The Payne In The Blog (Cake Love)

by Elizabeth Lynx

  "Yes I do Henrik."

  His eyes close as he takes a breath. When they open the dark fury I see causes me to gasp.

  "If you touch me I don't know if I will be able to stop myself. You ..." He shakes his head chuckling before brushing my nipple with his thumb. Henrik's gaze opens and stays locked to my breast as he continues.

  "Let me guess Morgana, you like a little foreplay and feel lucky if the guy gives you sweet kisses all over that pretty pussy of yours? Or maybe something a little dirtier, like a naughty spanking causing your sumptuous ass to blush?"

  His eyes flick up to mine to gauge my reaction. What do I feel? I feel like I really want him right now! That is the hottest thing any man has ever said to me. I want him to do all that ... all that!

  "I ... I've never been spanked before." I don't know why I am even answering his question as I think it is hypothetical. His eyes widen while his nose flares. Reaching back down he starts to rub his palms over my ass.

  "So it's virgin territory. You really need to stop tempting me Morgana. First the cute little skirt at your interview, then the sexy glasses and now you are telling me no man has ever caused you to squeal with a much deserved spanking?"

  I suck in my bottom lip as I resist the urge to crash against his and do very illegal things to them. His hands push my skirt up even farther and slip under my matching lace panties. That's right ladies, I like the lingerie! It's my one indulgence. Oh who am I kidding it's one of my sixty indulgences.

  Henrik groans as he paws at my flesh. After a few moments his hand trails the seam of the lace to the front and pushes past my drenched lips until two fingers are pushing deep into my core. I gasp at the intrusion.

  "Is that better Morgana? Is that what you want from me? Or maybe just a little bit more."

  His hand begins a rhythmic motion moving in and out while his thumb draws perfect circles over my clit. My hips begin to mimic his movement and I reach my hand to touch his cheek but he grabs it before I have the chance.

  "What did I say about touching me? I don't think you really want this."

  With that he removes his hands and I feel a frustrating loss until it moves up to my bra and pushes the cups away revealing my nipples.

  "So fucking beautiful." He slathers my nipple with my own wetness and bows down so his lips just barely touch my puckered nipple. The heat of his tongue presses against the hard tip as it darts out. A moment later his lips encase and draw it in. I hiss and buck my hips toward him. He rewards me by slipping his fingers back down and inside my warm folds.

  I can feel his fingers curl inside me as the pressure of my release nears. His teeth start to nip at my nipple and before I conclude that he has a favorite he releases my nipple and plants his lips on the other.

  "Oh god Henrik!"

  His tongue is playing eagerly with the nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking. Once his thumb presses on my nub I know I am at the tipping point. My hips lunge wildly as I feel my muscles tighten around his fingers. Just then he's gone.

  Dazed and frustrated I look over at him straightening his tie as he turns to walk to the door. His back is to me when he stops in the doorway and turns his head so I can only see his profile.

  "Ms. Drake, remember you are MY assistant. First thing Monday you will be at your desk on the twenty-eighth floor. I expect my coffee delivered to me when I arrive. You are to do as I say or you will be ... reprimanded."

  His head turns and he is gone. Just like that ... gone.

  My legs are still hanging open along with my blouse while my boobs dangle for all to see. I'm in shock. What the FUCK was that? I am so angry right now I can't ... can't ... even form words.

  Quickly I adjust my skirt, fix my undergarments and button up my top after I hop off the desk. Once I am done I grab my phone from the floor and begin to dial. It rings and after the second one I hear, "Hello?"

  "Grandma! What did you say to him?"

  Chapter 12 - THE Phone Call...

  In hindsight I really shouldn't have let my grandma talk to Mr. Payne. I will admit that is my fault knowing how she is with people, but he didn't have to react in that manner. Who brings a woman to the point of orgasm and then walks away like nothing happened? Assholes, that's whom!

  "Grandma answer up! What did you say to Mr. Payne?"

  "Sweets, it was nothing really."

  I stand, too amped up on hormones to sit. Taking a deep breath I try to calmly talk to my grandmother.

  "You obviously said something."

  "Did that man diddle with your middle?"

  How ... how on earth does she know?

  "What?" The high pitched reaction does a poor job at covering my surprise.

  "Oh sweets, he did. I warned him not to do that. Your Mr. Payne seems like a sweet young man, I don't want him to be hurt by you."

  My hormones dissipate and confusion takes over. I lean back on my desk that only minutes ago helped in the sexual unification of two warring parties. Maybe we aren't at war, but he does piss me off more than Russia ever irritated the United States, just saying.

  "Warned him? What did you say Grandma?"

  "I told him you are a challenge. No man has conquered your Himalaya. Finally I told him I would be surprised if a man, even one as nice as him, could take you. Oh and I think I told him to imagine Taming of the Shrew, something along those lines."

  "You called me a shrew? Grandma, first of all men have concurred my 'Himalaya' as you call it. I told you I ... AM ... NOT ... A ... LESBIAN! Secondly and most important you made me out to be some barbaric cave woman who needs a man to bat her over the head with a club. I love you, Grandma but please don't set me up as a sexual challenge to my boss. I don't need help getting laid. Jesus! I never thought I would be having this conversation with my grandmother."

  I can hear her sigh on the other end.

  "If you didn't want me to help you, Morgana, then why did you have me talk to him?"

  "I thought you would stick up for me like you always do. Tell him not to treat me so bad, that sort of thing. Instead you made it sound like he should be afraid of me."

  "Trust me sweets what I said helped even if you can't see it now. I have to go. My tanks running low. Need to find gas before I run out. I don't want to be stuck in the desert."

  "I thought you were in Wyoming?"

  "No not until spring. Staying down south for the winter. Love you, sweets. And don't worry about your Mr. Payne. I think he will wise up soon enough. Are you sure it's Mr. Payne and not Ms. Payne because even though he has a deep voice I know hormonal treatments can do that to a ..."

  "Bye Grandma, love you."

  I hang up before she continues on her quest to turn me gay. I can become gay as well as a homosexual can turn straight. Putting the phone into my purse I decide to call it a night. Before I leave I pick up the pink Post-It's scattered on the floor. Most of them are the usual stuff about client meetings, etc. The last one I grab states that I need to pick up his dry cleaning and deliver it to his home. It has the address of the cleaners and his home address on the back.

  Really? I will get his paperwork. I will read his emails. I will even get his coffee, but I won't pick up his dry cleaning. I am not his personal assistant. He needs to be reminded that I work for Mimir, not just him. If he needs a favor from me to do his personal fetching then he should have thought about that before teasing me to the point of orgasm and then walking away.

  I crumple the note in my fist; snatch my coat and purse before marching to the elevators.

  "Lucy, you have some 'splaining to do!" I yell at the open elevator door and walk inside pushing the button.

  Once I'm on the twenty-eighth floor I head toward his office and see his door slightly ajar with light filtering out. His voice floats out as I get closer.

  "Is he okay, just let me know?"

  My body goes rigid and comes to a halt as I notice the hurt in his voice.

  "He's breathing. Oh thank God. Was the surgery successful?"

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bsp; I creep closer to the door without making my presence known. Yes, I know I am eavesdropping but wouldn't you? This is like something out of a soap opera.

  There are a lot of "uh huh's" coming from him.

  "Well, when will he wake?"

  I sense a sneeze coming on and pinch my nose to hold it back. It doesn't work and it feels like my head imploded. Luckily he didn't hear anything. Unluckily I don't have a tissue and keep rubbing my nose on my scarf.

  "He's in a coma? You never said anything about a coma?"

  My curiosity is going crazy and I have to whip it back like an old fashioned lion tamer.

  "Wait. Wait a minute. So, there is a chance he may never wake up? I came to you because you are the best Neurosurgeon in this country and now you are telling me, not only may David never walk again but he may never wake up?"

  Oh God! I look at the crinkled paper in my hand. Suddenly picking up his dry cleaning doesn't seem like a chore anymore. I drop the paper on the floor feeling like a selfish ass.

  My thoughts are interrupted with a loud crash coming from inside his office. Then another crash followed by a large boom. I race inside to see Mr. Payne's chest moving up and down wildly as he stands by an overturned chair. There is a fern that is no longer in its pot lying in the corner and next to it his phone scattered in several pieces.

  "Mr. Payne are you all right?"

  His eyes flicker an intense gaze at me. Without a word he turns his back and strolls casually past his desk to the wall of windows putting his hands in his trouser pockets.

  "Ms. Drake please contact housekeeping and arrange to have someone clean this up."

  "Of course sir. But are you all right?"

  He turns to face me and gives a tiny chuckle which I barely hear.

  "No Ms. Drake I'm not all right. I haven't been all right for a long time. Now just go home and have a restful weekend. I'll see you first thing on Monday."

  Did he just tell me to have a restful weekend? That is so ... nice. Whoa, something is seriously wrong if he is being pleasant to me. This isn't right. I'll talk to him; bring him back from the edge he is nearing.

  "Mr. Payne something is obviously bothering you. I hear it helps to talk about it?"

  His shoulders tense as his gaze narrows causing me to suck in my breath. Even with his hair disheveled and muscles tight from stress the man is still sexy as hell.

  "I am not seeing a fucking therapist!"

  Wow, cowboy! No need to get eye stabby.

  "No, I mean me. Sometimes we need someone to just listen as we let it out."

  For the first time since I have ever known Mr. Payne he looks vulnerable. There is a moment when the expression he flashes is one of innocence and hurt, but it quickly disappears being replaced by his usual glare. Derek Zoolander has Blue Steel, well Henrik Payne has Dark Thunder. Made that one up myself!

  Dark Thunder intimidates people and causes some to cry in fear, but for me it makes me smile. Because I know it's his little protective barrier to the world. Everyone has a shield of some kind that helps them deal with things they are afraid of, it's what humans do. This is Mr. Payne's safety blanket and it's telling me he's okay, for now at least. Though it would make me feel better if he confided in someone.

  "You are my assistant, not my therapist."

  "Yes, you made that quite clear down stairs in the Sales department."

  He winces and walks over to the couch to sit. Mr. Payne sighs placing his head in his hands to scrub his face and then lays it back so he is staring at the ceiling.

  "Yeah, about that. I'm sorry Ms. Drake. I have a bit of a problem when challenged."

  I walk over and sit down on the other end of the couch and arrange myself to face him.

  "So that's why you did it because you were challenged by my grandma?"

  He turns, bringing his leg up on the couch to face me and rests his head in his hand. Mr. Payne smiles a devastatingly handsome smile.

  "That's partly why Ms. Drake."

  Chapter 13 - THE Truce...

  Okay, this is the moment. Right here on this very couch that has so much history about ... us! I laugh and shake my head thinking back on all the memories. The time I almost fainted in the interview when we first met and he helped me to this exact couch that my ass is sweating on now. Or the time he was so drunk he passed out while trying to give me cunnilingus and, how later I nearly ripped off his penis with his zipper. Ahh, good times.

  But now he's smiling at me, his eyes twinkling regardless of the terrible phone call he had about his friend/brother/nephew/son? I don't know David, the one in the coma, but he is obviously very important to Henrik. Despite knowing this he still smiles at me. I just know he is going to admit he has feelings for me.

  Don't get me wrong, I'm not some naive schoolgirl expecting him to pronounce his undying love or sweep me off my feet and whisk me to Vegas to get married. That would be ridiculous! Yeah, crazy, so why are you bringing it up? You are the crazy one, not me. I'm trying to be a rational person and you have to plant over the top romantic gestures in my head. Stop it. You just look sad. Yeah, sad.

  "Ms. Drake are you feeling all right?"

  I look up to see Henrik's head tilt in concern.

  "Yes, of course."

  "You were giggling a moment ago and now you are frowning. I don't understand."

  "I just thought of something funny in my head. Now don't change the subject. You were saying that was only partially the reason for what happened downstairs."

  He rubs at his face again turning his gaze to the untidy room. Mr. Payne expresses a low groan.

  "I am sorry for that. It was completely unprofessional and that's one thing I never am ... unprofessional. But with you, Morgana ..."

  His head slowly turns to face me as his expression softens. Gah! Right there. See that face. This is why I lov ... I mean like him. I meant to say like him. It is just a slip of the tongue. Shut up!

  "Ahh! I can't think straight. You are so ..."

  He's waving his hand in the air trying to come up with a word.

  "Refreshing, hypnotic, maybe even charismatic?" I try to help him with his quest for the perfect descriptive word.

  He shakes his head.

  "No, I was going to say irritating, accident prone and even a bit goofy."

  I frown and look down at the leather cushion I am sitting on.

  "Gee thanks. Never has a man been so eloquent when describing me."

  He scoots toward me and grabs my shoulders shaking his head.

  "No, that came out wrong. I mean, yes you are all those things but you are also wickedly smart, funny and when I look at you all I can see is ... my dream come to life. You are so beautiful that if you didn't have those faults you wouldn't be real."

  I ... I ... gah!!! What do I say to that?

  "Seriously, Brain how do I respond?" No man has come close to anything like that with me. The most romantic thing Trevor said to me was that I have great tits.

  "Morgana this really isn't my department. I'm the logical one remember, romantic sentiment doesn't compute." My Brain sits at her desk trying to clear the large stack of paperwork on her desk.

  "Heart, are you there Heart?"

  "Oh Morgana! Tell him you love him and you want his babies. You both need to wallow in this bliss. Never to wake up from ..."

  I close the door on my heart realizing she is too far gone to be of any use. There are times in life, difficult times, when a person must face reality head on.

  "So, then why did you just leave me there, alone, downstairs? If you feel this way you have a terrible way of showing me."

  Mr. Payne lets go of my shoulders and sits back to stare at the ceiling.

  "Because it's not right how I feel, what I have done. This job is important to me, just as your job is important to you. I really don't want to do anything to jeopardize either. It is important for me to focus on work right now. That may seem like a lame excuse but it's the truth. Can we just be boss and assistant?"

/>   As much as I hate what he said, he's right. This job and getting into the program is extremely important to me. What if this just is a fling that fizzles over time, then we are stuck working in a very uncomfortable situation. I can't risk that.

  "Oh Brain you were right all along."

  "I'm sorry Morgana. I know this is tough for you so I won't say I told you so, but ... okay I will say it. I told you so!" Brain runs back to her office and shuts the door like the coward she is.

  "Yeah we can just be assistant and boss. Can I be the boss though?"

  I smile as he looks over to me and grins. Mr. Payne so rarely smiles that when he does it stops my heart. I think I am clinically dead for a second but then realize all the blood has drained from my head to my crotch. This "only assistant/boss" thing is going to be hard.

  "A truce, I will try to be less of a Payne." He cocks an eye at me before continuing.

  "Yes, I know what everyone calls me Ms. Drake. So, I will be less of a Payne to you if you promise not to wear your glasses around me."

  I smirk at his request. He really has a thing for women in glasses.

  "I'll try Mr. Payne, but one false move from you and these babies come back out." I lower my frames down the bridge of my nose to look at him. His irises pool black and we stare at each other for a while. Finally he clears his throat and gets up to face the room.

  "Ms. Drake can you help me fix up the room?"

  "I thought you wanted me to call housekeeping?"

  He turns and reaches down a hand to help me up.

  "I think housekeeping will need to vacuum up the dirt from the plant but we can pick up the rest. You aren't afraid of getting a little dirty are you?"

  I got this job at a cost. There is always a price to pay when you ask THE gods for help. Because right as he spoke that last line I grab his hand and he pulls me up straight into his body. I can feel the hardness of his muscles, the heat from his skin and the growth between his legs as it all presses into me. My body reacts with a shiver.

  "Oh Morgana ..." He whispers as I look up into his heated eyes.

  Chapter 14 - THE Let Down...