed off her firm ass. I was almost positive she wasn’t wearing underwear as I couldn’t see any panty lines—totally shocking to my mindset since it was Sasha, and Sasha just didn't do those things. The thought of her bent over an article of furniture flitted through my mind.She is so hot!

“Good morning, Sasha. You look lovely today.” She’s more than lovely, she makes my c**k hard. I tried to shake that thought from my mind. One minute, I was thinking straight—and appropriately—about her being a great employee, and the next, I thought of f*****g her. I wasn’t quite sure what was wrong with me sometimes. She was just so hot I couldn’t help himself.

“Thank you, Sol. I thought this outfit would suit Paris perfectly.” She looked down at her feet.

What, is she blushing? Maybe she thinks about me, too. I wonder if she’s thought about f*****g me. Would she like it if I spread her legs for her and we gave this hotel room something to remember? I wondered what it would be like to hear her scream my name.

“You look gorgeous, and you're right, it's perfect.” Something new had been happening between us lately. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I liked it—a lot. It just seemed like she hated me a lot less recently. Maybe it was just because we were in the City of Love and she was in a good mood, but it was a pretty big deal that the hate seemed to have dissipated. Maybe nothing would come of it. It would probably make for a much better working relationship, at the very least. But something was telling me that I might get what I wanted in the end.

I needed to get a grip on myself. She was a bit younger than I was, and she was my employee. The thought of us together had probably never even crossed her mind. Not that it would have mattered if it had crossed her mind because I was not about to incur the wrath of my father over Sasha. I should probably try to keep in the front of my mind the threat he’d given her before considering this any further.

“Hey, I have something for you.”

“For me?” She smiled, and I was sure her blush deepened.

She wants me, she wants my c**k. Those pants she’s wearing are killing me. Those are f**k me pants. Oh boy, Sol, get a hold of yourself!

I cleared my throat. “Yes, of course. Everyone in the company gets a bonus at this time of year. I know you haven’t been here very long, but you’ve done such a great job so far that I felt like you earned it regardless. You’ve been a life saver. Not to mention I know you haven't even tried touching that trust fund of yours, so you can probably use it more than anyone else.”

She laughed. “Yeah, you're right, I haven't.”

She beamed, and I found the fact that she had a hard time using money that wasn't really hers so endearing. She didn’t expect a thing from me or from anyone else for that matter. She just did things selflessly, never asking for anything in return. I didn't know too many people—especially girls—like that. Most women were gold diggers that took whatever they could from a guy. Not Sasha though—she really was special.

I passed the envelope to her and watched her open it. I was amazed to see her eyes well up with tears. They spilled down her cheeks, and she wiped at them quickly trying to compose herself.

“Is everything okay? Is it not enough?” I felt like an i***t. People didn’t normally cry when they received bonuses from me. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself.

“Oh, wow Sol, this is amazing. I don’t know how to thank you. It’s just too much. Are you sure you want to give me this?”

She’s incredible. Just watching her was making me hard all over again. I wasn’t going to be able to leave my chair anytime soon.

“Sasha, you earned it. I’m very pleased with you. Please accept it. You can buy something pretty from Paris before we head home.”

“Maybe I’ll do just that. Thank you again.”

“Can I ask why you haven't dipped into your trust fund? Like not even to get a new car?”

She laughed. “I know it sounds silly, but I want to prove to my mother—and now, especially Roger—that I can make it on my own. Maybe one day I’ll use it, but it won’t be right now.”

“Fair enough, and very commendable, I might add.”

I was shocked to find I really cared about her future and wanted to help her as much as I could. I knew, however, that she would only allow me to go so far before she stopped me altogether again. She was an incredible creature, and I felt close to her. I hoped that she felt the same way.

“Anyway, we have a networking gala to go to, so I took the initiative and sent a dress over to your room. You’re good to go. It’ll be a fun night.”

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