Still, the indifferent tone stung a little.
“Sure thing, sir,” she said, partially out of habit, partially to get used to having to call him, 'sir,' in more than just a sexual way. Evidently, he wasn't expecting that out of her in a professional setting, if the way that he raised a brow at her was any indication, but he opted to say nothing as she walked past him to go find him a fresh cup of coffee.
Heading down the elevator to the break area for staff, she found Alex and Linda there getting coffee for themselves before going about their daily business. They were chatting amicably as she approached to fill the cup David gave her for his coffee, and didn't notice her approaching until she quietly cleared her throat to announce that she was there. She didn't like interrupting their conversation, but she just needed to get to the coffee maker and make a pot of coffee so that they could all get some.
“I was just coming down to make some coffee,” she said quietly. “Would anyone like some?” She noticed that their cups were half empty, and the pot itself was empty entirely, probably due to some of the other staff members getting in and taking some coffee before they could get to it.
“Oh, that'd be wonderful!” Linda said with a bright smile. “We were just talking about how rude Darla was for taking all of what was left of the coffee for her own thermos and not leaving any for anyone else, or even replenishing the pot!”
“Is she just not a morning person?” Angela asked as she plucked a filter from the cabinet and set it inside the coffee maker. Alex snorted.
“I just don't think she's a nice person at all,” he said. “She's always been rude to us, but she's downright awful to anyone that reports directly to her.”
“Or anyone that's ever been Mr. Westley's assistant.” Angela looked up from measuring some grounds into the filtered coffee maker.
“Really? Why on earth would she be rude to any of them?” she asked as she went to the sink to fill the pot.
“Well,” Linda said uncertainly. “It's a long story...” She seemed uncomfortable talking about it, but Alex evidently had no such hang-ups discussing why Darla was the way that she was.
“She slept with Mr. Westley to try and get the position,” he said simply. “I think she wanted more than that, too, but that was the biggest reason.” Angela froze as she shut the faucet off. So Darla had slept with David? And he hadn't bothered to disclose that information to her? She wondered how many women he had been with, and wondered further still whether or not she wanted to know the answer to that particular question.
“Oh, Alex, no need to be so crass about it!” Linda said, lightly swatting at his arm. Angela poured the water into the coffee maker and turned it on to begin brewing, turning to face them as they waited for the coffee to finish.
“Maybe I wouldn't be if she wasn't so blatant about her being so damn pissy about it,” Alex quipped back with a grin. “Seriously, she's borderline fixated on this idea that Mr. Westley's screwed her out of something that she felt was rightfully hers.”
“I just hope that things don't come to a head between us,” Angela said quietly as she poured David’s cup full of coffee. “I don't want to get into any kind of confrontation. I prefer my work spaces to have as little drama as possible.”
“Oh, I like you already,” Linda said with a firm nod. Alex readily agreed with her.
“I like you guys, too,” Angela had decided with a giggle. “But I'd best be off; need to be a halfway decent personal assistant and all!” They laughed and bid her goodbye as she headed for the elevator again. Stepping into David's office with no small sense of Deja vu, she walked up to where he was seated at his desk.
“I've brought you your coffee, sir,” she said quietly setting the cup down, ever mindful of their professional boundaries. He grinned at her as he stood and walked over to her.
“Why thank you. I'm sure it'll taste marvelous,” he stepped far closer to her than professional boundaries would permit, something that she wasn't prepared for.
“Sir—” her question died on her lips when they were met with his in a powerful kiss that swept her off of her feet.
“But you taste even better,” he smirked knowingly, and she flushed at the memory of what he was referring to. His hands were on her hips, fingers toying with the band of her pencil skirt. She laughed breathlessly at the implication of his movements.
“Here? In your office?” Angela asked with a raised eyebrow and a devilish smirk. With a positively salacious grin, he pressed her against the glass. “I know I said I had concerns about our working relationship, but—”
“Well, we couldn't get more private than up here, in my office, could we? No one else is allowed in here but you and I unannounced, so there won't be any interruptions,” he pointed out as he pressed kisses into the skin of her neck. She pretended to mull it over, all the while knowing that she was entirely too turned on to want to stop long enough to change where they were or, heaven forbid, actually wait until another time. The thought alone was criminal.
“I, ah, I really can't say no to you, can I?” she grumbled mockingly as he all but tore off her panties. He must be tired of the long game, she thought with a gleeful giggle.
She purred at the way that he pressed himself behind her, tossing the panties off to the side. “Can you feel what you do to me?” he whispered. He kissed her ear and she ground her hips into his rapidly swelling erection.
He slowly pulled her impossibly closer and she turned, placing a hand on his shoulder and took her time letting her hand trail down, hooking a finger into the waistband of his pants as their lips met once again in a heated kiss.
“Desk,” Angela managed to pant when he pulled back just enough to suck in a gulp of air. With a moan of her own, she pressed open mouthed kisses into his exposed collar bone, the heel of her free hand pressing against the rapidly hardening length between them, and he shuddered, lost in the sensation.
“How should we do this?” he asked, ever mindful of her being comfortable.
“Don't care,” she gasped audibly when David finally, finally pushed their hips together, all but drilling her into the wall behind them. “Need...” her words were swallowed in a groan that was practically punched out of her lungs when he nudged her face over, allowing him access to her neck, his mouth and tongue playing on her pulse point once more. He felt her heat pounding out a rhythmic beat in time with the blood pumping through her veins, and he subconsciously rolled his hips against it, seeking friction.
“Might be messy,” he groaned, his teeth teasing the point on her neck he had just got done lavishing attention on with his tongue. She wailed, her knees buckling at the pulsing need that he knew flooded into her molten core. His erection was bordering on painful at this point, from restriction in his pants and the friction built from his hips grinding into hers blindly. She flicked the button on his pants to pop it open. His erection did the rest of the work for them, pushing the zipper down to spring free of its confines like a man escaping prison. His tongue darted out to lap at her jawline, rising up to lap at her earlobe before their lips found one another again.
“Don't care,” she was panting heavily, as though she had just sprinted a thousand miles, and was now pressing her hips against his insistently. Her head fell into the crook of his neck, and it earned her a chuckle from the vampire. “Oh, yes,” she keened when his fingers began to tease her entrance, and yelped in surprise when he lifted her effortlessly. Her legs automatically wrapped around his middle, eliciting a groan out of the two of them when their heated sexes were pressed together more fully from the change in position. He ground his throbbing erection against her labia, slicking it with her wetness.
“I could just fuck you against the wall,” David groaned into her mouth as they kissed again. Once he'd safely maneuvered back to the desk with little incident, he set her down on the surface after clearing it with a sweep of his arm. “Or I could have my way with you right here, like you wanted,” he was already hitching her skirt up, a clear indicato
r that he wasn't really in the mood for switching position, but she knew he would, if she asked nicely enough.
“Y-yes, yes, oh, yes,” she swallowed when he groaned against the skin of her neck. He gasped when she began to push his pants past the curve of his ass, just enough to squeeze his rear and pull him closer to her. She mewled when his talented hands grabbed one of her supple breasts, kneading the flesh in a rhythmic pattern. She wiggled out of her skirt and kicked it off of her, leaving her in nothing but her button up top and her bra.
He pulled her shirt off of her entirely, exposing her nearly nude body to him. All that remained was her bra, which took little to divest her of. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words dissolved into a quiet moan as she watched him roll his hips, the head of his cock skimming over her womanly folds, not entering, but teasing until she was practically sobbing.
“I need to come, please fuck me, please, sir,” she was scarcely making sense, and she knew that he was just trying to be a kind and caring lover and ensure that she was well lubricated, but that's not what she needed right now. The ache in her core was near unbearable, and she craved release.
“My, my,” David cooed, the slicked head of his cock finally parting her folds, but he went no further than that for the longest moment. She actually sobbed in relief at the near forgotten pressure that came with having something there, but she knew she needed more of it, and for him to just fucking move. “You're so eager,” he noted as he slid away from her again. She whined.
“Yes, please give me your cock, please, I need it!” she begged. He chuckled, the head slipping into her again.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he said with a grin. He used his thumb and began to hit that sweet spot that made Angela all but sing, her head thrown back, pleading for her long delayed orgasm. After thoroughly working her entrance, and only when he was absolutely sure she was ready, did he finally push his cock all the way to the hilt inside of her.
She keened in pleasure, suddenly remembering why she loved the feeling of being filled with someone, why she had missed it so much. His erection was just long and thick enough that the pleasure never quite morphed into pain, but still made her feel utterly stretched. Or maybe that was thanks to his dexterous fingers working her so thoroughly beforehand. He rocked his hips against hers—not enough to pull his length out, but just enough to ensure that there was still friction while she stretched to accommodate his girth fully.
“Move, David, please oh!” Her lover readily complied, pulling out nearly all the way until it was only his head that was still inside before sliding back home. He brought his hand between them and began to stroke her clit with vigor once more. She clenched around his cock, and it was finally too much, and David was tumbling after her over the edge of bliss.
They stayed like that for a long time after they came down from their high, she sitting on the desk, he standing and leaning against her for support, and both of them gulping in air and simply reveling in the closeness their position afforded them. After a few more moments, David pulled out of her and chuckled as he slipped his cock back inside of his pants and pulled up the zipper.
“We should probably clean up.”
She laughed and nodded, going into the bathroom to take care of that. With the task completed, she walked back out to where David was, already dressed and looking no worse for wear in spite of what happened. She smiled at him as she neared.
“If you could head down and check on how Linda and Alex are progressing and report back to me, I would greatly appreciate it,” he said in a much more relaxed tone than his usual business one.
“Of course,” she said immediately.
“Thank you,” he said as she went to the elevator. She went back down to the other floor where they had their offices, and walked over to where Linda's name was written on the door. Just as she was about to knock, the door opened to reveal that Darla was walking out of it.
“Oh,” she said in a clipped tone. “It's you.”
“Yep,” Angela said brightly. “I'm me, alright.” Darla snorted.
“I don't know who you are, or what you think you're doing,” she jabbed a finger in Angela's direction. “But I'd just watch your back, if I were you,” as Darla stormed off, Angela wondered how many others she had threatened like that.
And how many times she had made good on it.
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The Billionaire’s Exclusive
If there was one thing that Angela could say about her new job as David's personal assistant, it was that she was, at the very least, able to apply her business degree at long last, as opposed to simply settling for a journalism job. She finally felt like she was useful, and that her opinion was valued and listened to, a feeling that she had nearly forgotten.
That's not to say that it was an easy job, by any stretch of the word; the hours were long, and the actual work that she was completing was demanding on several levels, but at least she could be of use around her workplace, something that she was never really made to feel like she was back at the Planetary Bugle, even though she knew that she practically carried the entirety of the magazine with her work.
Here, her work was praised, and recognized, and it only made her want to do an even better job than she already was, to say nothing of the fact that she still had an ongoing relationship with David when she wasn't off helping him keep things on schedule and ensuring that his own personal appointments were made and met on time.
Their relationship had been progressing well in the months that had passed, something that relived Angela to no end. She had been so afraid that this was just some amusing dalliance for David that would end in a month and make things incredibly uncomfortable between them at work. But he surprised her by being actively interested in their time alone together, for more than just sex. Maybe it was because she made it clear that money had nothing to do with why she was with him, or maybe it was because they had a quite a few common interests, but he was ever that charismatic, charming man that seduced her into working for him when she was just an insecure journalist.
Even as she walked into the Westley Entertainment building that morning with her and David's coffee in hand, it was hard to deny that she had managed to carve out a little place for herself here, amongst David and his staff. They all had been so wonderful and inclusive, Darla notwithstanding, and had become cherished work friends that she had gone out for drinks with after work on more than one occasion.
Even Darla, for all her spitting of hateful words and scornful glares, had been relatively harmless. Sure, she made at least ten snide remarks a day to Angela about anything that she thought could get under her skin, but Angela didn't mind it so much, knowing why she did what she did. It probably would have been easier to let it get to her and retaliate, but Angela knew that getting a reaction out of her was exactly what Darla wanted. So, she would just smile her way and show her that she wasn't bothered by it in the slightest, and knew that she had already won whatever game Darla was trying to play at when she would snarl and stomp away.
The elevator dinged to alert Angela that she had made it to the floor that housed David's office, pulling her out of her thoughts. As the elevator doors opened, a smile automatically tugged at her features as she stepped out toward David's desk, the same way that she always did in the morning.
“Good morning, David,” she greeted as her smile widened. David looked up from his computer screen, a smile slowly spreading on his own face as well as she neared.
“Good morning to you, too, gorgeous,” he said with a salacious wink tossed her way. She flushed even after all these months of his teasing and his compliments but set his coffee down on his desk all the same.
“You only have one client appointment to keep today,” she said conversationally as she sipped at her own coffee. “Thankfully, it isn't supposed to be a long one, so you should be out of the meeting before four o'clock if everything goes smoothly.” He
nodded to her.
“What time does that appointment start again?” he asked with a frown. “I could have sword it started at two.”
“It did, originally,” Angela said after another pull from her coffee. “But it had to be moved back to three because it conflicted with their schedule,” she grimaced in spite of herself. “Thankfully, yours was more open for the day, otherwise that would have been difficult to sort out.” She set her coffee down as he stood and circled the desk toward her slowly, like a feral cat eyeing its prey. She swallowed thickly and wondered if he was in the mood for some early morning fucking, as tended to be the case on the few slow days that they got in any given month.
“Have I ever told you how incredibly sexy it is when you list off the things I have to do while you're standing there dressed like this,” he murmured as he closed the distance between them.
Angela swallowed, already squirming at the heat that began to boil under the surface. It would seem that he had something in mind after all, she thought with a slow smirk.
* * * *
David advanced on her slowly, forcing her to walk backwards until her back hit the wall. He smirked mischievously at her and turned her around so that her front was pressed against the wall. His large hands gripped her hips as he slowly ground his sex against hers through their clothing, drawing a moan out of Angela when she felt how ready he was to have his way with her.
“You know,” he said conversationally as he lowered her pencil skirt until it pooled onto the floor between them. “I had the most interesting dream last night.” He began to let his hands wander along the smooth expanse of her backside, squeezing the supple flesh that he found there before giving it a firm smack.
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