by Shell, C.
I am not sure if it is a request or a command, but either way, my body does not plan to disagree. My chin tips up just as his lips crash down on me. The kiss is possessive and demanding. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, branding everything it touches. Within a matter of seconds, things begin to get out of control. His hands have made their way inside my teal sleeveless silk blouse and his fingers working their magic to remove my bra. I know I should stop him, but his hands caressing my bare body feels like pure heaven.
"This is going to be fast and hard, baby," he growls against my neck. Before I have a chance to comprehend his words, he has me turned around, bent over my desk, and my skirt up and over my now bare bottom.
"Daemon, what if someone hears us or worse, walks in," I squeak out as fear starts to override any pleasure I am currently feeling. I cannot believe I am about to let him fuck me on my desk at work. I have completely lost my mind!
"Shhh, my beautiful Tulip. The door is locked so no one will be walking in on us. If you don't want them to hear us you need to keep quiet." My breathing changes, becoming shallow and fast, as I hear the sound of his zipper sliding down followed by the faint rustling of a foil packet.
Grasping my hips from behind, he leans over and nips my earlobe while sliding two fingers inside me. I gasp at the contact as he slides them in and out, stretching me, and preparing me for the hard assault I know is coming.
"I love how wet you get for me," he whispers.
"Only for you, Daemon," I admit honestly.
I hear his sharp intake of breath. Gripping my hips harder he positions himself behind me and with one hard thrust embeds himself inside me fully.
I bite down hard onto my bottom lip trying to stifle my sounds. With urgent precision, he slams into me over and over. Gripping the edge of my desk I do my best to meet him thrust for thrust. At this pace it does not take long for me to feel my climax building. Daemon continues to pound against me, racing after his own orgasm, as I begin to fall apart.
"Cum with me baby," Daemon commands and my body responds.
With a shaky breath, I fall apart and we both climax together. My body convulses and my internal muscles grip him tightly as I shatter all around him.
"Wow, that was amazing," I pant as I stand and begin to re-dress myself.
My mind is reeling at what we just did in my office. I can't wait until he is no longer a client and I can rub our relationship in Charity's face. Once we are both decent and cleaned up, Daemon pulls me into a hug. I breathe in his scent and my mind instantly calms.
"You are the amazing one baby," he murmurs.
Laying a kiss between my shoulder blades he gently pushes me back into my chair and takes his previous seat in front of my desk. I smirk knowing I will never be able to look at my desk again without remembering him and our time together on it.
Daemon smiles back at me, giving me a hint of those lickable dimples I love so much. Shaking off my post sex haze, we get back down to business and take care of the paperwork and design options until well after lunch. With all the orders and contracts signed, I can now begin ordering supplies and getting contractors hired. The sooner I get this job finished and finalized the sooner we don't have to sneak around anymore.
As Daemon gets ready to leave, he turns around and gives me a sheepish grin. I have seen that look before and it always ends in trouble. Normally that trouble is always pointed at me.
"What is it Daemon?" I ask hesitantly.
Studying me for a moment, he steps forward and hands me an invitation. I read it over, but am at a loss for words. "Explain, please," I say eyeing him under my long lashes.
"This Friday night, I have to attend the Foster Children's Charity function, Trey and I are both involved in it every year. I want you to come with me as my date."
I try to speak, but he places a finger over my lips stopping me. I hold my tongue and let him talk, although I am itching to tell him he has lost his mind. As much as I would love to attend such a worthy cause that is his dear to his heart, there is no way we can be seen in such a public place together.
Talk about my own professional suicide.
Raking a shaky hand threw his hair, he glances back up at me and I can see the longing in his eyes. "I got you your own invitation so we can arrive separately and bypass the media getting any photos of us together. Once we are inside we can chalk up our being seen together as pure coincidence. The event caters to several hundred attendees. Our being seen around each other will not be a problem."
Spanning a hand around my waist he pulls me close. "I want you there by my side. Tell me you will go." He demands softly.
"Wow, you have thought of everything haven't you?" I ask shocked at how much thought he has put into making this date happen. This night obviously means a lot to him and saying no seems like a total bitch move.
Ignoring the part of me that is screaming to politely bow out, I look into his cloudy green eyes and give him a small smile. "I would love to be your date Friday night, Mr. Scott," I say softly.
"Thank you," he says with a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "I was afraid you would say no and then I would have to find a way to blackmail you into going. You have saved me a lot of trouble."
I bark out a garbled laugh wondering how much of what he said is actually true. Realizing how much time we have spent in my office alone, I start showing him once again towards the door. Last thing I need is rumors about us to start inching their way through the office gossip mill.
"See you tonight, Tulip?" he asks with a cheesy grin.
Too tired to argue and knowing I wouldn't win even if I tried, I agree and practically shove him out my office door. Before my door even shuts all the way, I can already hear Charity giggling like a dying hyena while throwing herself in his path. Grinding my teeth, I promise myself that starting next week I will begin looking for a new secretary/assistant.
Chapter 11
It is amazing how easily my life has transferred from no man on the horizon to spending every afternoon, night, and morning surrounded in everything Daemon. And the scariest thing is that it feels so natural being with him. Since our first night together at my home after the pizza boy incident, we have spent every night together either at my house or at his newly bought condo downtown.
During the rest of the week after our meeting, I have received several packages all signed from, Anonymously Yours. All of the packages have been centered on a central theme, The Foster Children's Charity function. The first package that arrived on Tuesday contained a beautiful floor length gold lace gown, the second package on Wednesday was gold Jimmy Choo stiletto heels, the third and forth package on Thursday was a stunningly beautiful set of Cartier diamond tear drop earrings with a matching necklace to said earrings. The last gift came to me on Thursday night and was the best gift of them all. Daemon surprised me with a tiny Siamese kitten that I named dimples.
I am still not sure what brought on the idea of buying me a kitten. I don't care really; I am still too excited and happy to question it. I could have done without all the other extravagant things Daemon sent me, but every time I tried to deny them or throw a fit for him to stop, he would sulk like a two year old until I finally learned to just shut up and go with the flow.
I will say though, watching Charity freak out every time a new gift arrived was pretty funny. She has ran around the office like a bloodhound, questioning the delivery guys and doing every detective move she can think of in an attempt to decipher who my admirer is. She got worse when she noticed how expensive some of my gifts were. I swear that girl just needs to give up working and put all her effort into finding a sugar daddy to take care of her, because she will never be satisfied until that day comes.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I must say Daemon either has great taste in women's formal apparel or his secretary is in need of a raise. The dress fits me like a second skin, flaunting all my positive assets and disguising the less than stellar ones I prefer to keep hidden.
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bsp; Sasha came over earlier in the day and helped me with my make-up and hair. Having her fuss over me, felt surreal. Normally I am the one rushing to her place and helping her primp for a big date, then spend the rest of my night at home watching television while dining with take-out. For once, I am the one needing help with the primping and I love it.
Pushing my loose curls back from my face, I add the necklace and earrings I was gifted earlier in the week, and take one last final look. I am not one who normally toots my own horn, but I am beyond pleased with the way I look tonight. I appear classy yet modestly attractive, two redeeming qualities that I appreciate.
Reaching for my clutch, I throw in my cell phone, credit card, and a tube of lip gloss, before saying good-bye to Dimples and heading out the door.
As promised, a beautifully ridiculously over-stretched black limo awaits me at my curb. I feel like Cinderella. The story plot is somewhat similar if you really think about it. I am meeting my 'prince charming' at a ball of sorts, and I am having to keep my being there with him a secret from my work, which in a way is kind of like my mean step sisters at the moment.
Laughing at my mental silliness, I say a polite, "Hello," to the driver and climb into my chariot... I mean the limo. The driver closes my door and then gets in and drives us off. It does not take us long to get there as the event is being held near my home in one of Houston's large hotel's ballrooms.
Upon arriving, I am shocked at the amount of press standing outside snapping photo after photo of anyone and everyone they can get their greedy little lenses on. Luckily, they consider me a no-body and don't hassle me much as I make my way inside.
Taking the elevator lift up to the top floor, my nerves ramp up, and butterflies start fluttering wildly in my tummy. I notice a few familiar faces in the crowd and my panic increases. I know I am being completely stupid and paranoid, but the fear of being caught and losing my job is still real and present as I step out into a glamorously decorated spacious ballroom.
The room is draped in beautiful silk crimson red and black drapes with thousands of pictures attached to them of children who have been helped through the foundation. Seeing all the cute innocent faces of those children resolves me of my nerves and reminds me of the wonderful man who helped make this event a success. Daemon Scott.
Speaking of my dimpled Adonis, I search the room looking for the man himself. Not seeing him right away I take a glass of champagne from a waiter nearby and start my search. After bumping into a few old clients and doing a bit of socializing, I finally find him near the front of the room with Trey, a few well dressed young gentlemen, and to my utter shock, Sasha and Tony.
"Why the hell did you two not tell me you would be here tonight?" I ask with narrowed eyes and hands stacked on my hips.
"Well, to surprise you of course," Tony says kissing my gently on the cheek. "You look smashing by the way, Doll. A true beauty."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," I giggle, looping my arm around his neck and giving him big a hug.
"And I guess you have the same excuse or is yours more original?" I ask turning my attention onto Sasha.
Glancing between her and Trey I can't help but grin. They make a devilishly handsome couple together. I just hope he can manage what no other man has been able to do before and keep her interested beyond a few months. If he can accomplish that then they might actually have a chance at something great.
Flashing me her pearly whites, she gives me a quick peck on the cheek. "I can't think of anything original tonight so I am sticking with what he said."
I am glad you are both here." I smile, trying to knock back the emotion hammering in my chest.
Saying a quick, "Hi," to Trey I step around my friends and casually make my way over to Daemon, who has been burning holes through me with his smoldering eyes ever since I joined the group. He looks extremely yummy tonight decked out in an all black Armani custom fitted tux that is making my lady bits sit up and take notice. He looks absolutely edible.
Raking my eyes back up to meet his, I am taken away with the intense desire staring back at me. "You look radiant, Tulip," he breathes against my ear. "I knew that dress would look extraordinary on you. Your fucking making me crazy with want, Kelly," he growled in my ear.
A delicious shiver travels through my body at his heated words. "See something you like, Mr. Scott," I tease, sliding my breast up against his arm.
Daemon's mouth twitches. Tucking a finger up under my jaw, he tilts my chin up and stares deeply into my eyes. "You are killing me, baby," he growls low so only I can hear. "With all these eyes on us tonight, I want nothing more than to kiss you hard and claim you as mine for all the world to see."
My breath catches in my throat and I suddenly feel very light headed. "I am already yours, Daemon," I whisper. Needing to defuse the tension building between us, I grab his hand and start pulling him towards the dance floor.
Finding an open spot towards the center, I entwine my hands with his and allow him to sweep me away to the soothing sounds of jazz music being played from the band encompassing the front stage. We dance in silence, our bodies moving together effortlessly. Placing a hand on the small of my back, Daemon draws my body in closer and for just a moment I forget that we have an audience. With one hand I run my fingers through his thick silky hair, while my other brushes along his broad chest. No matter how close I get to him, it is not close enough.
"You smell amazing," Daemon muses while running his nose along my jaw line. Tipping my chin up, he holds my eyes, while pushing his hard erection against me. I whimper at the contact as my body springs to life.
The music ends and once again reality comes back at us full force. Those stupid bumper sticks I always laughed at with silly saying such as," reality is a bitch," is starting to ring true for me.
Slipping my hands free from his, I walk gingerly back towards our group of friends. Lost in a daze and the scent of Daemon, I accidently bump into to someone and don't realize the dire mistake I have made until it is too late.
Staring back at me confused, with a look between pity and amazement, is none other than the woman who holds the key to my future in her hands, my boss Cherie. I try to school my features and seem happy to see her, but I suck as an actress. I am sure she sees the truth written all over my ashen face.
Daemon stiffens beside me momentarily before changing into the stoic businessman that I first met in the boardroom a few weeks ago at work. It feels like months since I first Daemon instead of just a few weeks. So much has happened between since that first meeting. I don't even feel like that same lost and scared girl.
"Cherie, what a delightful surprise to see you here tonight. I am so glad to see you have come out to support the cause. I was just telling Kelly, here all about the children we have helped through the organization." Daemon says with a charming smile.
Damn, he is smooth!
"The pleasure is all mine," She answers glancing between the two of us. "I didn't know you would be attending tonight Kelly, but I am glad to see you nonetheless."
"Yes...well, I thought it was a good charity to support and a few of my other clients are attending tonight as well, so it has been a win-win for me." My voice sounds shaky as I speak, but I am pleased at my quick thinking.
Seeing Sasha waving at me from the bar area, I try and make my escape, but Cherie calls my name, stopping me dead in my tracks. By the sharp tone of her voice I automatically know the gig is up. I am busted.
Tears well up in my eyes at the thought of losing my job and hard earned career with Cash and Simons. No matter what happens, I would not change anything. Daemon is worth it all. He has brought me out of my shell and showed me how to live and embrace life.
I can tell by his clenched jaw and wild eyes he is close to losing it. I don't want him playing the hero this time and tying to save me. I need to handle this on my own and learn to be my own knight in shining armor.
"I will be right back Daemon," I say placing a chaste kiss on his lips and
no longer caring who knows about us. I am proud that he choice me and no longer want to hide our happiness.
"Okay baby," he beams. "I will be over by the podium checking on things. Find me as soon as you finish," he says raking a frustrated hand through his hair.
Following Cherie out of the room, we walk silently down a long hallway and stop in a small closet type room towards the end. I brace myself against the wall for the speech I am about to receive.
I never hear the words fired, resignation, or clean out your office. The words that do come fill me with regret, sadness, and confusion. They change my life in a way I never expected.
"Kelly, before you speak I just want you to know that you are not losing your job. You are a huge asset to our company and we love the work you have done. I brought you in here because I cherish you and think of you as one of my own children," she chokes, her voice filled with sadness.
"Daemon is a wonderful man, but before you choose him, I think you should know the whole truth about how he came to be a client at our company."
Not trusting myself to speak, I just nod and hold my breath as she continues.
"Did you know that Daemon and your ex-boyfriend Gary are friends?
"No," I mumble softly. "Gary and I had different friends and lived practically two separate lives," I indulge. "I couldn't even list five of his friends' names if someone paid me to." I sadly admit.
Every word she speaks sends another dagger deep into my heart. Tearing it apart and making me wish I never met Daemon Scott.
"Well, they are, or at least they were a little over a year ago. After graduation when you were having a hard time finding a job right away, Gary got worried for you and asked Daemon to pull some strings and get you a job. Daemon came to us and told us he would be in need of a big design done soon in the future. He promised us the job if we hired you in return. We looked into your credentials and they were really good. The deal was a slam dunk for us. We got a big new job by a prominent businessman and a new talented designer to add into our fold."