Romance: Seducing The Quarterback

by Stacie Duncan

  “Have there been a lot of applicants?” Cassie wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to ask or not but she was curious about the competition.

  The elevator bounced to a stop and Cassie felt her stomach lurch.

  “Quite a few,” Hannah led Cassie out of the elevator and in to a large room with floor to ceiling windows and more black leather chairs. “No one who fit the bill just yet though!” Hannah led Cassie over to the chairs and stuck out her hand. “If you could take a seat, I’ll let Mr. Kine know that you’re here.” Cassie sat down as Hannah walked to the other side of the room, knocked on a large wooden door and waited for it to open. There was a loud click and the door opened partially.

  Chapter Two

  Mr. Kine wore a perfectly pressed black suit with a buttoned up waistcoat, a white shirt and a brilliant red tie. A small red handkerchief stuck out of his suit pocket. His brown hair was cropped close to his head and his presentation was absolutely flawless with the exception of a rough cover of stubble on his face.

  “You must be Ms. Wentworth. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He stood up from behind the cherry wood desk and thrust his hand forward with a smile.

  “Please, call me Cassie. It’s a pleasure to meet you too.” He nodded towards the seat in front of Cassie.

  “Please, Cassie, won’t you sit down?” Cassie did as she was instructed and once she did, Mr. Kine slid back down in to his own chair. “So…” he flipped open a folder on his desk and looked through a few papers, “you are interested in working for me I see…” Cassie nodded.

  “Yes, sir, very much so.” He lifted his eyes up to Cassie and smirked.

  “Well, let me begin by telling you that only some of the rumors are true.” He winked and Cassie could feel the red hot blush of embarrassment flushing her cheeks.

  “I…umm…” Lowering her eyes to the desk Cassie found herself lost for words. Mr. Kine leaned over the table, hooked a crooked finger under her chin and lifted it until she was staring directly in to his beautiful grey eyes.

  “It’s okay.” He smiled at her and slid back down in to his chair. “Everyone always wants to know, but few have the courage to actually ask.” Cassie could feel her heart racing, the culmination of her embarrassment and the touch of his hand on her face had sent adrenaline coursing through her body. “You’ve got a curious streak in you, Cassie. I like that.” He closed the folder that lay in front of him and cocked his head slightly to the side as he stared at Cassie. “I think you’ll do nicely.”

  “I’m sorry?” Cassie couldn’t help but feel that he was talking about something other than the interview.

  “The job, it’s yours. That’s what you came here for isn’t it?” His tongue slid over his bottom lip.

  “Oh! Yes! Oh Mr. Kine, I can’t thank you enough!” He nodded, a short sharp nod.

  “Good, because I’m going to need you to start quite soon.”

  “Quite soon?” Cassie had no problem starting right away but he spoke as if he were requesting a favor.

  “Yes. Tonight in fact.”

  “Tonight?” Cassie was sure that the job she had applied for was a secretarial position.

  “Yes. I’m going to need you to wear your best evening gown and come to the address I’m going to give you. Be there by 7pm sharp.” She wanted to ask for details but his use of the word ‘sharp’ indicated that no questions would be answered and that if she wanted the job she had better agree.

  “Umm…ok. Is there anything I should know beforehand?” Mr. Kine shook his head.

  “Your purpose will be to keep everyone from noticing that I’m not there.” Cassie frowned.

  “Okay…where…I mean…” She stumbled over her words. She wanted to know who everyone was, where they were going to be and why Mr. Kline wasn’t going to be there himself.

  “You know all you need to know.” Cassie nodded obediently. A smile crept over Mr. Kine’s lips. Taking a pen from a drawer in his desk he scribbled down an address on a piece of paper and handed it to Cassie.

  Chapter Three

  “I don’t know about this.” Cassie turned around to look at the back of her dress in the mirror. “There’s just something weird about it.” Callie wrapped the curling iron around her sister’s long dark hair.

  “It sounds like fun to me. You should be more adventurous, just think of all the possibilities! You might meet the president!” Cassie snorted.

  “I don’t think he’d have me meet the president on my first day…besides, if the president was going to be there then he’d definitely show up don’t you think?” Callie shrugged. “Urgh sis, I think I’m making a huge mistake. I’m so nervous.” Callie unraveled her sister’s hair from the curling iron and pursed her lips.

  “I could always go for you?” It wasn’t often that the sisters took advantage of being identical but Cassie had to admit that as nervous as she was the idea was more than tempting.

  “I don’t know, what if he finds out?” Callie laughed.

  “Really? Mom couldn’t even tell us apart half the time and you think a guy who’s known you for all of ten minutes will be able to?” Cassie appeared to be considering it. “Besides, you said he didn’t really tell you anything other than to keep the bigwigs busy so…how hard can that be?” Callie was excited at the idea of playing hostess at a party, she had always been the more outgoing of the two of them.

  “Promise not to screw it up for me? You know how much I need this job…” Callie beamed back at her sister.

  “I promise! But only if you let me do all of your afterhours schmoozing dahling!” Callie pretended to sip from a champagne glass as she strutted around the bathroom with the curling iron in hand.

  “Let’s get this one over and done with first, ok?” Reaching behind her Cassie tried to unzip her dress, Callie set the curling iron down and helped her sister to undress.

  “This is one of my favorite dresses, we’re definitely going to make an impression tonight!” Callie slipped her sisters dress down over her shoulders and it cascaded to the floor in a shimmy of satin and lace. Cassie could still feel the butterflies in her stomach only this time it wasn’t butterflies at the idea of going to Mr. Kine’s event, it was butterflies at the idea of being caught not going. “Hey, relax.” Her sister’s fingers rubbed her shoulders as she pressed her face against Cassie’s. They stared at each other in the mirror. “I promise I won’t fuck it up.”

  “What if he shows up, you know, to check on me…” Callie kissed her sister’s cheek quickly as she bent down to tug the dress from under Cassie’s feet.

  “Then tell me what he looks like while I get dressed.”

  Chapter Four

  Callie blew her sister a kiss and turned around to face the large estate that stood before her. The very thought of being part of something that was taking place behind the doors of such a grand home made her heart race. She had always been the extrovert between her and her sister and tonight she planned to ensure that her sister kept her job by playing the part of dutiful hostess.

  As she made it to the top of the stone steps a man in a tuxedo offered to take her purse and shawl. Callie contemplated this for a moment before rationalizing that if the man could afford a tuxedo he probably wasn’t looking to run away with her purse and shawl.

  “Thank you.” She handed them to him and he handed her what looked like a raffle ticket torn in half. With nowhere else to put the small stub she moved closer to the man who had handed it to her and used his cover to slip it in to her bra.

  “Gotta keep it somewhere!” She winked at the astounded doorman, turned around with a smile and surveyed the large hall that stood in front of her. The ceiling of the room was domed and the floor was planked, making for an acoustic nightmare with so many squawking women hanging off the arms of their well-groomed dates. Callie didn’t even know where to begin as she stepped through the doorway and looked around for a familiar face. She didn’t know who she expected to see, but when she didn’t see them she decided instead to chas
e down one of the waiters for a glass of champagne.

  “Cassie!” Callie snatched a glass off the waiter’s tray, “Cassie!” Turning around she found a young dark haired girl looking at her expectantly with a leather organizer under her arm. “Hannah? I met you today, Mr. Kine’s personal assistant?” Callie blinked, stunned. Her sister hadn’t told her about any of the supporting cast in this play.

  “Oh!” She exaggerated the exclamation, “I’m so sorry! I’m terrible with faces!” Hannah looked a little relieved and reached past Callie to take a glass of champagne for herself.

  “No problem!” She took a sip of champagne, “I’m surprised so many people showed up!” Callie gulped at her champagne.

  “So, I know I’m here to schmooze people, but do you know exactly who I’m supposed to be schmoozing?” Callie drained her glass and reached over to put it back on the waiter’s tray. He looked at her with surprise and she flashed him a smile before turning back to Hannah.

  “Okay, pay attention. That,” she pointed across the room to an older man picking apart a shrimp on a napkin, “is Mr. Donovan. He’s one of our biggest clients.” Callie wanted to ask what he was a client of exactly, but she refrained. “And the lady in the red dress there,” she pointed to a thirty-something with long blonde hair and a pair of scarlet heels that would break anyone’s neck if they actually had to walk in them, “that’s Ms. Allen. She has more money that she knows what to do with. She’s definitely worth ‘schmoozing’ as you put it. Then there’s Mr. Oliver, Ford and Harris, the three men over by the door? They play a considerable part in social events.” Callie had stopped listening after the introduction of Ms. Allen. She was bored.

  “Got it.” Hannah wasn’t finished but Callie let her know that she was as she patted the top of her arm and nodded her head toward Mr. Oliver, Ford and Harris. “I am on it!” Hannah opened her mouth but before she could speak Callie had already started off towards them.

  Mr. Oliver, she assumed, was the one that one of the other men was calling Ollie when she walked over.

  “Ahhh what have we here? New blood?” Mr. Oliver laughed and the other two men joined in.

  “You could say that,” Callie extended her hand. “I’m Cassie, I work for Mr. Kine? I was told that I simply must meet you all.” Mr. Oliver took her hand in his and turning it over he kissed the back of it. The process was repeated twice more by Mr. Ford and Mr. Harris. Callie resisted the urge to wipe the back of her hand against her dress.

  “Well gentlemen, seems old Kiney’s done it again.” Callie forced a smile as she realized that she’d purposefully walked in to bigot’s corner. “Speaking of which, has anyone actually seen him yet tonight?” Ford and Harris shook their heads with mutterings of the negative. “Hmm, where is your boss tonight, young lady?” Callie hated being referred to as a ‘young lady,’ particularly by such an irritating group of older men.

  “He’s around here somewhere, he was talking with Ms. Allen the last time I saw him.” The three men chorused their approval.

  “Ahh, good old Kiney, always trying to work the room for more investments!” Oliver laughed at his own observation and the other two men joined in.

  “Well, it’s been lovely meeting you gentlemen, but I should go and see if I can chase Mr. Kine down.” Mr. Oliver laughed.

  “Yes, yes, you do that. I hope I’ll see you again later, hmm?” Callie smiled as politely as she could, nodded at each of the men and took a few steps toward the entrance of the room. “I wouldn’t mind that chasing me down!” Mr. Oliver made sure to say it loud enough that Callie could hear and it took everything in her not to walk back over to him and slap him across the face.

  “Pervert.” She muttered to herself as she headed back in to the hallway. The doorman noticed her immediately and gave her a nervous smile, she smiled back and gave him a wink.

  If all of the ‘guests’ at Mr. Kine’s event were going to be as unpleasant as Mr. Oliver and his friends, Callie decided that she would bow out of any future engagements. Cassie was always the more levelheaded of the two and perhaps, Callie thought, wouldn’t be as inclined to slap people across the face.

  Callie walked down the hallway and came to a red velvet rope that cordoned off the rest of the house. Behind the rope and to the left stood a large staircase. Callie wanted to see what she could find at the top of it. She had always been a firm believer that if you acted like you belonged somewhere, no one would question your actually being there, so very nonchalantly she unhooked the rope, walked through, hooked it back in place and walked towards the staircase. Either no one had noticed or no one cared to say anything, but that didn’t stop the adrenaline that Callie could feel racing through her body. She took the stairs one by one, being sure not to look behind her. Someone who knew where they were going would definitely not look behind them.

  At the top of the stairs a long red runner covered dark hardwood floors and a portrait of an older man hung centered on the long wall. There was a hallway to both the left and the right of the landing. Callie opted to go left in an effort not to walk across the strip of landing that went in front of the foyer and draw more attention to herself. There were five doors on the left wing in all and Callie decided to begin with the furthest from her and work her way back to where she started. She wasn’t sure who, if anyone lived in the estate but whatever she found would have to be more interesting than entertaining more guests like Mr. Oliver.

  Callie got to the end of the hallway and slowly turned the door handle. The door swung open freely and Callie’s eyes widened in surprise. Quickly she stepped in to the room and pushed the door until it was open just a crack. Never in a million years had she expected to find a room like this in an estate like this.

  “Have you found what you were looking for?” The deep voice behind Callie startled her. How the hell had someone snuck up on her in just seconds? She turned around slowly, but there was no one there. She frowned, looking around the room. “Look up.” She lifted her eyes and once again surveyed the room. A small camera sat above the door. Callie stared at it. “Go ahead, take a look around, see if there’s anything you like the look of.” She heard a click and contemplated running back downstairs. The problem was, however, that the contents of the room were captivating.

  Callie took a few steps forward until her hand came to rest on an elevated leather bench. The black leather was perfectly polished. She ran her hand over it slowly and took a deep breath in. As she continued to rub the cool leather her eyes lit upon the various tools that were slotted in to a rack that hung on the wall. A few looked like riding crops, others resembled paddles and underneath the rack stood a wide black dresser. Callie wondered what was in the drawers, she was tempted to look – after all the voice had told her to take a look around, but somehow she felt as though he hadn’t meant it.

  “Who are you?” The voice from the camera was back, only this time it was much clearer and directly behind her. Callie moved to turn around but she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. “Uh uh, first you tell me who you are…” Callie could feel her heart racing.

  “Cassie, Cassie Wentworth.” She tried to sound confident but she could hear the tremor in her voice.

  “Hmm,” She felt his lips brush against her ear and his hot breath on her face. “I don’t believe you.” Callie could feel her fear turning to excitement as he breathed heavily against her ear. “You aren’t Cassie, so who are you?” His hands slid off her shoulders and down to her hips, in one jerking motion he pulled her back against him. She could feel him pressing against her.

  “I am Cassie!” She couldn’t afford to lose her sister’s job for her but at this point she wasn’t entirely sure whether she was doing her a favor or making things worse.

  “Do you know what we do to liars around here?” She could feel his cock growing harder as he pressed against her firm buttocks.

  “No…” She gasped.

  Chapter Five

  Callie felt the softness of silk as a piece of fabric was ti
ed over her eyes. It felt like a tie. Her breath was coming hard and fast as she contemplated exactly what they did do to liars in this house. The man was no longer pressed against her and she could hear him rummaging around in one of the drawers.

  “I’m afraid we teach liars a lesson…” Callie could feel herself getting wet with every word he spoke. “We make liars talk…” He was back behind her and this time she could feel his hands tugging at her dress. The tight fabric around her breasts released as he slid the zipper down to the small of her back. The dress slid off her and she could hear the soft swoosh as it landed at her feet.

  “Ahhh…” She gasped as he unhooked her bra and her plump breasts fell forward. A gentle thud as her bra too landed on the floor. “Mmm please…” His fingertips danced around the top of her panties. She licked her lips in anticipation. Slowly he peeled down her panties and Callie listened as they dropped to the floor.

  “Please what?” His lips brushed against her ear again, driving her wild.

  “Please…give it to me…” He knew what she wanted, her whole body trembled for him.

  “Mmmmm, I’ll give it to you.” He took her hand and led her around to the end of the leather bench where he gently guided her down until she was laying on her stomach. A slight hump in the bench caused her ass to lift in to the air. Callie squirmed as the cool leather pressed against her shaved pussy. She tried to part her thighs, to give him access to her but as she tried he pushed them back together. For a moment Callie lay, listening to a sound that she didn’t recognize until she felt the rough texture of rope being looped around her ankles. Her heart began thumping loudly as she considered that perhaps she had made a terrible mistake.

  The rope around her ankles was pulled tightly and she could hear as he threaded it underneath the bench. Then she felt the rope being wrapped around her wrists as well. He was binding her to the bench. He pulled the knots tightly and when he seemed satisfied with the net of rope that he had formed under the bench she heard him walk back around to her side.