Mr. CEO
1116 Words
Naomi Rae POV
Nathaniel Allistair is the billionaire CEO of ByteTech Industries.
A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I approached the office door bearing the all-caps title "CEO." with his name next to it. "f**k ME!" I am in big trouble", I linked Rose. With anxiety, I pushed open the big heavy doors to his office and stepped into the opulent space beyond.
Nathaniel's office exuded an air of sophistication and power. That made my core drip with the need for him to be inside me right now.
The room was spacious and bathed in natural light, with large floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline.
I wanted him more and more with every step I took. The decor was a seamless blend of modern and elegant.
"Damn!" Rose said, amazed. She seemed more excited than me as she bellied up in the corner of my mind.
"Focus!" I told her, "we are not here to hang. We may be in big trouble." I said, knowing this was my last day.
I was prepared to beg.
As I looked around the room, I saw that the walls were adorned with sleek, contemporary art pieces, adding a touch of creativity to the otherwise corporate environment.
Which had me salivating, aching for his touch. A massive mahogany desk served as the centerpiece of the room, meticulously organized and free from clutter.
Behind the desk, a high-backed leather chair exuded authority. I could smell him all over the room, that musky scent I had grown to love smelt of huckleberry and honey. And putting my senses into overdrive, I took huge gulps of air trying to suck in as much as I could before releasing it.
A plush, cream-colored area rug sprawled beneath the desk, adding warmth to the polished hardwood floor. Giving me a warm fuzzy and safe feeling. On one side of the room, a built-in bookshelf showcased a collection of leather-bound books, lending an air of erudition to the space.
The seating area consisted of a leather sofa and a pair of stylish armchairs, all in muted earth tones that complemented the room's color palette. I had to give it to him. He had good taste. A low, glass coffee table in the center of the seating area was adorned with a few tasteful decor pieces.
The office was equipped with state-of-the-art technology, including a large, high-resolution monitor and a wall-mounted screen for presentations. That made me dizzy. The lighting was adjustable, allowing for different atmospheres to suit various occasions, from formal meetings to creative brainstorming sessions.
I looked around his office, there was no Nathaniel. Come to think of it, his secretary was gone too. I felt like I was the only one on this floor.
"Hello," I uttered, my words slipping out before I even considered the peculiar situation I found myself in. On the opposite side of the room, another door beckoned me.
Without much thought, I ventured through it and discovered a well-appointed ensuite.
The ensuite was an extension of his swanky executive office.
"Man who lives like this?" I said to Rose.
"The other half, my dear," she sighed, shaking her tail as she licked her paws.
The decor seamlessly continued the modern and elegant theme that was prevalent throughout the entire office.
There was marble flooring that had heated flooring and a professional ambiance.
There was a small room with a toilet and a milky white bathtub that could fit five people easily. There was a area for a sauna and a stream room.
The ensuite was equipped with its own state-of-the-art technology, including a discreet wall-mounted screen for that was high-resolution monitor. Adjustable lighting allowed for customization, and then there was the shower with a custom high pressure rainfall shower head.
My body moved as if of its own accord, drawing me toward the shower door with an almost instinctual pull.
Nathaniel emerged from the shower, and I quickly turned to shield myself from his gaze. I was usually not one to shy away from such situations, but this was like staring at the sun. The man was undeniably attractive. "Enjoying the view?" He quipped, his voice low and seductive.
I attempted to maintain composure, responding somewhat nonchalantly,
"Eh, nothing I haven't seen before. You've seen one, you've seen them...
"My voice trailed off as he closed the distance between us with a single step.
"What are you doing?" I managed to gulp out, as my heart somersaulted in my chest.
I was in big trouble. If Nathaniel was the CEO and my mate, I would surely be in for a world of hurt.
Nathaniel POV
"Enjoying the view?" I quipped, a playful smile gracing my lips. I reached for a nearby towel, draping it around my waist, revealing my well-defined abs and V-cut physique.
My eyes darkened as her eyes lingered on my exposed form. I closed the distance between us with a single step. My presence commands the space between us.
Her voice was low and filled with desire as she murmured, "Sometimes, there's more to appreciate than just the view."
"What are you doing here, Ms. Rae?" I said, stepping back and snapping out of the hold she had over me as I realized that I despised her, and she needed to pay.
"You called for me, Nathaniel," she snapped back.
"Mr. Allistair, to you, Ms. Rae. And I mean, what are you doing in my bathroom? Where is Martha?" I grunted as I called for my assistant.
"Calm down," Dom commanded as he tried to take over my body.
"No, I will handle this my way," I said, pushing him back down to the back of my mind.
"Ms. Rae, please step out so I can get dressed, and we will discuss matters when I am done," I demanded, my voice stern. I guided her toward the door and called for Martha.
"Mr. Allistair, I am sorry I stepped out for a minute and hadn't realized she would step into your office without permission," Martha said, giving Naomi a disapproving side-eye.
"That's alright, Martha," I replied, closing the bathroom door and proceeding to get dressed. I had to take action regarding Ms. Rae, and I had a perfect plan in mind.
Twenty-five minutes later, after I had finished dressing, I emerged from the bathroom and took my seat behind the desk. I buzzed Martha from the phone line. "Please let Ms. Rae in. Thank you."
"How much to make you go away?" I said sternly, not even looking up from the paper I was looking over.
Yes it was good to be king or, in my case, a billionaire CEO.
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