by Ella Miles
But she can still get words out. “But what if someone gets on the elevator before we can get to the ground?”
I bite her earlobe, making her let go of the tiny bit of control she was holding on to. “Then, you’d better come fast.”
I slip a finger into her pussy while I keep rubbing against her clit. I kiss down her neck, loving the moans. I love how I can control her, make her think anything, make her do anything that I want. I can even make her stop breathing. I’ve never been with a woman whom I’ve had such control over—at least when it comes to sex. I just wish I had the same control over the rest of her, too.
I bring her close to coming over and over, but I don’t let her come until we’re almost to the ground floor, just one floor above.
“Come, baby,” I say.
She comes, screaming my name again, while grabbing my hair, clawing at my body, as she completely loses control.
I slip my hand out of her panties just as the door is opening, and then I put my fingers in my mouth, sucking her juices off them.
Olive’s eyes grow wide. She looks from me to the elevator door opening where I’m sure there’s someone standing. I firmly kiss her on the lips and then pick up the bag from the floor before scooping up her cat and placing it in her arms.
Then, I grab her hand and lead her out of the elevator, not even paying attention to the people who are staring at us with disgust on their faces. I don’t care what they think. I got to make Olive come again. I got to hear her sexy voice as she screamed. I got to feel her body one last time.
I watch Olive breathing quickly while we wait for the valet to bring my car around. She is still breathing hard and fast five minutes later when we both climb into the car. Her cat immediately curls up into a circle in her lap, feeling perfectly comfortable in my car.
I start driving, already knowing exactly where we’re going, but I know that Olive is going to ask me soon where we are going.
“Where are we going?” she asks just a second later when she realizes I’m not heading in the direction of her apartment.
“Vegas.”
“We can’t go to Vegas! We have to work…the company. I don’t have any clothes or things packed. I’m wearing pajamas, for Christ’s sake!”
I grin. “Are you finished?”
She frowns. “No, I’m not finished. My life isn’t like yours. I just can’t up and decide to leave. I have people who rely on me. I need to work for money, unlike some people.”
I pull out my phone, pressing one of my assistant’s numbers. When she answers, I say, “I need you to go to Olive’s apartment and gather her things to go to Vegas for a few days. And then I need you to go to my condo and do the same thing. Make sure the jet is ready to go in an hour.”
I hang up the phone without waiting for her to respond because I already know that it’s going to be done. That’s her job to make sure that she gets done whatever I tell her to.
“There. Does that make you happy?”
“No, it doesn’t make me happy. How will your assistant know what to bring me?”
“Because it’s her job to know things like that. You will have everything you need and everything your cat needs to go to Vegas for a couple of days.”
“Why are we going to Vegas? What’s so important that we need to go there? Because I can already see, you’re slipping on your rule about having sex only one time.”
I frown. “Don’t worry; I won’t slip up again—at least, not until you know everything important there is to know about me.”
She raises an eyebrow. “And what is that?”
I look at her. “I’m going to show you what I do for a living.”
That will solve the problem. When she knows what I do for a living, she’ll hate me again.
“And I’m going to give you your final lesson before I make my decision about if you’re right for the manager job.”
If she doesn’t decide to leave first.
14
Olive
I try not to care about the fact that Sean is basically kidnapping me or that I don’t get a say in my life with him any more than I did with Owen. I should learn my lesson and take back control. Let Sean know that he doesn’t get to control me. Let him know that no one controls my life but me.
But there is a difference between giving up control to Sean versus Owen. The difference is, I kind of like it when Sean takes control, whereas I hated it when Owen did. When Sean takes control, I know that he has my best interests at heart while Owen couldn’t have cared less. Plus, Sean helped me get rid of Owen and get my cat back. I should go along with him to thank him.
But the real reason I’m going along with his crazy plan is because he told me that I’d get to find out what he does for a living. I know curiosity can lead me down dangerous paths. I just hope that my curiosity doesn’t get me into too much trouble this time.
Sean pulls up in front of a building near an airport. I didn’t really believe him when he told his assistant to get the jet ready. I thought maybe he just meant to get us a flight to Vegas. I didn’t believe that Sean actually owned a jet. I’m still not convinced yet that he does. Maybe we’re just catching a ride on someone else’s small plane.
But an employee comes running out of the building. He opens my door and helps me out of the car.
“Mr. Burrows, your plane should be ready to depart in about twenty minutes. The crew is already here, going through all the usual safety checks and preparing the plane. Your assistant just arrived with your luggage. So, if you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to your luggage to ensure you have everything before you board,” the man says to Sean, both men ignoring me.
I hold on to my cat as I follow the men into the building and then into another room where there are at least half a dozen suitcases on the floor. My eyes widen at the sight of so many suitcases, but none of them are mine. Maybe the three bright pink ones are supposed to be mine, but I don’t own any suitcases like that.
“I’ll give you a few moments to make sure you have everything you need before the flight,” the man who still hasn’t introduced himself to me says before leaving.
“You can change if you want, or you can stay in pajamas and change later on the plane. It really doesn’t matter. Whatever makes you most comfortable,” Sean says.
“I’m not sure your assistant went to the right apartment. These aren’t my suitcases.”
Sean rolls his eyes and then bends down. He opens the first suitcase, and it mostly contains my clothes. “She probably just used some new bags because yours weren’t suitable.”
I frown as I walk over and start digging through the suitcase to find a pair of jeans and a shirt to wear. “My suitcases were perfectly fine,” I say angrily even though I know that’s not the truth.
I own one duffel bag that has a decent-sized hole in it, and that’s it. Nothing that even comes close to being called luggage by Sean’s standards. But I don’t want Sean to know that I have no money for things like suitcases.
I find some pants and shirts that aren’t mine. “Some of these clothes aren’t mine.”
Sean shrugs. “My assistant might have picked up some additional clothes for you to wear.”
I frown. “And why would she have done that? I thought this was going to be a short trip. Why do we need so many clothes?”
“I’m sure she just wanted to make sure you had plenty of options. Your regular clothes are fine.”
I stand up and walk to the door to go find a restroom to change in. I’m not changing in front of him right now with him bossing me around and thinking my things aren’t good enough.
“Watch my cat while I change,” I say as I leave, hoping that my cat is just still breathing when I return.
I change quickly, feeling much more normal when I’m wearing actual clothes instead of pajamas. Back in the room, I put my pajamas into the suitcase while Sean stares at me. It takes me a second to notice, but he’s cuddling my cat in his arms, gently stroking her head absentminde
dly, while he stares at me. I walk over to him, giving him a small smile as I take the cat out of his arms.
“Well, I’m glad that at least Milo likes you.”
Sean smiles.
“Are you ready to board the plane?” the employee from earlier asks as he pokes his head into the room.
“Yes,” Sean says, looking over at me.
I nod slowly. Sean walks over and puts his hand on the small of my back, like I have found that he often does. He guides me out of the room and then out of the building to where I see a jet waiting for us.
I look from it and back to Sean. “Do you really own this plane?” I ask about the huge jet sitting in front of us.
Sean shrugs. “Yes, it’s really mine. It’s not a big deal. Really.”
Owning a jet is a big deal, I think.
Sean leads me up the stairs and onto the plane. When we get on, I realize just how much of a big deal it really is. The plane is bigger than my apartment. I stop in the doorway, unable to move, not sure if I can handle going on a trip with someone who has a vastly different amount of wealth than me.
“What is it?” Sean asks.
“It’s just so big.”
Sean laughs. “I’m glad that size impresses you.”
We both laugh as I walk further onto the plane. There are several regular chairs toward the front, followed by a small dining area, and then a door labeled Bedroom at the back. I turn back and look at Sean.
“No,” he says before taking a seat in one of the chairs at the front.
I narrow my eyes at him as I take a seat next to him. I buckle my seat belt, just like he does. I put Milo down on the ground, letting him explore his new surroundings before we take off.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I mean, no. I can already tell what you’re thinking. What your body is saying. You don’t hide your feelings when it comes to what you want.”
“And what do I want?” I whisper.
Sean grins. “You want me to take you to the back room, tie you up, and do something crazier than you’ve ever done before. Fuck you on this plane and make you feel things that only I can make you feel. That’s what you want, but the answer is no.”
I frown, hating his answer, but then maybe, once we’re up in the air, I’ll be able to convince him.
“No,” Sean says again.
“What this time?” I ask.
“No. You aren’t going to convince me. I don’t care if you strip naked in front of me. I’m not going to fuck you on this plane.”
I pout. What good is it to be fucking your boss if you don’t even get to fuck him on his private jet?
Sean shakes his head. “I’ll fuck you on the way back if you still want me to then.”
I smile and sink back into the chair as the captain boards the plane, explaining all the safety features and how long it’ll take to get to Vegas. Then, he enters the cockpit, leaving us alone in the back.
Vegas. We’re going to Vegas.
I’m excited to be going to a city that I’ve never been to before. Even though Vegas isn’t on the top of my list of places to visit, I’ll take it. And I get to find out what Sean does for a living. Since we’re going to Vegas, I have some pretty good guesses at what Sean does. He owns a casino, strip club, or hotel chain. It has to be something like that.
Our plane takes off, and I close my eyes, trying to rest since I won’t be able to get Sean to fuck me on the plane. But then I look over at Sean, who is studying me with a worried expression on his face. I don’t know what he has to worry about. He’s a businessman who deals with what I’m sure is some level of shady business, just like every other millionaire on this earth. Whatever it is, it isn’t going to make me change how I feel about him, and that’s what scares me. I care about him a lot more than I should.
15
Sean
Olive slept the entire plane ride while I was a complete wreck. It’s a feeling I rarely feel, and I don’t plan on feeling it ever again. She slept calm and peacefully, not even realizing what her future holds. I know exactly what my future holds, and although I know it is for the best for both of us, I hate that I’ll have to let her go so soon.
I was really a mess through the whole plane ride. I don’t think Olive knew that, or if she did, she didn’t let on. She just slept like an angel while I tried to ingrain her memory forever into my head. She probably thought it was helping us both to resist temptation if she slept, but all it did was make my desire for her worse. Ever since she gave me that look when she saw the bedroom on the plane, I’ve been going crazy, trying to keep my hands off her.
I’ll admit that I’ve used the bedroom numerous times before. In fact, it’s the main reason that I bought the plane. But I’ve never wanted to take a woman over my shoulder, carry her to the back of the plane, and fuck her. But fucking her wouldn’t solve anything. I would just want to fuck her again and again and again and again. Because fucking her once didn’t satisfy me. Fucking her twice didn’t satiate me. Fucking her three times will just make me want her more.
Thank God the stress of what I’m about to do will distract me from how much I want to fuck her. But I can’t help but notice how beautiful and curious Olive is, riding in the car from the airport to my place. Her eyes are glued on all the shiny lights, buildings, and people as we turn onto the Vegas strip.
“Have you ever been to Vegas before?” I ask even though I already know the answer from how excited she is to see everything. It’s clear she’s never been here before.
“I’ve barely ever left the state of Illinois. The only other major trip I’ve taken was an eighth-grade field trip to Washington DC. I saved all my babysitting money for a year in order to go on the trip.”
I suck in a breath. It makes it so much harder, and it is going to be so much more shocking to her when she finds out what I do. She is so innocent and pure. So different than what my life is.
Even though I know I should be distancing myself from her, I can’t help but ask her, “If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be?”
“Everywhere,” she says with a smile on her face.
It kind of shocks me that the girl that has barely ever left Chicago wants to travel everywhere, yet she hasn’t. She hasn’t traveled anywhere, not really, not on her own. It makes me more curious than ever as to why she’s stayed with Jamie when it’s clear that Jamie doesn’t pay her what she’s worth.
Yes, there are some leadership skills that Olive lacks, mainly the need for brutal honesty and forcefulness, but with a little nourishment, she’s already shown that she can grow, and it’s clear that she has the skills to be anything she wants.
So, again, I ask a question that I shouldn’t want to know the answer to, “Why do you keep working for Jamie? It’s clear you’re destined for much greater things. Jamie doesn’t even pay you what you’re worth.”
Olive’s eyes drop as she thinks back to a memory that I’m afraid is much darker than I’m ready to hear. “Because she saved me, and I owe her.”
I blink as I try to remember Jamie ever telling me about saving Olive, but I can’t remember anything.
“Whatever she did for you isn’t enough for you to stay in a job where you aren’t growing.”
“But it is,” is all she says before turning her eyes back out into the bright lights.
She’s clearly not going to tell me exactly what Jamie did to save her. That’s okay. She doesn’t have to tell me. I’ll find out from Jamie. She tells me everything, and I know she’ll tell me this as well.
We ride in silence while the lights get brighter and then finally softer as we turn from the excitement of the strip to the business area of town where I work and live. My driver pulls up in front of the tall building, and Olive’s eyes immediately go up and down the huge skyscraper.
“Do you live or work here?” she asks.
“Both.”
She looks back at the building, studying it, trying to figure out how I could do both.
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“Most of the floors are offices or places where the business is run, except for the top floor. That is where my personal condo is. I like being close to my work.”
The driver opens Olive’s door, and she stares back at Milo, who is sound asleep between us.
“Leave him. I’ll have my staff take him up and get him settled into my condo. I need to show you what I do first before we head up to my condo.”
Olive nods, but I can finally see the hint of anxiety in her eyes. She is just as nervous to find out what I do as I am to tell her.
I climb out of the car and walk over to her side, linking my fingers with hers to hold her hand. It feels so good, holding her hand like this, most likely for the last time.
I lead her into the building and over to the elevator that opens automatically when I press the button. We walk inside, both anxious as we enter an elevator again. Both thinking about the last time we were in an elevator together, wishing that we could go back to that place, but we can’t.
But I can bring one quick moment back. I kiss her one last time. Our lips connect as we ride up the three floors, and that’s all it takes for our breathing to become even again, our hearts to stop beating so rapidly, and our world to be okay again. One kiss, and everything’s okay again.
But, a second later, the elevator doors open, and I don’t hesitate because I know, if I hesitate, I won’t go through with it. I take her hand, and I pull her out of the elevator and into my world.
I look around as I see everyone walking around, staying busy and trying to make things happen. Today is a great time to take Olive here because she gets to see exactly what goes on here.
But I’m not here to ensure that everyone is working hard like they should be. I’m here to see how Olive reacts.
Her eyes grow large as she takes everything in. The amount of people in the room, the cameras, and then finally the naked people. I expect her quick, immediate response to be painful for me, but it’s not how she reacts. She takes her time studying everything, taking it in and trying to understand.