“You like that, don’t you?” he said
All Gabby to do was nod as she felt the pressure inside her body build. Gabby continued to rock her hips up and down, back and forth, aiding his arm movements as he stretched her to maximum capacity by adding the third finger. His hand was now thrusting in and out of her rapidly as his mouth continued to explore her body moving from her lips to the nape of her neck, his tongue licking gently against her skin. Her whole body began to shudder and quiver uncontrollably. He body stared to shake as a moan escaped her lips.
She glanced at the door knowing that someone was going to walk in on them at any moment. How could they not. The restaurant had been fairly busy. They were right out in the open of a multi person restaurant. The idea was so scary, and yet so sexy. She loved to think that someone could just walk in and see her being fingered in the bathroom.
“Don’t worry about the door” he said.
Gabby let her head fall back slightly as another wave of pleasure coursed through her body.
He pulled his fingers out of her and unzipped his pants. He quickly produced his rock-hard cock and thrust it inside of her. It was even thicker than she had imagined. And he was long too, probing all the way inside of her as deeply as her anatomy would permit and he had some left to spare.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and held on for dear life as he began to pump at her harder and harder. She felt her body teetering over the edge.
She just had to hold on…
“Who are you? Where am I? What’s going on?”
The screams snapped Gabby out of her daydream. She was sitting at the table with her father who was now standing up and yelling. No!
“Dad! It’s ok,” Gabby said. “You are with me,” she said.
“I... I don’t know!” her father began as other patrons began to take notice, including the sexy stranger in the next table.
“Dad, just calm down,” Gabby said. “I’m here. I’m going to take care of you. It’s all ok,” she repeated.
It wasn’t working.
“I’m getting out of here!” Her father said as he staggered backwards knocking over his chair and tripping over it. He quickly threw his hands out spastically to break his fall, landing on the edge of the table next them.
The commotion caused a bottle of wine to spill over, the contents aiming right at the man Gabby had been dreaming about only moments earlier. The bright red wine splashed on his dark suit, his tie, and his white shirt. The bright red stains were apparent instantly.
The man jerked out of his seat angrily. “What the hell!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry! He doesn’t know what he’s doing?” Gabby said.
The man was standing there now just staring at his ruined suit as the other man steadied the contents of the table and helped Gabby’s father to his feet.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… Gabby what’s going on?”
Gabby held her dad’s hand trying to comfort him. A small sense of relief washed over her as she realized her dad recognized her again.
“It’s ok, dad.”
“Well, somebody owes me a three-thousand-dollar suit,” the man said. His voice was loud and deep, almost like a bark. His eyes were wide with rage. Gabby’s sense of relief immediately vanished.
“I’m so sorry. It was an accident. He has Alzheimer’s…” Gabby said trying to plead with him.
“Like I said he owes me a three-thousand-dollar suit. This thing is ruined. These stains will not come out.”
“He doesn’t have that kind of money,” Gabby said.
“Well, then what do you suggest?” The man said.
Gabby looked at her dad. For a moment, she thought about asking Shelly to pay for it, but it was an insane amount of money. Her settlement wasn’t that huge. She had a lot of medical bills she had to pay and while she may have had a little bit of mad money left over, there was no way this was going to be fair for her to pay for.
And Gabby knew she would have done it in a heartbeat.
“I’ll work it off,” Gabby said. “I’ll be glad to do any work you need done until you say we are square.”
The man stared at her for a moment. He was thinking it over, but he was also exasperated. He looked at her father and she saw a moment of genuine concern and sorrow spreading across the man’s face. But only for a moment. Then the glaring eyes were back.
Gabby’s knees were weak now from a mix of fear and total lust. What kind of a hold did this man have over her?
“Ok. Fine,” the man said. He pulled a business card out of his wallet, and handed it to her.
The card said Logan Brower Realty with an address.
“Be at this address tomorrow morning at eight. Do not be late.”
Gabby quickly used the credit card Shelly had lent to her father to pay the bill and the two of them got out of there as quickly as possible.
By the time, they were halfway home her father had forgotten the incident had even happened, which Gabby was thankful for. She did not want Shelly to ever find out anything about this. It was embarrassing for her father and he would never want that type of shame thrust upon him. Not to mention that Gabby hated to accept Shelly’s money for anything. Her father would have too if he was actually in his normal frame of mind. He never would have allowed Shelly to pay for his dinner at a swank restaurant.
Shortly after arriving back at the house her father fell asleep in his recliner giving her a much needed break.
Gabby’s mind was still fixated on Logan Brower. She hated how intimidated he’d made her feel and how humiliating the experience was. His reaction was not what she expected. It was an accident after all. She understood that his suit was ruined and anyone would be mad, but it did not appear that Logan Brower had any problems replacing a suit. He probably had a closet full of them judging by his expensive jewelry.
But tomorrow she was going to be working for him. She had no idea what type of chores he would have in mind for her to do. Hopefully it would not be anything too degrading or humiliating.
But at least it was work. Maybe if she did a good enough job he might actually hire her for something more in line with her education and skills. It was unlikely but worth a shot anyway.
The weirdest part was how much she still desired the man. After the way he’d reacted she still found him so sexy. The daydream she was having when her dad freaked out was the most erotic daydream she could ever remember. She was still turned on thinking about it.
There was something so animalistic, so intensely primal about this man, and his aggression and hostility were part of it. Combined with his presence and his beautiful masculine looks he was a bit of a fantasy man come to life.
She could not wait to see what tomorrow would bring her.
Chapter 5
Logan
“Arnold Brenner just called. He has to reschedule the meeting for this afternoon…”
“I don’t care!” Logan yelled at his secretary.
“Um, ok…” she began.
“Am I the only one here who is doing any work at all? Can’t any of you make a single decision without me? You know me well enough that you know what I will say to most things that arise. Just deal with it!”
“I’m sorry—” Kris began.
“Sorry! You are always sorry! I don’t care how sorry you are. Just do something right so you can stop being sorry!”
Kris looked as if she was about to hyperventilate but Logan didn’t care. The rage was coursing through his body and he was seeing nothing but blood everywhere. He wanted to break something and he was not sure what it might end up being.
“Hey, there is no need for that!” Jessica chimed in. “There is a limit to the abuse we will take.”
Logan found himself laughing. For some reason, Jessica’s newfound backbone was funny to him.
“That’s hysterical,” Logan said. “You think this is abuse? You think demanding my employees whose six figure salaries I pay for being secretaries do their jobs with a modic
um of actual competency is abuse? That is hysterical!”
Jessica was glaring daggers at him. It was kind of a turn on actually.
“You are crossing a line here, Logan. You need to watch yourself. I don’t know what is wrong with you, but get some help.”
Logan had an impulse to scream in her face and fire her, but Jessica was the best executive level assistant around. She would be snatched up very quickly by someone else in a heartbeat. Besides he admired the balls it took for her to stand up to him. He respected strength in people.
And deep down he knew he was in the wrong. He knew he needed some help. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, but the rage inside was really starting to eat him alive.
Logan moved close to Jessica and barely above a whisper said, “I know.”
Jessica was taken aback and he thought for a moment she might cry, but he stormed off down the hall and slammed his office door behind him.
Logan stood there for a moment, his heart beating wildly in his chest and ringing in his ears. He had to calm down.
He grabbed the whiskey glass from his mini bar, a few ice cubes, and poured the whiskey slow listening to the crackle of the ice cubes settling into the liquid, mixing the flavors together perfectly. He then grabbed a small bottle of water purified water and carefully added three drops to the whiskey. It was that kind of day.
He settled into his plush leather office chair and tried to relax. It was working. The air conditioning above him was on high cranking the cool air over him even though the day outside was chili welcoming an early, brisk fall to the New England states. He let his mind wander
That girl…
He could not get her out of his mind. As he sat there replaying the scene over and over in his mind he realized why he was so angry. He’d acted like a complete jackass at the restaurant. He was in a bad mood anyway, which was starting to become his normal temperament, and then Tony decided to up the ante on the deal they were putting together and ask for a much higher return on his investment than they’d already agreed to before. Logan would force him to come down a little bit so as to compromise and not give in to pressure, but to ask for more in the first place was insulting. They’d worked together for a long time.
Logan had noticed the girl the moment he walked into the restaurant. She was beautiful with long brown hair a pale skin. She had a light dusting of freckles around her nose, and Logan could easily tell that she wasn’t from New York City. She looked as though she had just stepped off the bus from Kansas.
Then the old guy had staggered around and spilled wine on his expensive Armani suit. It had taken him a few minutes to gather that the man had dementia and had no idea what he’d done or where he was. Logan felt sorry for him at that point and was really sorry he’d yelled at him. But apologizing was a sign of weakness and that was not something that Logan was accustomed to. It was not the way he was made.
Then the girl. She was so sweet, and so beautiful. Her face was angelic and perfect like something sent from Heaven to save him. There was a calm overwhelming feeling of peace and serenity that he was not used to that had fallen over him like some kind of a light shroud at that moment. It was confusing. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, and that angered him more.
Afterwards when he realized how stupid he’d looked when he became filled with rage. Being embarrassed was not something he had ever handled well. He should have just laughed it off and said it was ok. He was a billionaire. He had Armani suits filling every inch of closet space he owned practically. Why did he act that way?
“What the hell is wrong with me?” He muttered aloud.
Maybe he really should speak with someone about his rage issues. There had to be a way to do it in total secret. Maybe that was the way to go. He was going to give the matter some serious thought.
The girl…
She was so perfect. And he would be seeing her again tomorrow morning. He’d kind of hired her, at least temporarily. But he might keep her as long as she wanted to stay. He knew that already. She was no ordinary girl. For the first time since Rachel, he’d actually considered really being with someone. He guessed that was some progress. But it might just be the special “it” factor that this girl had, some kind of a possession and influence over him.
The idea was intriguing and he was interested to see how it might play out. She was going to be doing mostly clerical work and picking up the slack for Kris and Jessica, if Jessica still wanted to work there anyway. After that meltdown, he might no longer have either of them, but hopefully he would smooth it over some way in the next few days.
He wondered what this girl would wear tomorrow. How would she act? Did she even find him attractive? It was an odd question he never really asked himself before. He assumed all women pretty much found him to be appealing and if they didn’t there were plenty more who did. He’d had that attitude his whole life even before the riches.
Logan could imagine the girl doing some cleaning in his office. Oh, he liked that. He would ask her to straighten up a few things in his personal office and maybe run some errands for him.
He could see it now. She would be cleaning his desk, waxing it with just the right amount of pressure and the right amount of wax so that it didn’t get sticky or too shiny. He liked the mahogany to maintain a certain dark quality to it to make it look antique.
She would be bent over while he just sat there and watched. She would probably be uncomfortable with him sitting on the couch just observing or perhaps going over some reports on his laptop.
He would become overcome with lust at some point. That would not be too hard to envision. Logan would saunter over to her and stand behind her. She would be somewhat timid, a little unsure at first of what was happening or how she should respond. Of course, she would look adorable while she did it. That sweet little face would just be perfect.
He would gently brush her cheek with the back of his finger and as she sheepishly looked up at him he would bend over and kiss her sweetly on the lips at first. Just nice and easy to test the waters. No sense in scaring her off.
She would respond no doubt to him and then he would lean in again and kiss her more deeply this time. She would follow suit as he grabbed her soft, curvy body and held it close to him. Her large, fleshy chest would press against his and he would reach below the arch of her back and let her lean back just slightly.
He was getting hard just thinking about it. He wished she were here right now. He could imagine his hands spinning her body around and pulling up her skirt. The panties would be exposed to him and he would casually pull them down to showcase her perfect ass.
Logan loved the smell of a woman’s essence. It was a perfect combination of addictive properties and he had become addicted at a very young age.
Logan would bend her over and kneel down, spreading her cheeks widely with his hands and take in the sweet view. Those beautiful orifices exposed, the honey dripping from the root of her passion. He would insert a finger slowly at first to draw the wetness out and get the sweet juices running.
Then he would continue to finger her softly at first and getting harder all the time, deeper, stretching her out. He liked a woman to be nice and fully prepared for entry before he got down to it.
Logan could see himself standing up at that point and pulling himself out of his pants, letting the trousers fall to the floor around his ankles. He would then give her all nine inches of himself, entering her in slow methodical thrusts.
He imagined she would feel like the sweetest elixir ever created coaxing and drawing every ounce of pleasure out of his appendage. He would eventually get going hard enough that each thrust lifted her tiny body up off the floor a bit. She would be biting her lips to keep from calling out in total bliss as the two of them worked towards a mutual climax that would leave them both weak in the legs for a week.
Logan’s phone rang right then on his desk.
“Ugh!”
He grabbed the phone off the hook. “Yes?”
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sp; His voice already sounded much calmer.
“Um, sir it is Mr. Price on line one,” Kris said.
“Ok,” Logan replied trying to smile to soften his voice. “Thanks Kris.”
“Sure,” Kris said.
Logan took a breath and answered line one.
Back to work. The fun never stopped sometimes.
Chapter 6
Gabby
Gabby rushed out the door and almost broke her neck on a slippery spot on the sidewalk. It had rained overnight and the temperatures had dipped down to just about freezing, so black ice was sure to be covering the sidewalks and the roads in some capacity. Great. That wasn’t going to slow her down or anything. Just her luck she would get a cabbie who didn’t know how to do winter driving.
Gabby regained herself and ignored the pain in her ankle that might be suggesting a slight sprain, but hopefully just a twist. She really had to get going. It had been the morning from hell, and last night wasn’t too great either. She’d almost overslept. Gabby was up late finding someone that could come care for her father. Her aunt Shelly had called and told her that she had car trouble and couldn’t make it over, but Gabby secretly thought it was her back that was giving her trouble and she didn’t want to admit it. Gabby rushed to find a caregiver that was somewhat affordable and could come last minute to watch her father. Once the woman arrived in the morning she gave her all the instructions and ran out of the apartment.
She knew that if she did not make it to work today then Logan Brower would surely sue her father and force him to pay for the damaged suit. The man was just that kind of a guy. She hated that type of guy, but she could not stop lusting after this man. What in the world did that say about her?
Now she was trying desperately to flag down a cab to take her to this man’s office where she would be put to work doing God only knew what. She was so nervous that she’d barely slept last night. After having to find someone last minute combined with her nerves about Logan she stayed up most of the night worrying. That was why she had almost missed her alarm. If she hadn’t set multiples then she wouldn’t have been up in time. The third alarm was the charm it turned out.
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