The Devil's Looking Glass

The Elevator

Damien

The drive to office felt longer than it should have. I was dreading today. f*****g Mondays. I hated them.

I sat outside the office, watching the bodies scurrying through the doors, making sure not to be late. I wasn't sitting here because I was nervous or afraid. I wanted to be late. I planned on making a dramatically timed entrance.

Leaving a lasting impression is one of the things that I excelled at in life. People never forgot me. I made sure of it. This office, this workplace, was now my kingdom and damn did it feel good to be king.

I knew the meeting started at 8:10 sharp. I was the one who had sent out the email only moments ago. I had to use my dad's email account to do it. I hated that. I wanted my name behind every step and move I made. Since I was so stubborn about not coming in sooner, though, no one knew what was going on.

The poor girl that was about to become my PA was in for a world of surprise.

My father, well, stepfather, was a pushover. He always had been. I mostly despise the man though. I only refer to him as my father because he is the only one, I have ever known. He didn't come into my life until after I had turned 18. At first, I was ecstatic at the idea of finally having a male role model in my life. When I met him for the first time, I truly thought that this guy was made for my mother. He treated her with kindness and respect, exactly how a man should treat the love of his life.

I quickly realized he had other plans for me. He immediately took over all finances and cancelled my tuition payments. He told me that if I did it on my own, I would appreciate my success more.

I struggled. I worked and went to school, every minute of every day that I was awake. I slept four hours a night for my entire university life, but I did it. Not only did I graduate top of my class, I graduated in an accelerated program, two years ahead of everyone else. When I am pushed into a corner, I will fight tooth and nail for whatever it is that I want. I don't know the meaning of giving up.

I had made myself a success, without support from one damn person. People thought I was arrogant. Cocky? Damn f*****g rights, I was. I had worked my ass off for everything I have.

Tapping the steering wheel, my mind wandered back to my phone call to 'Angel'. I had been fairly intoxicated, the memory was slightly blurred. The way my body had reacted to her voice was intense. I couldn't stop thinking of that one little whispered word. 'Damien.'

What I hadn't been able to figure out was whether or not I had imagined it. Was it just wishful thinking? I was drunk and nearly asleep when I thought I had heard it.

I shook the thoughts from my mind. Get it together.

I glanced down at my watch and exited my vehicle. Time to show them who's boss.

I didn't even acknowledge the receptionist as I entered. She jumped up out of her desk and was fast on my heels as I reached the elevator. I turned around and snarled, "Get back to work." That did the trick. She didn't say a word and ran back to her desk. See? I'm the boss.

Stepping into the elevator, I allowed myself to smile with no one around. I was in my element. This is where people would truly see what Damien Vanderbrooke was capable of.

I walked briskly through the elevator doors and towards the open conference room doors. Perfect timing.

"...Damien will treat you all with the same respect as I have over the years. Please make him feel welcome. He is family, my son. Your new boss."

Everyone applauded as I entered the room. I kept my head held high, no acknowledgment and made my way to the last empty chair at the table, next to my father. Swiveling it towards me, I sat down and turned back towards the table once more.

I whipped my head around as a chair slammed against the wall behind us. There, directly in front of me, was my Angel.

She looked pissed.

Her tiny hands were balled into fits, her arms straight at her sides. I grinned. She looked just like the day I saw her through the window, right before she ripped those curtains right off where they were hanging from. She was freaking gorgeous when she was angry. I loved her spitfire. She heaved in a giant breathe and screamed, "Damien f*****g Vanderbrooke!?"

My grin widened. Those same words that she muttered under her breath the night she got wasted and puked everywhere in my house, except the toilet. I liked it when she said my name like that. My grin faltered. Please do not enter Angel Mode. Not now. Not now.

I breathed a sigh of relief. We were under control.

She stormed out of the conference room, faster than I could stand up from my chair. My father grabbed my arm immediately, his eyes narrowing. "What did you do?"

I shrugged my shoulders. I truly didn't know. I quickly clapped my hands, and called out, as I chased after her, "Good job team! Back to work! Time is money!"

I reached the elevator just as the doors were closing. Nice try, Angel, but I'm too fast. My arm shot through the doors to stop them from closing.

She growled at me and tried to get around me through the open doors. "I don't think so." I grabbed her firmly and wait for the doors to shut. I hit the next floor button but as soon as the elevator started to slide up and was between floors, I quickly fished the keys out of my pocket, hitting the stop button, then locked down the elevator so it can't move or open. "We need to talk."

I thought she looked pissed before, but this is passed pissed. She was infuriated. She reached for my keys, but I simply shot my hand up and held them as high as I could. This beautiful, tiny human being began clawing and scraping, trying to climb my body like I was a damn tree. I reached down with one arm and wrapped it around her waist, then flipped her around so that her back was to my chest. She was going nuts.

I reached up with one hand and slide one of the elevator roofs panels to the side, sitting the keys on the edge. One of the benefits of being so tall and having monkey arms, as my mother liked to call them. I wrapped both of my arms around her tightly so she couldn't move.

"Angel, I said we need to talk."

She was squirming and trying to push and pull at my arms. She stilled when I said that.

"If I am your Angel, then what are you? The f*****g devil?" She nearly spat as she said the words.

I leaned down and placed my chin on her shoulder, my lips resting right near her ear. "I am anything you want me to be, my angel."

She did not like that. One bit. Her head whipped towards me and she bit down on my cheek. Whoa. I knew she was feisty but holy s**t. This woman was unlike any woman I had ever met in my life.

Instead of pulling away, I simply raised my head up and placed my chin on top of her head. I pushed down firmly, making it harder for her to move her head around. "That hurt." I wasn't lying when I said that. It really did hurt. That's going to leave a mark.

"I didn't know you worked here. What do you do here? Legal assistant?"

She tried to shake her head but realized she couldn't move it all that well.

"Then what position do you have here? You were near the head of the table. That makes you important. Why?"

Through gritted teeth she responded. "I'm Earl's personal assistant."

My heart skipped a beat. How the f**k did I get so lucky? "You mean, my personal assistant?"

She tried to shake her head again. "I will quit."

She really was a stubborn woman.

"Please, let's try to talk this out. I'm not sure what is going on or why you told me that you hated me. We will work through this. Please don't quit." She didn't respond but she wasn't arguing or trying to get away from me, so I continued, "My dad relies on you. He will not be here tomorrow. He has a flight booked for 3:00pm to see a specialist up north, regarding his heart condition. If I don't have you here, to help with the transition, this company will fall flat on its face within a week." Will it, really? No. I knew I was being dramatic, but I needed to get through to her.

"We need to talk and work through this. I know how you feel about this company. I felt it when my dad talked about you. Mind you, I didn't associate Genevieve with Geni..." I trailed off. Why didn't I pick up on that?

"Fine. But I have questions."

"Okay." I agreed.

"And you need to let go of me. I can't talk to you like this."

I loosened my hold hesitantly. "Promise not to bite me, again?"

She chuckled, softly. I think she enjoyed doing that. "No. No promises." But the way she said it has me thinking that I will be safe from any more teeth marks.

I released her and she quickly scrambled to the opposite side of the elevator, glaring at me. She slumped against the wall.

The silence was deafening.

"You have questions?" I asked, curiously.

"How is Earl you father? You don't even have the same last name." She wanted to say, your father is dead, he died before you were born. She didn't though and I appreciated her tactfulness.

"Earl married my mother shortly after I graduated and moved away. I call him father; he calls me son." I shrugged my shoulders, not wishing to elaborate.

She moved on quickly. "Why didn't I know you were a lawyer?"

This question, I wasn't sure how to answer. Should she have known? It's not like we knew each other growing up. She was a couple of grades below us in school, according to Tommy.

She didn't wait for my answer, regardless and kept going, "Earl and I had an amazing working relationship. Are you going to be able to treat me the same as he did?"

No. I did not say that out loud though. I wanted to treat her like the damn queen that she was, if she would just let me. I kept my mouth shut and simply nodded.

Her teeth tugged at her bottom lip while she thought, and I couldn't take my eyes off her mouth. Those lips made me think incredibly unprofessional things.

"You will be able to keep our work lives and our home lives, separate?" Her eyes meet mine once more.

Our home lives? We had a home life? Just hearing her say those words has my heart damn near beating out of my chest. I really don't think she meant it the way my brain took it, but I decided to roll with it. "Yes."

She was back to tugging at her bottom lip with her teeth. Must be a habit of hers when she is thinking. If I see that every single day, Angel Mode is going to make an appearance on a regular basis. Damn.

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. It's Earl. I slid it to decline, then shoot him a quick text. I knew why he is calling.

Damien: Everything's fine. Just a minor maintenance problem. I already have someone working on it.

Earl: Perfect. Glad you are on top of it. I knew you would be.

Did he know that my Angel and I are in here? He didn't ask or say anything about it. I shoved my phone back in my pocket.

When I looked back over to Geni, there were tears falling down her face. I quickly closed the space between us, placing my hands on her cheeks and wiping the tears from her face with my thumbs.

"Why did you hate me so much?"

I was struck silent. This incredibly fierce woman, the very definition of strength, was crying and asking me why I hated her? My brain couldn't comprehend what she was saying.

Her head was down, staring at the ground when she asked me that. Without a thought, I placed two fingers under her chin and forced her head up, to look her straight in the eyes.

"Hate you?" The words were barely audible. Less than a whisper.

Her eyes didn't leave mine. I could see so much pain, sadness and confusion swirling around in those exquisite green eyes.

Before I could even think about what I was doing, my lips pressed against hers. I couldn't stop myself. I needed to take the pain away from my heavenly Angel. I didn't press further. I waited. I was expecting another slap. It didn't come. I felt her lips part slightly and I didn't hesitate. She could slap me, bite me, claw and bruise me over and over again. I knew it would be worth it.

My lips parted and my tongue swept out, licking her bottom lip, before proceeding further. Slow at first, my tongue entered her mouth, rubbing against hers. She moaned lightly and her hands wrapped around my neck, her head tilting slightly, deepening the kiss further. Suddenly it was like an explosion went off.

I felt her chest rising and falling rapidly against mine, her hands running up through my hair and grabbing tightly, pulling me even closer to her. Her tongue exploring, rubbing, entangling and dancing around mine, with fever. Moans were rumbling through us both and I couldn't tell if they are hers, mine or both of ours.

My hands reached down and slid over her thighs, down to the bottom of her skirt, sliding back up, dragging her skirt up with them. My hands gripped her bare ass, a growl released as I realized she was wearing a thong. Her skirt was bunched around her hips now, as I lifted her. Her legs wrapped around me, and I pushed her firmly against the wall, pinning her against my body, my hips gyrating lightly. She returned the motion, her hips rolling back and forth, rubbing her p***y, now covered only in a thong, against my hard c**k.

Angel Mode was in full effect the moment our lips had made contact.

My mouth left hers, trailing kisses along her jawline, down to her neck, sucking, kissing and nibbling. I looked up at her to see her head thrown back as yet another moan escaped her parted lips. One hand moved from her ass, sliding down the back of her thigh, and inward towards her heat. My fingers brushed lightly against her slit, over top of her underwear and I felt her quiver beneath me. My mouth moved up to her ear, tugging gently on her ear lobe, as my fingers moved to the side of her underwear, where they stopped. She was still grinding against me, and the friction was making it harder to keep control.

"I want to touch you, Genevieve. I want to feel you c*m with my fingers deep inside of you." I whispered the words against her ear before nipping down one more time.

"Damien." It was a whisper, wrapped around another moan.

"I need you to tell me it is okay. I need to hear you say it." My mouth was slowly moving back over her jaw to her lips. "Tell me you want it."

Her eyes met mine and I could see the fire in her eyes. She was just as consumed by lust as I was. "Please. Touch me, Damien."

My fingers were pushing inside her before my name had even left her lips. "You're so wet." It came out as a groan. Her eyes were still on mine, and they went wide. She almost looked embarrassed. "Angel, I want to feel you coming. I want to feel your juices dripping down my hand."

Her eyes rolled back, then her eyelashes fluttered closed. "Damien, I think... I think I'm close."

I hooked my fingers, rubbing her most sensitive spot inside, while my hips continued their steady grind against her front, rubbing against her c**t.

"Damien!" It came out loud and clear just as I feel her insides pulsated and clenched tightly around my fingers.

"Yes, baby. That's it. f**k!"

The unexpected happened as my whole body shivered and I felt myself come undone, my c**k still tucked inside my underwear and dress pants. My body jerked against hers before stilling completely. Her face was buried in my neck as she panted, not moving.

Several moments passed before I slowly removed my fingers from inside her, moving her underwear back into place and gently set her back down on her feet. I pulled down and straightened her skirt, putting her back into place.

I stepped back, putting a foot between us, when she looked down and gasped, covering her mouth, pointing in horror. I glanced down to see a wet spot on the front of my pants. I shrugged my shoulders and started to button up my suit jacket. "Good thing my jackets long."

She still looked horrified. I grasped her face in my hands and placed a single gentle kiss on her lips. "I could never hate you." I mumbled, with my lips still against hers.

I quickly grabbed the keys from above, switching the elevator on. We hit the main floor and the doors opened.

"No, no, no, no, no." I turned to her horrified words, but before I realized what was happening, my Angel was running as fast as she could, straight out the front doors of the building.