by Amber Heart
Oh no! I’ve been staring at him through the mirror and I hadn’t even realized. Quickly I turn my head away, blushing. What must he think of me? Yet, my eyes wander back and he smiles at me with a sexy, lopsided grin. I give a little smile back at his reflection, hoping he doesn’t think me too forward. My eyes drop back to my shoes. If I stare at them my confidence will return, and I can forget about the guy I’m eying up in the elevator. How embarrassing.
The elevator door dings and opens, thank goodness I can escape, it’s my floor. Quickly, I dash out into a thick carpeted reception. I feel my handsome stranger’s eyes following me, so I give a little shimmy as I walk. He is, after all, one hello of a handsome hunk. I can’t help but wonder who I it is that I’m staring at, so intently. Poor guy, I hope I never bump into him again.
Well, here I am, my new location of work, I take in a deep breath of air and look at my surroundings. Behind the reception desk I can see a large open plan office floor.
“Ruby, glad you took up our offer,” I hear a male voice greeting me from behind. As I turn around, I see it is the guy who interviewed me. He’s not bad looking, but too small for my type. I have long legs so I like my guys to tower over me, he doesn’t.
“Hi, Tony,” I say, showing my teeth in an exaggerated grin. I want to look keen to join everyone. “This looks like a busy office.”
“Yeah, we are, but that’s a good thing. Busy means money, Ruby, busy means money, he says, rubbing his fingers together.”
I follow him obediently. We pass by countless desks with unknown faces. I’m sure they all know each other, it’s me who’s the stranger here. Some glance up and smile as I pass them by, others only look at me only half interested.
“Here we go,” my boss says, stopping at a bank of desks, one of them unoccupied. This here’s Lucy and she’ll help you get settled in.” With that he turns and leaves.
“Hi,” I introduce myself to the woman sat in front of me. She’s quite attractive, about my age, slim build and pert breasts. What stands out the most on her is her bright red hair, it’s so very bright that I’m taken aback a little, and just stand and stare. Then I realize what I’m doing, staring again.
“Oh, I’m really sorry,” I apologise.
“It’s okay,” she smiles back at me. “I often get that reaction. People think I’m unique and that’s good by me.”
“Here, “she says, pulling out a chair. “You can sit next to me. That handsome hunk opposite is Ben, my boyfriend, and over here is Annabelle. We’re a small team.”
Putting my bag down, I sit in the offered chair, and we all greet one another. My first impression is that Annabelle has an irritating laugh, and I don’t like the idea of two of the team in a relationship. That’s cause for concern. Anyway, I settle in and Lucy starts showing me how to boot up my computer. My first work day begins.
Chapter Two
“Let’s go get lunch,” Ben said to Lucy.
I was quite pleased, I’d managed to make it to midday without falling asleep. All I’m doing is watching and observing, it’s so boring, I just want to get stuck in. I know it must be done so I can learn the ropes, but I need stimulation to keep my mind active. A good strong cup of coffee should do the trick and keep me awake for more of the same this afternoon.
“Why don’t you come with us, Ruby, we’ll show you the company leisure floor, where we sometimes go hang out.
I follow behind as the two puppy lovers make their way to the elevator. Well, I do need to learn my away around this huge building.
We go inside the elevator and it brings to mind my encounter with the hunky, handsome guy this morning. We descend down to floor twenty and when I step outside the elevator, I’m confronted with a huge food hall, it’s more like the many food counters in a shopping mall.
“Wow, this is just for the company we work for?” I ask, amazed.
“Disons Inc. is a huge corporate business,” Ben says. “You do know it takes up the entire building, yeah?”
“Forty floors all belonging to one business?” I ask, a little surprised.
“Yeah, Disons has its fingers in lots of pies, though I can’t say I know what it does on some of the floors.”
“Some of them are like a hotel, for business guests,” Lucy joined in the conversation.
“Oh, and some of them are to do with finance and banking. Loans and stuff like that for mortgages,” Ben added.
We exit the elevator and enter what I can only describe as a huge food hall, with many counters, all serving different types of food.
“You choose which kinda food you want,” Ruby tells me, smiling at my astonished face.
“Wow, I didn’t realize it was such a large business,” I say, joining the queue for coffee and a pretzel.
“If your impressed with this, you should see the gym, on the other side of this floor, it has a swimming pool,” Lucy continued. “You’ll soon get to know your way around, all facilities are open to all staff, only we don’t have access to anything above floor thirty eight. Mr Di Rocco has his penthouse apartment on the fortieth floor, and the executive suite is on floor thirty nine, far too classy for the likes of us.”
“What if we go by accident?” I ask, curious about the mysterious floors.
“Nah, you can’t, you need a special card to get up there. Come on, it’s our turn to get served,” Ben nudged me on and I turned around to order my lunch. “You pay for the food using your lunch card. Did you get one? We all get so many credits for the hours we work.”
“Yes, I did, but I wasn’t sure how to use it,” I reply, searching through my bag for the card. “Thanks guys for showing me the ropes around here. I can see it’s gonna take me awhile.”
We find a booth and eat our free lunch. I think I’m going to like this place.
“How do I join the gym or go for a swim?” I ask, tempted with this option, I used to have gym membership but it became too expensive to keep up. I like to keep my body fit and in good shape.
“No need to join, you’re automatically a member because you work here. Just show your company ID card,” Lucy smiled back at me, happy to give me such good news.
“I was in the elevator with an executive this morning, I think,” I say, as part of our small talk.
“You sure? They usually go up in their own elevator,” Ben said, looking puzzled.
“What did he look like?” Lucy asked curiously, probably wondering who would ride the elevator with the general staff.
“Oh, he was dishy, sort of Italian looking,” I smiled, remembering his lopsided grin. Then I had a strange little memory of his tight crotch. Oh no, when I was staring at him my eyes must have wandered over his body, how embarrassing.
“Well, the company is Italian, but I don’t know who it was, there are loads of Europeans working up there.”
“Disons doesn’t sound very Italian, does it?” I ask.
“No, his name is Niccolò Di Rocco, but they Westernized the name to mean Di and sons, giving us Disons. I think their dad, or their granddad, or someone further back started the company. He’s the main guy, we all call him Nic, but he has brothers too, who run the company with him. They even have their own vineyards over in Italy. They’re quite a family,” Lucy informs me.
“Wow, who’d have known,” I say, speechless. “I work for dishy Italians.”
“Yeah, well, they don’t mix with girls like us,” Lucy tells me, looking a little disappointed herself. “That’s why I put up with Ben,” she continues, ignoring Ben’s exaggerated hurt look. “I’ve seen some of the brothers, and the women with them are very classy. I’ve heard the boss himself is picky, and still unmarried.”
“Just imagine if it was him I saw,” I say to myself, out loudly.
“Hey girl, with those shoes, he might think you’re rich. They must have cost you a month’s salary,” Lucy laughs, and although I laugh with her, I feel a little tingling between my legs at the memory of the dishy Italian from lift this morning.
C
hapter Three
The afternoon proves much the same, me sitting staring into space and thinking erotic thoughts about an Italian billionaire. I’m not sure what has come over me, but I just cant seem to get him out of my mind. I feel a quiver between my legs, I really have to stop this. Perhaps a quick relief in the ladies room might help me focus my attention on work.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I tell Lucy, who nods her head in acknowledgment.
I stroll through the large open plan office, this place is like an ant colony. Every one has a job to do, and they’re all busily rushing around. Maybe I should have stayed in the suburbs in my little retail job, because I feel lost in this place.
Now, I can’t even remember where the ladies room is, so I’m trying to look as though I know where I’m going, and that’s when I bump straight into the back of dark suited guy. Oh boy, he’s gonna think I’m such a klutz. Then he turns around and there he is, my dream man, talking to my boss. They’re both stood chatting, right in front of the bathroom doors. I can’t go in there now.
“I’m so sorry,” I stutter, with a certain my embarrassment written all over my face.
Mr hunk gives me one of his lopsided smiles.
“Oh, Nic, this is Ruby Moore, she’s just started with us today,” my boss introduces me, and I feel my face flush even more.
I wish the floor would open up and swallow me. I have a sudden panic that he can read my mind and knows exactly why I’m going to the bathroom. Actually just the thought of that sends a quiver into my pussy and I can feel a distinct dampness in my panties. Looking at him again I was right, he is just as handsome as I had perceived him to be in the elevator.
He gently takes my hand, which I slowly hold out to him, and shakes my fingers.
“Ruby, this Niccolò Di Rocco, the CEO of Disons,” my boss says, proudly.
“How has your day been so far, Ruby?” Nic asks me.
I feel my knees weakening and my fingers tremble in his large, masculine hands. My mind is a blur and I can’t think what to reply to his question.
“You have an amazing company, sir,” I say, rather feebly. “My lunch was quite an experience, thank you.”
Then he puts my slender fingers in-between both of his and looks into my eyes, “Let me know if you need anything, Ruby,” he says my name with such a deep sexy tone, and I feel a little disappointed when he releases my hand. I’m like putty in his hands and I find it hard to open my mouth in reply.
They walk off together, and I remain standing there, frozen to the spot, in a dizzy daze. Air, I need some fresh air, I must get out of this place. I’m too many floors up, I need the ground. I dash to the elevator and the doors are just about to shut, but I make it just in time. To my horror, and discomfort, Mr Handsome CEO is in there, and all alone. I nearly jump straight back out but the doors close behind me, and I’m trapped in there with him.
“Are you well, Ruby? You look quite pale,” he asks me.
He’s already put his private card into the slot that takes the elevator up to the executive level, and we begin to ascend. No, I think to myself, I’m not well, I feel suddenly very hot and the walls of the elevator are closing in on me. This is all to much and my head spins. The last thing I remember is seeing his concerned face before I crumple to the floor.
When I come around, I’m laying on a plush leather couch. I can tell someone is in the room with me, but my vision’s still blurry.
“Oh,” I say, confused. “Where am I?” I try to lift my head, but it sends my senses swimming again.
“You collapsed in the elevator,” a familiar voice says. “I carried you into this office.”
I feel a hand gently lift up my head, and a cup of cool water is placed on my lips. I take a sip. It’s refreshing so I reach out to hold the cup and the hands help me to sit up. Slowly my vision returns. That’s when I remember everything. OH NO!
“Ruby, are you not feeling any better?” It was his voice, the sexy CEO, he was speaking to me.
“I…I… I just felt so dizzy, I’m not sure why, but…” I say, weakly. “I wanted to get to the bottom level and put my feet on the floor. I’m not sure I can work so high up.”
“Shall I send for the paramedics, sir?” I hear a woman’s voice ask.
“No, I think Ruby just needs time to adjust,” I hear him say. “Shut the door behind you, Jessica. I’ll sit with Ruby until she feels better.”
“You sure you don’t want me to do that, sir?” Jessica asks.
“No, I’ve finished for the day anyway.”
I hear the door close but I’m still feeling woozy. I didn’t know that I had a problem with heights. I sit up and slowly sip my water, but I can’t open my eyes as the light seems too bright. That’s when I feel a warmth, stroking at my feet.
“You have excellent taste in shoes, Ruby,” he says to me.
“Thank you, sir. It’s my one weakness. I like expensive shoes,” I admit.
What am I doing talking about shoes to my CEO? Well, it is a subject I’m comfortable with, so it’s as good as any to bring me round and get me out of here. What must my boss think of me, now?
Chapter Four
“I have rather a weakness or fetish, for a long, female leg in a beautiful shoe. You have ticked all my boxes,” he says, running his long fingers up the inside of my calf. He stops at my knee, then bends down and kisses it, gently. “Are you recovered? I would not wish to take advantage of a beautiful young lady, unless she was willing.”
He stops his light kissing and looks up at me with a mischievous smile on his face. I’m still light headed and my will to resist is weak. I’m not even sure I want to resist. This is what I’ve been dreaming about all morning. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d be alone with this handsome, sexy man.
He’s already removed his expensive jacket, and my hand falls on his back. I can feel the warmth of his skin, and the firmness of his muscles, through his crisp, cotton shirt. I have a sudden urge to rip his tailor made shirt off his back, and run my nails across his skin. If only I was brave enough. Instead I show restraint and slowly close my legs together.
“I bought the shoes to celebrate my new job,” I say in a heavy breath and a little cough to clear my throat.
“You have good taste,” he says, as a deep whisper in my ear, sending shudders through my weakened body. “Is a woman who wears a pair of shoes that beautiful, a passionate woman, do you think?”
“Erm… I don’t…I don’t know, sir,” is all I can pant out as he nibbles at my ear lobe.
“Then let me lead the way, Ruby, and show you what those shoes really mean,” he says in a commanding voice.
His presence feels powerful and whilst I dare not refuse, I’m not sure that I want to. This is a domineering man, who expects to get his own way.
He kneels down on the carpeted floor and faces me, gliding his finger down the front buttons of my work blouse. My blouse quickly pops open exposing my red frilly bra, how did he undo them so deftly?
I have an attack of modesty and quickly cover my breasts with my arms, but his strong hands are soon pinning them back by my side. His grip is firm as he holds them there, and stares at my cleavage.
“Sei bellissima, voglio fare l'amore con te,” he whispers into my ear. I have no idea what it is says, but his husky, sexy Italian accent completely destroys any resolve I have.
Bending forward, he licks at the bare skin of my cleavage, and his tongue flickers on the lacy edging of my bra. His hand has slithered up my dress and I smell his musky aftershave, tantalizing my passions.
“Wait,” I say, in a meek, quiet voice.
“Do you not want this?” he asks me, again close to my ear.
I‘m not really sure what I want, I’m no prude and have had my fair share of sexual adventures, but I’d only just met this man and here I am, in his office, where anyone can walk in.
“Come now, Ruby, you are a grown woman with expensive tastes. Let me spoil you for what you deserve,
” he says, commandingly.
Saying nothing else he dips his head and presses his lips against mine, his tongue probes between my lips thrusts into my open mouth. He taste delicious and I can’t help myself as I let out a low moan of pleasure. His tongue does all the controlling and I follow his lead, my desires increasing every second. I should be down on the office floor, typing at a computer. Instead, I’m making love with the CEO, the man of my dreams.
I feel him licking my cheek and then nibbling at my ear lobe. My knees weaken even though I’m sat down. Suddenly my breasts are free. He bites hard on my nipple and though it hurts, it makes me ever more passionate. I try not to scream out, but I love it. I want more, more, I’m past caring about my dignity and honor, this man is doing things to me that are sending me wild.
He kneels upright and takes a hold of both of my wrists, holding them firmly behind my back and forcing my breasts upwards, my nipple buds touching his chest.
I want him to take me right here and now.
Yanking up my office skirt, he pulls down my red, lacy panties to reveal my lightly haired mound. I can see he likes what he sees as his tongue passes across his lips, leaving them slightly moist, and very kissable.
He stands to undress and I remain exactly where he left me, my arms behind my back as though tied there, tits pushed upwards, skirt bunched around my waist, and panties discarded on the floor. My legs are slightly open, showing the pink folds of my pussy, and I quiver at his salacious stare. I watch as he removes his shirt, his muscled chest and broad shoulders uncovered, he is one very sexy man with the body of a god. I stare, transfixed, as he unbuttons his pants and lets them drop to the floor, while he stands there in just his boxers. This as like my very own private strip show, and I can't tear my eyes away. His silk boxers are protruding at the front, straining against the size of his cock. It seems as if the world is moving in slow motion as he puts his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, and slowly pulls the down. I give a light gasp of pleasure as his cock springs free. Stiff and extended, it protrudes out of his body like a pole. The thick shaft entwined with purple veins, that lead the eye to its purple bulbous head. Its’ my turn now, to run my lips across my tongue. Oh my, he is huge, and I have a momentary fear that he might never fit that inside of me.