“You fucked him,” she whispers forcefully. “You fucked him, didn’t you!”
I can’t say anything, I just feel the redness spreading over my cheeks. Rosie’s eyes widen some more and she bursts out laughing.
“No!!”
I shrug.
“No!!! Harper!”
“Oops?” I suggest before starting to chuckle. She grabs me by the elbow and guides me towards the corner of the room.
“Tell. Me. Everything.” She says into my ear as she leads me away from the crowd. “Everything.”
Chapter 10 - Zach
I’m scanning the room for her and I can’t see her. There’s deep disappointment welling up inside me as I realise she’s gone and I hate myself for it. Women don’t have this effect on me! I’m the one who’s in control! I glance back to my employees, a ring of three of them around me all vying for my attention. It’s exhausting. Even Becca, my assistant who usually entertains me with a bit of a flirt seems so boring and vapid now. Her tight top just seems overdone. She’d never pull off a light-up Christmas sweater from the thrift store.
Shaking my head, I try to focus on what they’re saying. This isn’t like me. We slept together and that’s it. She left the party without saying goodbye, so that says it all. It’s better this way, anyways. People would talk if they saw us speaking to each other too much. It would just be more Christmas party rumours.
Still, I find myself wishing she was here. I keep looking around for her, wanting to see those eyes of hers.
It must be lust. That’s the only explanation. She was so wild in bed - ahem - on the sofa and I’m just wanting more. Why else would I be looking for her like this? I’m just reeling from my orgasm is all. Nothing more.
“So you took care of Harper up there, hey,” says a man’s voice from behind me. I frown. He has a high-pitched voice and there’s a hint of an edge to it. I turn around slowly and see a short balding man with a big beer belly. His beady black eyes are staring at me and I don’t know if I’m imagining the fury burning in them. He blinks and his face loses all emotion. It’s like he wilfully rearranges his features to hide something. Am I imagining things? I’m just as paranoid as Harper now!
“Yes, Harper is feeling better. She was lucky she didn’t get injured when the tree fell,” I respond, keeping my voice steady.
The man says nothing, just stares at me with those small black eyes. His hair is plastered to his forehead and he looks like he has a permanent sheen of sweat on his face. He stares at me so long it starts to get unnerving. What did he mean by ‘take care of Harper?’ Finally he speaks again.
“You seem to know her pretty well,” he says, his voice flat and emotionless. I frown. He’s staring at me like there’s more to his words than he’s letting on.
“I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name?”
“Greg,” he says slowly. “Greg Chesney. From accounts.”
I nod and give my usual answer when I have no idea who one of my employees is. “Of course.”
We stare at each other for a few moments and I’m scrambling to find something to say when without warning, he spins around and weaves his way through the crowd and disappears.
“What was that about?” Mitch asks as soon as the man walks away. I take a deep breath and turn towards him.
“I’m not sure. It was fucking weird though.”
“Fucking nutcase if you ask me. Does he work for us??”
“That’s Greg,” says Becca. “He’s a creep. He was totally stalking one of the women at the office last year, I don’t know how he kept his job.”
I glance at her and frown. Suddenly my heart is beating a little bit faster. “Stalking?!”
She nods her head. “Secret admirer kind of thing. She’d get letters delivered to her house and phone calls with just heavy breathing. I think he showed up at her house a couple times. So creepy.”
“Who?” I almost shout. “Who was the woman? Why didn’t I know about this!” My heart starts hammering in my chest and I remember the fear in Harper’s eyes when she heard something outside, and the way she stared at those plastic plates. Was it her?? Did she have a stalker and then had to keep working with him for a year?! Why wouldn’t someone fire the bastard!
Suddenly Becca seems uncomfortable. She wrings her hands. “I… I don’t know. It’s confidential, Mr. Lockwood. I’m not even supposed to know about it. HR handled it last year and I never heard the details. You could ask them?”
I stare at her for a few seconds, trying to see if she’s telling the truth. Suddenly it looks like her face breaks and she brings her hands up in front of her.
“Please don’t tell them I told you! They’ll never forgive me for it. They could make my day a living hell.”
I soften my look and shake my head. “Don’t worry, Becca. Nothing is going to happen to you.”
The room feels stuffy. I feel like I’m being smothered, like every breath is a struggle. I excuse myself and head for the door. I keep my head down and weave through the crowd in the bar, not pausing to talk to the people who call out my name. They all just want me to notice them, to move up the ladder in any small way they can.
I walk outside and the cold winter air hits me like a wall. There’s snow falling lightly and I know it would be a beautiful winter evening if I didn’t feel like I was suffocating. I catch a glimpse of Harper climbing into a cab with her friend Rosie. I watch as they drive away and I feel a punch in the gut. The taillights are bright in the dark night and I stand there until the car drives out of sight. She was serious, when she said it was a one-time thing. She left without saying goodbye.
I spin around and start stomping down the street in the other direction. Usually it’s me who leaves the women hanging! How dare she just toss me aside like I’m some piece of meat! I stuff my hands into my pockets and try to walk off the frustration inside me. This isn’t how the night was supposed to end! She was supposed to be mine! The cool winter air fills my lungs and calms me down as I walk away from the bar, away from the office, away from her.
After a few minutes I calm down. The anger that flared inside me subsides. I’m not mad, I’m just not used to meeting a woman who’s so in control of herself. She’s right to walk away from me, we need to keep it professional from now on. I need to keep my distance from her and my attraction to her will pass. Hopefully she keeps wearing those ugly sweaters and I can forget what she looks like underneath.
Chapter 11 - Harper
“I don’t know what else to tell you, Rosie. It just sort of… happened.”
“Harper, come on,” Rosie says while looking at me sideways. “These things don’t just happen. You slept with New York’s most eligible bachelor! He’s rich, he’s handsome and he’s your boss!! What are you going to do now?”
I shrug. “I’ll just go to work on Monday and pretend it never happened.”
As soon as the words leave my lips I know it’s easier said than done. How can I pretend it never happened when I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all night?? I had to stop myself from staring at him, and even when I told Rosie what happened I could feel my body yearning for him. In the end I had to run away or I knew I would do something stupid.
Rosie shakes her head. “You’re unbelievable. Only you could pull the Christmas tree down on top of you and then proceed to sleep with your boss an hour later.” She laughs.
“Half an hour later,” I correct.
Rosie laughs. “I’m so glad I met you. You make life interesting, if nothing else.”
I grin. “I’m glad I can provide some entertainment for you.”
The cab pulls up to my house.
“You sure you’re ok, Harper? You don’t want me to stay till tomorrow in case you need to go to the hospital? What if you have a concussion?”
“You’re the best friend I could ask for, Rosie, but no, I’m fine. I just want to relax and sleep.”
“Alright,” she says, putting he
r arm out. We hug quickly and I get out of the cab and walk to my front door.
I see a movement out of the corner of my eye and glance over. Is someone there? Rosie’s cab has already driven off and my street is uncomfortably silent. I peer into the darkness but I don’t see anything. My heart starts beating a bit faster until I finally find my keys. Once I’m inside I rush up the stairs to my apartment, I turn on all the lights and lock the door. That’s better. I shiver slightly and push the feeling away. It’s just too much excitement for one evening. With a deep breath, I calm myself down and shake my head. My nerves are shot.
I start getting ready for bed. After a few drinks and all the excitement of the evening I feel absolutely exhausted. I brush my teeth and climb into my bed in record time, knowing that I’ll be asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.
That doesn’t happen though. I get under the covers and immediately I feel wide awake. Suddenly my body feels cold, like it needs the feel of another person’s skin against it. I try to close my eyes but as soon as I do, Zach’s face paints itself on my eyelids. I see the way he looked at me when we were cleaning in the office, the way his eyes raked up my body and his desire was written all over his face.
I sigh, and let my hand drift down to my mound. Even the thought of him looking at me makes the wetness gather between my legs. I sigh as my hand starts working its way around my bud, gently at first and then faster. I remember the way his hands felt on my hips, on my ass, the way he kissed my nipples and pulled my head down towards his lips.
I remember the way my hips bucked as I rode him, almost as if by instinct. Our bodies moved together and every sound, every moan, every touch was electric. I imagine what it would be like to be with him now, if he were on top of me and our naked bodies were intertwined. I could run my hands over his broad chest and grab onto his shoulders as he thrusts his cock inside me. I could actually feel his skin against mine, we wouldn’t have our clothes on like we did in his office. We could take our time. I could touch him and feel his body against mine, feel him push deeper and deeper inside me.
God, I want to feel that cock again. As my fingers twirl around my clit I just think of the way it felt to be filled up by him, to have him sheathed inside me as deep as he can go. I want to have him deep inside me again. I want to feel him come inside me like he did earlier.
The thought of him pumping his seed into me makes my walls contract and my wetness intensify. I can feel myself edging closer and closer to orgasm, and I just think about the way his eyes burned when he looked at me, and the way my skin sizzled with every touch. I think of the way his hands gripped me and pulled me down as his cock drove into me harder, faster, deeper.
I come at the thought of his orgasm pumping into me. I let my legs fall open and exhale as the pleasure washes over me. All too soon, it’s over. I take a deep breath and open my eyes.
I came as I was thinking of his white seed spilling into me and the thought makes me blush, even alone in my own bed. I shouldn’t want that, it shouldn’t turn me on but it does.
That orgasm was nothing compared to the real thing. Maybe now I’ll be able to sleep, but if anything it’s only made me want him more. I fall asleep thinking of the way it felt to have him inside me.
I wake up with the cold December light streaming through my open blinds. It’s not helping the headache that pounds in my skull. Too much wine.
As soon as my eyes open, I’m thinking of the same thing I fell asleep thinking about - Zachary Lockwood’s cock buried deep inside me. It’s a feeling I won’t forget in a hurry.
I sigh and swing my legs off the edge of the bed. I’ll have to forget it, because come Monday he’ll be back to being my boss, and I’ll be back to being his bumbling employee who ruined the Christmas party.
Chapter 12 - Zach
“Morning Zach,” Mitch says to me. “Good weekend? You didn’t come out on Saturday! Great talent at the club,” he winks. I try not to groan.
“Nah, wasn’t feeling it.” I try to slip past him without answering any more of his questions. He’s a great friend but I’m not in the mood to hear about what girls were at which club and how many he took home this weekend. I can’t deal with that today. It’s been two weeks since the Christmas party and Mitch has been pestering me to go out almost every single night. I just can’t muster up the energy.
The past few weeks have been the longest weeks of my life. For the first time in a long, long time I’ve actually been looking forward to going in to the office. I look forward to Mondays. I walk across the office and scan the room.
The cleaners did a good job with the mess from the Christmas tree incident and the place finally looks back to normal. Everyone else is either working or milling around like any other morning. I can’t help but feel like something has shifted. There’s a slight buzz in the room, it’s the last week before the holiday break, but I know that’s not what’s changed.
I glance around the room but I already know what’s different. I’m looking for her again, just like I have been every day for the past two weeks. I shake my head and walk into my office, closing the door behind me.
Usually, a couple weeks would see many women come and go in my life but I haven’t even met a single one that interests me. I glance over at the couch and my thoughts flick back to that night. I think of Harper sitting on top of me and it feels like it happened yesterday. We were right there. That’s where she was when she was riding me like her life depended on it and I had one of the best orgasms of my life. Even looking at the empty sofa makes my cock start to throb in my pants.
“Ahem,” comes a soft voice behind me. I turn to see Becca. She’s wearing some sort of semi-office appropriate low cut top and she’s leaning down to give me the full view of her cleavage. She smiles coyly. “Morning Mr. Lockwood. I have a message for you from Mr. Latif.” She hands me a piece of paper and then lingers. I glance at the paper then back at her.
“Anything else?” I ask dryly. She looks a bit taken aback. I open my mouth to say something nicer and then decide to close it again.
“No, no that’s it.” She pauses again. “Did you have a good weekend?”
“It was fine,” I say as I open the paper, turning around without looking at her. I sit at my desk and finally look up. She’s still here. “Becca, I’m still waiting for Greg Chesney’s file. It’s been over a week since I asked.
She nods. “HR wouldn’t release the file right away. Confidentiality issues. I’ll chase them up again.”
“What kind of confidentiality stops the CEO of the company from accessing an employee file?!”
“I’m not sure, Mr. Lockwood. I’ll chase them up again this morning.”
I nod. She lingers, and I wave to the door. “Would you mind closing that on the way out?”
She nods again quietly and finally leaves. I sigh when the door clicks closed. That was painful. Our once flirty relationship has gotten very strained lately. I know it’s me, I’m the one who’s been acting different but I can’t help it.
It doesn’t matter. She’ll just have to get used to it. Hopefully she’ll have some useful information for me about Greg Chesney and I can find out who this guy is and why he still works for me.
I turn my eyes back to the note in my hand and read it again. I sigh, rubbing my temples. This is not good news. One of our biggest clients has just moved a deadline to the beginning of January, and the new timeline is almost unachievable. I glance at the calendar - the staff is supposed to be on holiday from Thursday this week until the New Year. We’re going to have to work through Christmas. I pick up the phone and dial Becca’s desk.
“Yes Mr. Lockwood?”
“Becca, get the management team in here. I need everyone as soon as possible.”
“No problem,” she says and I click the phone down. Might as well deliver the news right away and see who volunteers to work through the holidays.
It only takes a couple minutes for my management team to
assemble. The first person to walk in is Harper. She looks right at me from across the room and immediately my cock jumps in my pants. I quickly shift my weight and say a silent thanks that I’m sitting down behind my desk.
Get a fucking grip!!
“Good weekend?” She says in that musical voice of hers. Why is everyone so interested in my weekend?!
“Yeah it was fine, relaxing,” I respond. She nods and sits down on the sofa exactly where I was on that Friday night with her legs straddling my lap. She brushes an imaginary piece of dust off the sofa and glances at me through her eyelashes. My cock twitches again. I clear my throat.
“How was yours?”
“Same,” she shrugs. She glances at me again but before I can speak, Mitch walks in.
“What’s this about, Zach?” He says in that booming voice of his.
“Let’s wait for the rest of the team to get here.” Mitch nods and sits down on one of the chairs opposite my desk. It only takes a couple minutes for the dozen management executives to come in the door.
“Right, team, I’ve had some bad news. The Latifs have moved their deadline up to January 2nd. We will need to deliver the entire advertisement proposal to them by that day or else they’ll pull out of the contract.”
“WHAT!” Mitch exclaims. I hold up a hand.
“Before anyone protests, I’m volunteering to carry this through myself. We need a skeleton team to work through the holidays to get this done. I’ll need one of you and about half a dozen team members. You’ll get time off in lieu in January, after the project is delivered.” I glance at my team and a heavy silence hangs on the room. “Any volunteers?”
I can see them glancing at each other, hoping someone else will put their hand up. How many of them have holidays and trips planned? How many of them will want to spend time with their families? I know I’m asking a lot, but I have no choice.
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