10 Days

by Niles, Adele

  I hadn’t been this constantly horny since I was a teenager, and I was loving it. Dorian was good at everything we did, and he seemed to think I was doing a good job, too.

  But I’d been anticipating his fingers that day.

  The last thing I’d expected was for him to lift my skirt and eat me out until I couldn’t keep myself standing anymore.

  And of course, I returned the favor, crawling under his desk and sucking him off. He kept his hand in my hair as I worked, pulling gently.

  I liked it.

  I crawled out from under his desk when he was finished, grinning. He looked back at me, his eyes heated.

  I wanted him so bad.

  But I wasn’t ready to seal the deal yet.

  I was kind of holding out in the hopes of him offering me a full-time job.

  It was sneaky, sure. Maybe a little dishonest. But I needed the job. I needed something better than waiting tables and bouncing between temp positions.

  So I brought it up on Thursday, while we both sat working in his office.

  “So,” I said, “is there any way my position here could get extended?”

  That seemed like the right way to do it. I hadn’t point-blank asked him to keep me permanently, but the door was open. We could talk about it.

  But Dorian just hummed, not looking up from his computer.

  A listening noise that didn’t fit what I’d said at all.

  Great.

  I took a deep breath. “I mean, I like it here.”

  “Good.”

  Not the answer I wanted.

  I sighed. He couldn’t see my laptop from his desk, and if I wasn’t getting any confirmation that he wanted to keep me on, I needed to take care of myself.

  I frowned as I pulled up another job-hunting site and began scrolling through listings.

  Eleven

  Dorian

  Lanie was driving me crazy.

  I thought about her all the time, at work and at home. I jacked off to fantasies of her body, her mouth, how good it would feel when she finally let me bury myself inside her and fuck her.

  And she was good at her job, too. She had a lot of insight, and fresh ideas, and was well-versed in social media and how it could make or break a client these days.

  But it was hard for me to tell which of these was the real reason I wanted her to stay.

  Probably the sex, I told myself. I could barely control myself when I was around her. She turned me on faster than any other woman I’d been with, and she knew how to get me off like it was second nature.

  Just that thought made my cock twitch.

  I looked up from my computer, turning my head to look at her. She was bent over her laptop, undoubtedly hard at work on the assignments I’d given her. Her work ethic was good.

  Maybe I did need to hire her permanently.

  She would make a great project manager, or social media consultant.

  Maybe I could shuffle some people around in the company and create an opening for her.

  She lifted her head, turning and looking at me.

  She didn’t smile.

  Was something wrong?

  “You all right?” I asked.

  “Yeah.” Lanie shrugged. “I’m good. Just…working.”

  “You need a break?”

  That was our code—I was ready to go if she was, eager to take a few minutes and relieve some stress.

  But Lanie glanced down at her laptop again and sighed. “Maybe in a little bit? I’m kinda in the middle of something.”

  “Sure. Let me know when.”

  * * * * *

  The email came in at 4:30 on Friday afternoon.

  EMERGENCY: All files corrupted, please help!!

  Shit.

  I looked over the email and frowned. This had been one of Rachel’s last projects before I’d fired her, and she’d fucked it up. Sure enough, every file that had been sent as part of this client’s package was corrupted.

  I checked the server and found the individual components—graphics, copy, information—but the files with everything assembled the way the client wanted were broken.

  I didn’t want to deal with this on a Friday, but it was one of my high-profile clients, and he was launching a new website on Monday.

  They needed their marketing for that.

  I groaned, putting my head in my hands. “Lanie.”

  “Yes?” she said.

  I didn’t need to see her to know that she was sitting up at the conference table, watching me.

  She asked, “Is everything okay?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “I need you to stay late with me tonight. A client got sent an absolute disaster of a package, and we need to fix it immediately.”

  “Okay, sure.” She didn’t sound bothered by having to give up her Friday night. “Um, can I run out and get dinner in a minute, then? And then come back?”

  “I’ll have something delivered. You tell me what you want and I’ll buy.”

  Lanie smiled. “If you’re paying, we’re having sushi.”

  Twelve

  Lanie

  Dorian called in our order to the nearest sushi place while I looked over the items his client had been sent.

  Absolute disaster was right. Whoever had done this had made a real mess of it, and on a timeframe like this, that was bad.

  If we worked together, though, it wouldn’t take too long to fix. The individual pieces were okay, but needed to be put together.

  I found the client’s specifications on the server and printed two copies, stapling them together. Easy access, no need to switch back and forth between different screens.

  Dorian hung up the phone and looked at the paper I’d placed on his desk. “Dinner will be here in thirty minutes.”

  “Sounds good. Did you ask for extra eel sauce?”

  “I did, even though I have to pay more for it.” He chuckled, shaking his head.

  “Thank you.”

  “Of course.” He turned to his computer then, and sighed. “God, she really fucked this one up.”

  “It looks like she didn’t even try to open the files after she compressed them. I mean, they’re completely broken.”

  “I know. I don’t know how she managed to do it, but she did.” He snorted and shook his head. “I’m glad I fired her.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “May I ask who?”

  “Rachel.”

  “She got fired?” I asked.

  Dorian shrugged. “I caught her lying. And she hired you without authorization from me.”

  I felt my cheeks heat up. “I didn’t mean to get anyone fired.”

  “You didn’t get anyone fired,” he said. “You had no idea she didn’t have approval. Rachel did it to herself.”

  That was true, and it helped chase away the guilt that had started to set in.

  “I didn’t even know she’d gotten fired,” I said. I hadn’t seen her around, but I also wasn’t looking for her, either.

  “There was no reason for me to tell you. And really, it’s for the best. If she’s going to lie and sneak around and turn in shoddy work, she doesn’t belong here.”

  I bit my lip. “So is there an opening, then? For her position?”

  He looked up at me, eyebrows raised. Then, he smiled. “We can talk about that later.”

  I smiled back. “Sounds good.”

  We settled into silence for the next half-hour, both of us working on our respective computers to correct Rachel’s mistakes. Dorian’s phone rang eventually, and he rose, waving for me to keep working.

  He left the office. But when he returned, he had a paper bag and a drink holder.

  Thai iced tea. Delicious.

  I saved my work and closed the laptop, and he joined me at the conference table. We divided up takeout containers and plastic cups of tea, then settled in to eat.

  “Lanie.” He said my name in that commanding tone that made me feel weak inside.

  I looked up, a piece of salmon raised halfway to my mouth. �
��Yes?”

  “You’re doing good work.” He nodded once. “I think we can discuss the possibility of extending your time here on Monday.”

  I smiled. “I would love that.”

  “Good. We’ll talk then.”

  I smiled as I ate my sashimi. When I’d swallowed, I looked at Dorian. “So, how did you get into sports marketing?”

  He chuckled. “I used to play baseball.”

  “Really? Like, professionally?”

  “Yes. I played for four years, and then had an injury. Tore my knee up on a bad slide. It never recovered completely.”

  I couldn’t imagine having to give up a career like that, especially for an injury. I shook my head. “I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s all right. I had a lot of anger for a while, but it worked out. I’d made some smart moves with my money while I was playing pro, and when I had to quit, I started my marketing business. And we’re doing very well.”

  “I can tell.” I chuckled. “I don’t know much about sports, but I do recognize the guy we’re doing work for right now.”

  He chuckled. “I worked hard to get that contract. That’s why we’re staying late. I don’t want to lose one of my highest-profile clients.”

  “Definitely.” I smiled. “But I think we’re making good progress. We shouldn’t have to stay too late tonight.”

  “Good. I like that.” He dunked a piece of a shrimp roll into soy sauce, eating it carefully.

  Thank god he liked sushi. I couldn’t have been with a man who didn’t.

  Although…we weren’t together. He was my boss, and we hooked up a little. It was fun, but it wasn’t a relationship.

  It probably wouldn’t ever be a relationship.

  That was fine, I told myself. It was okay. I’d be fine.

  He looked across the table at me. “So, I’m curious. You have a lot of student loans, and you’re clearly qualified to be working in your field. Have you gotten any insight as to why you aren’t getting hired?”

  I sighed. “I ask that every time, and I always get told the same thing. You were great, but we went with the other applicant. And it’s usually that he has more experience than me.” I was always getting beaten out by men.

  Dorian nodded. “Well, now you can use me as a reference if you ever look for another job. I have nothing but good things to say about you.”

  “Really?” Getting a recommendation from the CEO of a successful company would definitely look good. Maybe I’d have some luck soon.

  Although I really did want to stay on here.

  Dorian nodded. “Of course. If I can’t find a position for you here, then I’ll help you get one at a different firm.”

  “That would be great. I’d love to not have to wait tables anymore.”

  He laughed softly. “I’m surprised you didn’t have a shift tonight. It’s Friday.”

  “I usually have Friday nights off. I do have to open tomorrow, though.”

  “Ah. I see.” He nodded. “Well, if there’s anything I can do, please let me know.”

  “Hire me.”

  He laughed. “We’ll see. That’s a Monday conversation.”

  “Of course.” I smiled, going back to my dinner.

  We chatted as we ate. We both liked going outside when the weather was warm; I talked to him about a two-week backpacking trip I took in college, and he told me about traveling, camping in the Himalayas.

  It sounded amazing.

  And it was good to know that we had something in common.

  When we finished eating, we threw away the takeout containers and went back to work. There wasn’t a lot of conversation, but it was good—it kept us focused. We were done around nine; all of the files were checked, and everything was zipped and emailed to the client, as well as another copy of the files being uploaded to a secure server for them to download.

  We stepped into the elevator together. Dorian insisted on walking me to my car, and I let him. We stood beside my old hatchback, and he put his hand on my waist.

  “Let me take you to dinner tomorrow?” he asked.

  I couldn’t say no to that. “Make it somewhere fancy, okay? I have a cocktail dress I’d love to wear.”

  He grinned. “Done.”

  He leaned down and kissed me. I rose up toward him, closing my eyes.

  And then he pulled back. “I’ll text you tomorrow and let you know what time.”

  “Sounds good. I’m looking forward to it.”

  “Good night, Lanie.”

  “Good night.”

  I got in my car and turned it on. As I backed out, he went to his own car—a fancy black Mercedes.

  Holy shit, I thought.

  I had a date. With Dorian Cave.

  Thirteen

  Dorian

  I picked Lanie up at seven on the dot. She was waiting outside her apartment, dressed in a green cocktail dress that fit like a glove. The neckline showed just enough cleavage, and the heels she wore drew attention to the shape of her legs.

  She looked stunning.

  She got in my car and leaned to kiss my cheek. I turned my head and kissed her full on the lips.

  The sound she let out, half moan and half whimper, made my cock stir.

  She settled back in her seat, clicking the seatbelt into place. “So, where are you taking me?”

  “Well, you like Japanese, right?”

  Lanie gasped. “Are we having sushi again?”

  “We’re going to Umi.”

  Her gasp told me that she knew the name, and how impressive of a restaurant Umi was.

  “Dorian! Are you serious?”

  “I am. Our reservation is at seven-thirty.” I turned out of her apartment complex, heading back toward the main road.

  Once we arrived at Umi, we were promptly taken to a table for two. Our waitress brought glasses of water and a sake menu; Lanie immediately started to look over it, her eyes wide with delight.

  I liked seeing her like this.

  “Wow,” she said softly. “This is incredible.”

  “Well. Consider it a thank-you for this week.”

  She looked up, smiling shyly. “Which part of this week?”

  “All of it. Your hard work, and…other things.”

  She laughed softly. “Nobody’s ever taken me to a fancy dinner for being good at sex. This is kinda cool.”

  I chuckled. “Well. I hope it’s everything you want it to be.”

  We ordered cups of sake, and the first course was brought to us shortly. Lanie groaned as she ate, her eyes lifting to the ceiling.

  The food was almost as good as sex.

  Almost.

  We drank sake between courses, allowing the waitress to recommend what would go best with the different courses. By the time we were brought green tea ice cream, we were both tipsy. Lanie was giggling, pushing ice cream around the bowl with the spoon.

  “This was the bet dinner I’ve ever had in my life,” she said softly.

  “I’m glad.”

  She looked at me, biting her lower lip. “I was thinking, maybe we could go somewhere else?”

  “Oh? Where do you want to go?”

  “Your place? Or a hotel?”

  Fuck.

  My cock was already hard, just from the suggestion.

  “I know a good hotel. Let’s go.”

  * * * * *

  I pushed Lanie against the wall of the elevator as it took us to the top floor, and I kissed her neck. She moaned, wrapping both arms around me. Her back arched, hips pressing into mine.

  I wrapped one arm around her, unzipping her dress.

  She pulled my tie loose, then started on the buttons of my shirt, undoing them quickly.

  “Eager girl.”

  “Get me to the room and fuck me,” she said.

  “I like when you get demanding.”

  “I can be a lot more demanding than this.”

  I laughed, unclasping her bra.

  The elevator door opened and I took her hand, leading her into
the hall. It was empty, and our room was close to the elevator; I unlocked it and pulled her in.

  As soon as she had cleared the threshold, Lanie let her dress fall. She took her bra off, too, standing in the center of the room in a pink lace thong and her heels.

  I unbuckled my belt.

  She watched me, sliding her thumbs under the waist of her panties.

  I drew closer to her, shrugging off my jacket and shirt, toeing off my shoes.

  Lanie pushed her thong down.

  She looked me in the eyes, then turned, walking across the hotel room

  I followed her to the desk near the window.

  She leaned forward, her hands planted on the polished wood surface, and spread her legs.

  I grabbed a condom from my back pocket before shedding my pants and underwear.

  Groaning, I rolled it on, then moved to stand behind Lanie, holding her hips.

  “You want it?” I asked.

  She nodded, tilting her hips toward me. “I want it.”

  I didn’t hesitate. I slid into her easily. She was already dripping, and I groaned.

  She was tight around me, squeezing just a little.

  “Fuck.” Her head dropped forward, breath catching.

  I moved my hips, pulling back, then thrusting into her.

  Her head lifted again, tilting back, and she let out a sharp moan.

  “Good?” I asked.

  “Don’t stop, just—just keep going!”

  I nodded and started to thrust into her.

  She rocked back to meet me, her body pushing against mine. She looked beautiful like this, and her little moans and whimpers sounded so sexy. I kept moving, holding her hips as I rocked into her body.

  “I’m so fucking close,” she murmured. One hand moved between her thighs, and I felt her fingertips moving against her clit.

  This one was going to end fast, but it was all right. We had the whole night.

  I leaned over her, pressing my lips to her neck. She turned her head, letting me have more access.

  I kissed up to her ear.

  When I reached it, I bit down on the lobe.

  Lanie let out a howl, throwing her head back. She pushed down on me, legs shaking.

  Watching her orgasm never failed to get me there.

  I pushed back against her, cock twitching as I finished.