by Bianca Cole
I sigh, and her eyes travel up and down my body. “Wow, you look amazing.”
I can feel my cheeks heating. “Thanks, do you think so?” I twirl to look in the mirror behind me.
It’s the sixth dress I’ve tried on. A burgundy, maxi dress showing a little more cleavage than I usually would. I know it’s because I want Bryson again. Even after our argument in his office, I can’t forget the way his lips felt on mine or the way it felt when his huge cock plunged deeper inside of me than any man has ever been.
“Yeah, you look hot. What’s the occasion?”
I turn and glance at my friend. “You know the man from last night at the bar?”
She twirls her hair in her fingers. “Of course.”
“Well, I didn’t realize until today that he is my boss, Bryson Stafford.”
Her mouth falls open. “Fuck me. Are you serious?”
“Yep, and I quit my job when he wouldn’t take the embezzlement thing seriously.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
I hold my hand up. “I know, then Bryson asked me to go to dinner with him to discuss it tonight. He says he was shocked and wants to discuss how to fix it. Right now I’m in limbo, to be honest. I’m not sure what will happen.”
She shakes her head. “Wow, that is crazy.”
“I know. The guy in the limo is his driver, and I’ve been taking forever to decide what to wear,” I say.
Elena’s eyebrow rises. “Because you like your boss?”
I shake my head feeling heat flood me. I was too ashamed of what I did last night to tell her. It was so out of character for me. “No, he’s a corporate, cocky asshole.”
“That’s not what you said about him last night.” Her eyebrow raises.
I told her last night we kissed, and that I enjoyed it. She’s right. Before I knew he was Bryson Stafford, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Elena rushes toward my closet and digs around, searching for something. “You’ve got to wear these shoes. They go perfect with that dress.” She pulls out a pair of black high heels that I haven’t worn since before I moved in with her.
I smile. “I don’t know if I even remember how to walk in heels that high.”
“Don’t be silly. Try them on.” She holds them out, walking toward me.
I take them from her and put them on, checking if they look good in the mirror. “Okay, they go well with this outfit.” I twirl around once more. I grab my bag off the bed and slinging it over my shoulder. “Wish me luck.”
“Good luck,” Elena says, jumping up and pulling me into a quick hug.
I sigh and head out the door. Tom is leaning against the hood of the limo, tapping his foot on the sidewalk. He smiles as he sees me. “Ready, Miss?”
“Yes, I’m so sorry I took so long.”
He shrugs. “No problem at all, get settled in, and I’ll have you at the restaurant in no time.”
My stomach twists at the thought. Am I ready to sit at a dinner table with my boss? I slide into the leather seat in the back and rest my head in my hands.
All I can think about is our heated session in the park last night. There is no way I’m going to be able to focus on the important task at hand with him sitting across from me. He may be cocky, but he’s the hottest man I’ve ever met.
* * *
The limo ride seems to go on forever. Finally, Tom pulls the car to a stop and winds down the screen. “We’re here, miss. I will check in with the boss and find out if he’s here yet. Sit tight.”
“Okay, thank you, Tom.”
He smiles back at me before winding the screen up.
I fidget as I sit, waiting for what feels like forever. After a while, the door to the limo swings open, but it’s not Tom opening the door.
Bryson’s stunning face appears at the opening. His bright blue eyes are twinkling. “Sorry, I was a little late.” He holds out his hand for me to take.
I shuffle over and place my feet on the floor before taking his hand. I allow him to help me out onto the sidewalk in front of the swankiest restaurant in Wynton.
My heart beats against my rib cage, as Bryson sets a kiss against my cheek. It’s innocent enough, but the thoughts I have when he gets that close are far from innocent. “You look stunning this evening,” he whispers in my ear.
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and my throbbing pussy drips. How does this man have so much power over my body?
“Thank you.” I run my eyes over the fancy tux he is wearing. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
His smile widens, and I think I’ve just inflated his ego, which didn’t need boosting. Especially not if all the stories I’ve read about him are true. That he’s a womanizing playboy who doesn’t pay any regard to women’s feelings, and I fucked him last night. The type of man I should stay miles away from, especially after Ted.
Will I ever learn?
I groan to myself internally. It seems I won’t as I walk into the restaurant on the arm of a man who is bad news.
“Bryson Stafford, please come this way,” The front of house says as soon as he notices him.
We follow the man through the busy restaurant right to the back. He seats us at a private booth. It’s the perfect place to discuss the sensitive topic of embezzlement in his company. I sit down first, and Bryson slides in next to me and closer than I want. My stomach lurches as he sets his hand on my thigh.
I bat away his hand and shift further from him. “Sir, I thought you asked me here to discuss the serious matter of embezzlement at the company.” I frown at him.
It doesn’t seem to deter him as he shuffles closer to me. “We are, but I’d also like to get to know you better, Tessa.”
The way he says my name sends a wave of need through me. I need to get a hold of my urges. Otherwise, I’m going to end up doing something I regret with my boss again. “Do you realize how inappropriate that is?” I shake my head. “You’re the acting CEO of the company that employs me, or employed me.”
His face turns serious. “I still regard you as an employee.”
A sense of relief flutters through me to hear I’m not unemployed. It depends on how this meeting goes, whether I want to stay at The Stafford Financial Group. “I’m not sure I want to stay.”
“I know I said some offensive things back in my office.” His face turns serious. “The information you brought to me shocked me. The fact is, Tessa, you’re the only one that can help me right now. And I’m desperate.”
I shake my head. “That makes no sense. Why would you, the CEO of Stafford Financial, need the help of a first-floor accounting analyst?”
He cocks his head to the side. “I’ll be open with you. I know how important that is.”
I nod and wait for him to continue.
“My father is allowing me to run the company for three months.” He clears his throat. “After which, he intends to let my brother take over for three months. It’s a trial period, you see. My father wants to ensure he leaves the most capable person in control.”
Bryson pauses and takes in a deep breath. “If I bring this up with my father, then I risk proving to him I’m not capable. However, if you will work with me.” He flashes me a panty-melting smile. “And, help me sort this out, then I can prove that I can avoid a crisis and fix problems.”
I nod, processing what he said. “I understand you don’t want to rush to your father, but surely, he would understand with something this big? It’s something that could destroy the entire company with scandal.”
Bryson runs a hand through his hair. “My father is unwell.” He swallows hard. “This is confidential, but we don’t know how long he has left.”
A sudden urge to comfort him washes over me, and I set a hand over his. “I’m so sorry, Bryson.”
He gazes into my eyes and forces a sad smile. “Thank you.” He lets out a deep sigh. “I’ve often let down my father in my life. Let’s say I’ve not made good choices in the past. He’s been ashamed of me most of
the time. My last chance to make him proud. I’ve got to…” He trails off his eyes filling with tears. He clears his throat again. “The way you acted earlier proved to me you value honesty above all. I can trust you with this. At least, I hope I can.” He shuts his eyes.
“Of course.” I reach out for his hand again and squeeze. “You can trust me.”
“I can’t afford for this to get out. I just can’t.” His words are passionate, and they heat me in ways it shouldn’t.
I’m surprised how much it means to him to make his father proud, especially after everything I’d heard about Bryson Stafford.
“I understand, I won’t tell anyone, although…”
Bryson’s eyebrow raises. “What is it?”
“Total honesty, right?” I clarify.
He nods.
“I told my roommate about it last night.” I bite my lip. “I couldn’t keep it to myself. After Mrs. Davis threatened my job, I needed to vent. I told her before we spoke at the bar.”
He smiles. “I assume you can trust your friend not to share this information?”
“Yeah, Elena would never tell anyone.”
He lets out a long sigh. “How about we order some food and try not to think about this right now? We’ll dive into this more tomorrow morning at the office if you agree to help me.”
Before I can even respond, Bryson has called a waiter over. “What can I get you, sir?”
“A bottle of your best champagne. Also, a fillet steak, medium, with the pepper sauce.” He glances at me. “What would you like?”
“I’ll have the duck, please.”
He smiles at me as the waiter leaves. “What do you think about helping me out, then? I want to bring you back on as my financial advisor.” His blue eyes sparkle in the lights of the restaurant.
“Financial advisor?” I shake my head. “I’m not qualified for that position. I’m an accounting analyst. But, I will help you with this issue and then return to my position afterward,” I say.
His smile widens, and the tension leaves his shoulders.
“But, I need to lay some ground rules first,” I say.
He sits back into the chair and stares at me. “Of course.”
“I will need to access everything,” I say.
“Agreed.”
“Also, this could get messy. You may learn things about people you know well and believe are incapable of doing wrong. No matter who turns out to be in on this, I need you to promise you won’t try to sweep it under the carpet.” I stare at him. “If you try anything, then I’ll have no choice but to take it above your head.”
“I promise I won’t, no matter what.” Bryson shuffles closer to me. He takes my hand in his. “Shall we shake on it?”
A tingling sensation rushes through my body at his touch. All I can think about is the way this man felt inside of me last night.
I nod and shake his hand, but he doesn’t let go right away. It’s only once the waiter returns with our champagne and pours us each a glass that he lets go. I take the drink, thankful for the distraction from the palpable tension between us.
11
Bryson
I sit closer to Tessa than I should. As the champagne flows, the conversation does too. It’s natural as we chat like we did the night before. This time she’s asking me more questions, and I answer her.
Normally, I don’t tell people anything about me, but I can’t deny this woman anything. Her laugh is as beautiful as the rest of her. I can’t help but feel drawn to her even more, memories of our passionate sex the night before flashing through my mind. It makes my balls ache for release.
I could spend all my time with her and never get bored. It’s a first for me to feel this way.
My cock throbs in my pants. I’ve sat here the entire night with a hard-on. She’s not making it easy on me in that sexy dress. The way her perfect, pert breasts are exposed to me makes me crazy. I’m desperate for this woman.
She bats her eyelashes innocently as she takes another swig of champagne. She’s anything but innocent if last night is anything to go on. Her cheeks are flushed a pretty pink.
I can’t hold back any longer. I shuffle closer to her and take her hand in my own. Her eyes widen, but her lips part, showing she isn’t opposed to my advances.
I pull her toward me, and our lips crash in a hard, desperate kiss. She tastes of champagne mingled with her own sweet taste. I groan into her mouth, clawing at her. My cock jumps in my pants as I press my thigh against hers.
Her body melts into me as she moans into my mouth. Her hand snakes onto my thigh, digging her fingertips into me. I place my hand on her thigh and let it move higher and higher toward her dripping wet arousal, letting my fingers tease over the wet fabric of her thong.
Tessa hesitates as her hand on my thigh pauses inches from my rock-hard cock. I want her to touch it and feel her small hands on my huge length, again.
I deepen the kiss, plundering her mouth with my tongue, and dip my finger into her slick, wet lips. She moans louder than she should, moving her hand to cup my throbbing cock. I growl as precum leaks from the swollen crown into my boxer briefs.
Her hands feel my fabric clad length, feeling every inch of me. I kiss her again, capturing her lips as I thrust my thick finger in and out of her pussy. She tenses up and shuffles away, forcing my finger from her.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
She shakes her head. Her lips open slightly. “We can’t… I can’t…” She’s speechless as she gazes up at me.
“Tell me, baby.”
She grits her teeth together. “Don’t call me that. Mr. Stafford, we’re supposed to be professionals, discussing a delicate issue. We can’t let what happened between us affect that.”
My stomach dips.
She shakes her head again. “We can’t be intimate. You’re the CEO of the company I work for, and we’re investigating an embezzlement scheme together.”
I lick my lips. “Your point is?” I raise an eyebrow.
“My point is we need to make sure we keep this professional.” She points between the two of us.
I sigh. My cock is not in agreement at all. It wants nothing more than to be buried to the hilt inside of her again. I can feel my precum spilling into my boxers. I’m harder than steel.
“Whatever you want,” I say through gritted teeth, as I grab the bottle of champagne and pour her the last glass.
She tries to protest. “Sir, what about you?”
“Enjoy the last glass, Tessa. If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the bathroom. Then, when you’re ready, we’ll leave.”
She nods, and I can almost feel her eyes tracking me across the room. I need to take care of this hard-on before I come in my pants. I head into the bathroom, which to my relief is empty, and let myself into a stall. I free my thick, hard cock as fast as I can and fist it in my hand. My eyes shut as I picture Tessa’s beautiful pink lips wrapped around it, just like last night.
She’s all I want. Why is she fighting the inevitable? We’ve already fucked, so what’s stopping her?
I know she didn’t know who I was last night, while I sunk every thick inch inside her. I fist my cock, grunting as I tighten my grip and remember just how good she felt.
This woman makes me crazy. I was on the verge of fucking her there in the restaurant. Around Tessa, I lose control of all of my senses. She drives me wild. She’s out there on her own, waiting for me while I jerk off over her. It is so perverted and filthy. I should be fucking her instead.
My eyes shut, and the image of Tessa’s full lips wrapping around my head, flash behind my eyelids. I remember the way she took my dick into her throat. It was damn sexy.
Fuck.
I want to bend her over my desk and plow into her hard, her naked, curvy form bending to my will as I slap her full ass. The image of my cock sinking deep into her tight, wet pussy as she bends over my desk is fucking hot.
I need her so bad. My balls clench, I grunt as much needed release wa
shes through me, and I shoot rope after rope of cum into the bowl below.
The sound of the door to the men’s room opening startles me, and I shove my softening dick back into my pants, before letting myself out of the cubicle and washing my hands. I stroll toward Tessa, who is waiting for me.
I wonder how long I was in the bathroom. Would it be obvious that I just jerked off in there? I slide into the booth and smile at her. “Sorry for keeping you waiting, where were we?” I ask.
I know where we were before she pulled away. Her hand had been gloriously parked on my cock. Her cheeks redden even more. “I think you said once I’m ready that we will leave, sir.”
How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself in the back of the limo? “Are you ready?”
She nods. “I can get a cab if you–”
I silence her, holding my hand in the air. “No chance, I’ll drop you home.” I stand and throw down four hundred dollars, knowing it’s more than enough to cover our meal. She stares at the cash with wide eyes.
I hold out an arm for her to take. “Let’s go.”
She takes my arm and allows me to escort her out of the restaurant. Tom is waiting for us at the front and opens the door to my limo to allow us in. I hold Tessa’s hand as she slides into the back of the limo.
I turn to Tom once she’s out of earshot. “Can you keep the privacy screen up, please?”
Tom gives me a knowing wink. “No problem, sir.”
I slide in next to Tessa, closer than she would like, as she shifts away. She turns to face me. “What is the plan for the investigation?”
“As soon as you arrive tomorrow morning, come straight to my office on the top floor.” I run a hand through my hair. “We will start straight away.”
She nods and sits back in the leather chair, letting out a long breath.
I shift toward her. “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing, I can’t believe I stumbled on such a huge scheme going on in the company I work for.” She swallows hard.
“Neither can I. I won’t deny your timing sucks, and that’s why I acted like a dick earlier. It’s my first day of acting CEO, and I’m under a lot of stress as it is, anyway.”