“Looks like we'll be meeting up tomorrow for lunch.”
“Oh, my!” Kaitlyn said dramatically. “He sounds so charming! And rugged!” She struck a dramatic pose from her seat in her lounge chair and grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Just remember that it technically isn't prostitution if you get paid for the secretarial duties while you're fucking him!” she cackled.
Angela rolled her eyes.
Shame she didn't have another pillow nearby to throw at her.
* * * *
As he hung up the phone, David grinned to himself. She was absolutely interested, in both the job he was going to offer her, and him as a person. This was going to be an even easier sell than he had hoped it would be. She might play a little hard to get with him when it comes to potentially getting into some sort of intimate relationship with him, but he was David Westley, and he always got what he wanted.
Except for his fucking assistant to answer her phone, evidently.
He gave up trying to get a hold of her in favor of pulling his keys from his pocket and walking over to the windows. Calling his personal driver, he walked to the elevator and rode it down to the main level. On his way out toward the door to the parking garage, he bade his employees a good night as he passed them and went to his car, where his driver was pulled up to the curb, engine running and ready to go.
“Charles, have I mentioned that you're one of my favorite people in the world?”
“It's come up now and again, sir,” came the response from the front of the car as they began to drive back to David's home. “Who am I picking up this time, and where?”
David laughed. “She sent me her address. She'll be working for me as my assistant soon, so I want her to get to know you.”
“Your assistant, sir?” Charles asked as they pulled out of the parking garage and drove onto the street, heading home. “But I thought you already had an assistant. Do you need another one?”
“My current assistant isn't answering her phone,” he said sourly. “And, frankly, she has been distracted lately and hasn't been the best assistant, Charles. She's getting replaced.”
“Excellent, sir,” he said as he turned onto David's street. “Has she already accepted the position?”
“Oh, don't you worry,” he said as he stared out the window. “She will.”
* * * *
Morning came, and with it, the chance to tart herself up and get ready for her big interview continuation today. Well, that, and potentially starting a new job. There's always that. Lots of things to be looking forward to, she thought to herself as she hauled herself out of her bed and walked to the shower to start her day. After starting the shower and letting the water heat up, she shed her pajamas and stepped in.
Water poured from jets on opposite walls in the walk-in shower as she stepped in, and she all but moaned when the hot water began to work on her aching and tired muscles. For a while, she simply stood there, letting the water race down her creamy bronze skin in rivulets, before finally forcing herself to lather her hair and body, scrubbing away the last of her sleepiness.
Finally, she emerged from the shower infinitely grateful that she felt more awake than when she went in. Brushing her hair out and making her way to her closet, she began to scan the clothes hung there to try and find something suitable for a fancy restaurant. Settling on a cap sleeved, off the shoulder sheath dress made of soft, shimmering navy fabric, she plucked it out of the closet and set it on the bed. Rummaging through her drawers, she eventually found some black lacy slips of nothing to wear as a bra and thong set, and set to work dressing herself.
Her makeup, now more of an alluring smoky eye with full burgundy lips, was put on with relative swiftness, despite the fact that it had been a while since she'd used more than a little eyeliner. Satisfied with how she looked so far, she let her steadily drying chestnut hair fluff out, letting the natural gentle waves frame her face flatteringly while she picked out a pair of shoes. Settling on a pair of black kitten heels, she stepped into them, giving herself a once over in the mirror.
The smoky black eyeshadow highlighted her cheekbones, and brought out the bright gold flecks in her eyes. The dress swathed her figure in a rich navy fabric, accentuating her voluptuous curves. Overall, she found herself satisfied with what the mirror showed her, and she stepped out of her room to make some tea and wait for the car to arrive.
Thankfully, she didn't need to wait long, as she had slept in a bit later than normal; at exactly one thirty, a shiny black car that looked like it cost more than she made in a year pulled up to her house, and a gentleman she had never met before stepped out of the driver's door.
“Miss Angela Parker?” he asked politely, and she nodded. “Marvelous, I'm Mr. Westley's driver, and I'm here to escort you to your appointment.”
“Oh, um,” she blushed. “Thank you very much.”
He opened her car door for her, and let her step inside before shutting the door behind her and getting back into the driver's seat. The drive to the restaurant was quick. She and Kaitlyn didn't live terribly far from downtown, where all the best restaurants and clubs were, so she didn't have long to dwell on her thoughts before the driver was helping her out of the car and she was stepping inside of the restaurant. To her surprise, David was waiting for her at the entrance of the establishment, checking his phone. She blinked in surprise at him a moment before clearing her throat and getting his attention.
“Ah, there you are!” he said, flashing her a dazzling smile. “So glad you could make it! I hope Charles wasn't too rough of a driver,” he laughed as he guided her to their private table.
Man, the perks of owning the place, she thought as she took her seat.
“I took the liberty of ordering some starting salads for the both of us, but once the waitress comes back, please, order anything you'd like.”
“Thank you, David. In the meantime, how about we finish up the interview? Then, we can move on to...talks.”
“Of course,” he grinned salaciously at her. “Please, feel free to ask away.”
* * * *
As she continued to ask mundane questions about his business and how he managed to climb the corporate ladder, he took the time to give her easy answers, and take in her appearance. Her dress was alluringly tight on her curvaceous form, and the deep blue fabric of it was a stark contrast to her creamy pale skin. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders in gentle waves, and he felt his arousal spike, his eyes predatory as they roved over her. Judging by the way that she steadily flushed more and more as the interview wore on, she knew it, too.
“Was there anything else that we needed to cover today, or could we move right on to more,” he leaned in a little bit more, resting his forearms on the table, “personal matters.” He grinned when he saw the way she squirmed in her seat, and wondered how turned on she was at this very moment.
“Ah,” she said breathily. “I think that's enough for now,” she said as she put away her recorder. “I did want to talk about your offer.” She squirmed again. “If that's still on the table?”
“Oh, it definitely is,” he said as he leaned back casually. He had her now, he knew it, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he had her physically, to boot. “Now, I'll be clear,” he took a sip of his water. “I want to bring you on as my personal assistant.” He set his glass down. “I'll pay you handsomely, I think you'll find.” He pulled out a contract from inside his suit jacket and handed it to her to look over. “And please note that these terms are perfectly negotiable.” He watched her gape like a fish as she read over the contract.
“This...” she struggled for words. “This is...incredibly generous, Mr. Westley-”
“David,” he corrected.
“David,” she nodded. “I…I don't know what to say!”
“Say yes,” he said with a grin. “And come back to my place for a celebration.” Her eyes widened in surprise. She had probably not expected him to be quite so bold, but he liked to play all of his cards on the table.
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“To what end?”
“Any end that you'd like,” he said with a grin. “We can just have champagne and a laugh at how it came to this, or,” he leaned in conspiratorially, “I can make you see stars.” He leaned back against the booth again. “The choice is yours, and I'll leave it up to you. If you want to, just tell Charles to bring you to my place, and we'll see where the chips fall.”
* * * *
All throughout the rest of the lunch, she was driven to distraction by the promise in his tone. Their conversation was light and flirtatious after that, and the food was divine, but even as she reached the car, she warred with what she wanted to say, and what she should say. She had signed her contract with David, and she was going to start with him just as soon as the article she was writing was published, but her thoughts beyond that were a jumble.
“Ah, was your lunch satisfactory, miss?” the driver, Charles, as David had called him, asked as she neared.
“It was divine, thank you for asking, Charles.”
“Oh! He told you my name!” He seemed positively pleased with that. “He must like you!” He helped her into her seat and got back to the driver's seat himself. “Where to, Miss Angela?”
She swallowed, and gave her answer.
* * * *
“So, decided, have we?” he asked once she'd ascended the luxurious marble stairs. She took in a shuddering breath and nodded.
“Yes,” she looked into his eyes, those stunning green gardens of emotion, and found certainty in her answer through what she saw there. “I want to see where things go with us.”
“Then,” he swept her closer, arms locking around her waist and into her hair, “what on earth are we still doing outside?” He pulled the door open and guided her in with a gentle hand on the small of her back. The place was dimly lit by moonlight and little else, and from what she could see of it, contained well-designed furnishings and was immaculately clean. She turned to face him at the sound of the door shutting. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he said with a sweep of his arm and a broad grin.
“I think it's lovely,” she answered truthfully. Feeling bold, she stepped forward and leaned into him, resting a hand on his chest. “But I didn't come in to appraise your interior decorating, now did I?” she said with a flirty tone.
“I would certainly hope not,” he said, and crashed his mouth against hers with all the passion they had let build between them.
In a tangle of hands and lips, with the gnash of teeth against flesh sending shivers up their spines, Angela simply let the waves of her desire crash over her as they fumbled to remove clothing. His shirt was the first to go, the buttons undone with military efficiency, and soon he was shrugging it off and leaving it to pool on the floor as he worked on pulling her dress over her head when he couldn't find a zipper.
Angela gasped when the cool air hit her skin, her flesh breaking out in goose bumps both from anticipation and the chill. David's eyes roved over her, their emerald irises clouding over in a flurry of desire, or desperation, or both, as his hands mapped the curves from her breasts to her hips, as if committing them to memory. She shivered as she worked his belt free and managed to unbutton his trousers, waiting for him to kick them off and cast them aside.
“Fuck, you're gorgeous like this, Angela.” His mouth went to work assaulting her neck, nipping and sucking at the flesh he found there like he was marking her as his. Her knees wobbled at the sensation. “But I need this,” he tugged at one of the straps of her bra with his teeth, “off of you. Now.” He brushed the straps down her shoulders and coaxed the flimsy thing down her figure to join their already discarded clothing on the floor, and it wasn't long before his boxers followed behind. She stepped out of her heels and kicked them off to the side, then she pulled back just enough for them to appreciate each other.
Taking a long look, Angela saw that he did, in fact, have positively rippling muscles all throughout his body, with just enough toning to give his body an alluring frame without making him incredibly bulky. He rumbled his approval of her fingertips mapping out a path between twitching muscles, his skin pleasantly warm and firm under her ministrations. His hips jerked, and she felt his swollen manhood press deliciously against the cleft of her thigh, long and thick and eager, and she felt the warmth in her gut begin to boil at the thought of how it would feel buried in her core.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her gauzy panties and tugged them down, drawing her closer as his mouth began to massage itself against hers again. She shivered pleasantly at his calloused fingertips exploring the expanse of her exposed backside, cupping and kneading the supple flesh found there. David coaxed her to step backwards until the small of her back hit his plush, luxurious bed. Once she was met with that resistance, his hands cupped her rear firmly and lifted her, setting her down on its incredibly soft surface and coaxing her to lay back.
“David,” she moaned when he palmed her ample breast in his hand, his other keeping occupied by trailing down to feel her heat. His thumb brushed over her pebbled nipple, and she gasped at the sensation of the lace pulling taught from his movements.
Angela had to bite her lip to keep from keening too loudly when the hand that had traveled south finally pushed against the dark curls between her thighs, and gently began to part her folds. Fingers that had clearly done this before began to slowly work their way inside her, letting her body take them in at their own pace until his thumb could comfortably brush against her womanly pearl. She mewled against his mouth when he began to work pussy, the heat coiling taught in her belly, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she climaxed. She could feel her juices leaking out of her, slicking his fingers and making it easier to bring her pleasure to a peak. It wasn't much longer before the coil finally snapped, and he circled his thumb around the bud of her flower in time with the crests of each wave of her orgasm, letting her ride it out gently.
Pulling his fingers out of her, he pulled his mouth from hers. After a few moments, he glanced down to his throbbing erection, positioning it so that it lined up with her entrance, and with one hard thrust, fully seated himself inside of her tight channel. His teeth sunk into her shoulder to stifle a groan, and she gasped at the nearly forgotten sensation of feeling so incredibly full. She wiggled a little to accommodate the rest of his length, allowing him to bury himself to the hilt.
Though the few moments of stillness felt like an eternity, she all but wailed when he began to move against her, sliding out nearly entirely before driving himself back into her with a snap of his hips. He panted her name once he had set a steady pace where it could be drawn out as long as possible, and she felt the heat that hadn't quite left begin to tighten again.
“Don't stop, oh don't stop, oh, oh, oh-!” she gasped against his mouth when he began to pick up his pace, angling his hips in just the right way to brush against that hyper sensitive bundle of nerves again.
He grunted with the effort to hold out longer, needing her to come undone again before he could find his own orgasm.
“Come for me, Angela, come on, come for me, baby.” He snaked a hand between them, thumb pressing against her clit again, and she clenched around his sizable length, shutting her eyes against the stars that clouded her vision when she found her second orgasm. He followed her soon after, crying out hoarsely against her collarbone. He thrust into her once, twice, three times more before his hips stilled, and he found his breath again.
They stayed there for a few moments, entwined and panting against one another, until David reluctantly slid out of her. He went into the bathroom on shaky legs to grab a wash cloth and wet it in the sink to bring her to clean with. When they were both relatively clear of fluids, they began to dress each other with a slow reverence, kisses pressed here and there in between adding layers of clothing to their bodies.
“Stay the night,” he said, like it was an invitation that she couldn't refuse, not that she wanted to, anyway.
“I'd be delighted to,” she said easily.
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His phone rang, and he checked it before sighing.
“Excuse me a moment. Duty calls, and all that,” he said as he rose and left the room. Just then, she got a text message on her phone. Pulling it out and seeing that Kaitlyn had sent her a picture, she opened it. Upon looking at the picture, her jaw fell open, and she dropped her phone.
It was a picture of today's paper, with the headline, 'Westley Entertainment Assistant found dead in River!'
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“My apologies,” David said as he returned to the bedroom. Angela hastily backed out of her messages and turned to face him. “But something's come up, and it seems the folks back at the office can't do a thing without me!”
His smile was almost too tight, like he was keeping something from her, and immediately, her suspicions spiked, and her thoughts were instantly pulled to the picture of the news headline. Was he needed to address it, and nothing more? Or was it because he had an active role in what had happened to the poor girl? She didn't know, but her sleuth's instincts were on high alert as she scrutinized him, despite the mind blowing sex that they just had.
“Sure,” she said, rather than outright accuse him with no evidence. “We can always reschedule for later.”
“Of course,” he said with a nod. “Charles will drive you home.” He walked over and pressed a kiss into her hair before tilting her head up and kissing her deeply.
She sighed into the kiss, and allowed herself to enjoy it before he pulled away and walked to the door.
“I'll be in touch soon,” he said as he left the room like nothing had happened.
Irked, but not in a position to really say anything about it, as it they had only just embarked on this relationship together, she adjusted her clothing in a less haphazard manner and slipped her shoes on.
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