by Amy Brent
“The men? That’s the issue. Do we just put an advert in the newspaper? I mean how did you find this place?”
“My mom skipped town with her new boyfriend. I was on foot on my way to somewhere. Anywhere that had a job, and I happened to see a car passing and…”
“Todd Fisher.”
She nods and then takes a sip of her drink. I decide to take a bit more; my mood’s swaying from being anxious to relaxed at the moment.
“And the rest as you know is history.”
“Strange, I always thought that you were the first virgins.”
She nods, “I was. Just that I wasn’t recruited the same way you were and I was trained by him to run this place. So, it became more than an auction.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve seen the rooms.”
I choke as I think about the different rooms downstairs, the secret ones. The play rooms as she so delicately called them when she gave me the grand tour.
“The baby room, the office, the bedroom, the torture room and the classroom.”
“Yes, there’s more. Next time I’ll show them to you.”
There’s a part of me that’s so intrigued about it that I want to learn more. The virgin, the old me wouldn’t be able to comprehend what goes on in those rooms. I would have probably found them sick and wonder why men can’t get that type of satisfaction the ‘old fashion way.' After being a sub, it opens a new door. A new wave of excitement in me when it comes to sex. It’s not simply about fucking, in fact it’s a lot deeper than that.
“Anyway, I think that we can be friends. Actually, I’m sure of it,” she says to her glass as she doesn’t look at me, but continues to drink.
There’s an uncomfortable silence as I try to decipher how she’s drawing to such a conclusion. I stop drinking when I think about maybe this is her way of trying to figure out if I’ll participate in a threesome with Blake. I nearly choke thinking about that, and then I put the glass back down, thinking that I need to be getting home.
I hear my phone vibrate and I’m happy for the distraction, and I see a message from Blake.
Blake: They’re going to fry him!
“What is it?”
“They’re going to send him to the electric chair.”
She sighs, “Maybe they should do the same thing to me too.”
I’m just about to ask her why she thinks that when both Olivia and Gary walk in. I expected to be jumping up and down with excitement, but I feel nothing. I gather that Blake’s happy, he wanted this to happen, but now that it’s happened is he really content?
His dad is going to be punished for being a serial killer. That’s got to hurt him, and maybe finally he’ll break down and cry about it all. I’ve never seen a grown man cry. But, I know that seeing the stress on Blake means that he’s got to break. He must do. No one can carry on the way that he’s been doing without feeling some remorse.
“Hey, you started drinking sis?”
I laugh as it’s clear that they’ve had a session in one of the rooms. They said that they both wanted to go on their own tour and explore the place. There’s something about this house that makes everyone who enters it want to have sex.
I nod, “I have, but I’ve just decided something.”
“What?” Everyone asks me as I stand there with a near empty tumbler in my hand.
“Lourdes you win.”
“What?”
“This place. I think that Blake’s right. I want a fresh start. I’m going to college, and I have my sights set on being a teacher. Blake doesn’t want to set foot in this place again. I just don’t see the point of keeping it or even venturing into a business that I don’t understand.”
“Are you sure?”
She’s raising her eyebrow as if she thinks that this is some trick.
“Blake wants nothing to do with this place, and I want us to get on with our lives. I don’t want to come back here. And with Olivia and Gary moving to the city and starting a family. I just don’t see the point of keeping it.”
I’m just glad that they admitted how they felt about each other and stopped playing games. I can’t believe that they’re getting married and she’s pregnant too. There are so many changes in such a short space of time.
Lourdes hugs me, her and she's squealing, “I’ll make this business a success you’ll see.”
I nearly drop the glass as I peal her away from me. I put it on the table and say, “I’m sure that you’ll do that. Good luck because you’re going to need it.”
She waves her finger in the air and says, “Where this business is going, I won’t need luck.”
I don’t know what she means by that statement, and there’s a part of me that doesn’t care. All I know is that there are too many bad memories in this place for Brad and me to truly make a fresh start. He wants to do it, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. There’s no benefit in being a part of this. At first, I wanted to do it because it was the place that connected Blake and I together. But now I know that his dad lured young girls here to murder them as he pleased and he’s paying the price for it. This place will bring up more bad memories than good ones.
“Come on guys, I need to catch up with Blake,” I say as I start heading outside.
“Lourdes, does this mean that we can’t visit?” Gary asks as he slowly walks behind me holding my bestie’s hand.
“You can visit anytime, and it’s on the house.”
Gary smiles and says, “Good because we enjoy the office.”
“Gary, I really don’t want to know,” I say as the idea of whatever they get up to starts to paint a picture in my mind. I start to walk faster before he starts going into graphic detail.
As I reach outside, Blake's standing by the door waiting for us to come out.
“I thought that you said that you'd never set foot in this house.”
He laughs, “Why do you think I’ve been waiting for you to come out?”
Ah, the whole time, he was outside when he sent the message.
“I thought you, were in the courthouse.”
He shakes his head, “I didn’t feel like it. I wanted to be with you and you didn’t want to go.”
I nod because today I was feeling guilty about not supporting him. We’d already seen the jury convict his dad for the charges. I didn’t see the point on us standing there and hearing the sentence too. If anything, I felt as if Blake was punishing himself by wanting to be there and I was hoping that he’ll back out if I didn’t go with him.
“Lily says that you’ll sign the business to me,” Lourdes blurts out as she runs up to him. She’s flirting again which confirms that she can’t help herself as far as he’s concerned because she seems to do it on automatic pilot.
“Really?”
Blake raises an eyebrow and then I look back to the door, and Olivia and Gary have gone again. Most likely to another room. If they keep on like this, then they’ll have enough babies to fill the rooms in this house.
“Yes, I want us to move on with the rest of our lives.”
“Hallelujah,” he says as he raises his head up to the sky.
“Lourdes I’ll get the paperwork to you as soon as possible. Right now, we’ve got some celebrating to do.”
“Yeah, we need to get Olivia and Gary, they’ve disappeared again.”
Blake shakes his head as he opens the car door, “They’ve got their car. Besides this celebration is for the two of us. They’re not invited.”
I nod my head thinking that I know exactly what’s on his mind and as he sits in the car next to me. I ask him, “In the car or on the way there?”
He presses his lips against mine and says, “Wait, and you’ll see my love.”
Damn, my man’s frisky and I know that we’ll be happy together. Not just for now, but for always.
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****The End****
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Boss Me Please - Hot Older Man Younger Woman Office Romance
Money and image. Those are the two guiding principles of a billionaire’s life and the cornerstones of the amazing life I built for myself.
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After twenty years working my ass off, I had everything I had ever wanted. The billion-dollar empire, a gorgeous heiress at my back and call, and every luxury my heart desired. The only problem is that I found something I want more.
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Grace Taylor.
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Between drunken mistakes, broken promises and a lot of heartbreak, two questions remain. Could I give everything up for love? And, will she accept me if I do?
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I guess we’re about to find out.
Grace
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At night, the office was a ghost town. During the day, however, it was a colorful ecosystem filled with inside jokes, efficiency and the delicious scent of coffee. As much as I liked being a part of that environment, I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed the darkness and silence a lot more. The office after hours was my domain, one I was happy to share with only one other person.
I looked at the other size of the hall where the door to Fletcher’s office was. I wasn’t sure if it was because he loved what he did or because he hated going home, but either way, Fletcher Cox loved working late.
The idea of spending a million dollars in an apartment you only ever used for sleep was one I couldn’t fully comprehend—probably because I wasn’t filthy rich like Fletcher—but that was my boss’s reality. He had the dream home, the sizable staff and every luxury in the world, and still, he spent every waking moment of every day sitting at his office desk chair. What a waste.
“Grace.” His voice was muffled through the closed door, but it still made little butterflies flutter inside my stomach.
Quickly, I got up and made my way to his office. Even though I knew he wanted me in there, I knocked before I opened the door and popped my head in.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Cox?”
Fletcher stood next to the dark bookcase at the corner with a tumbler containing his usual three fingers of whiskey in his hand. It was that kind of night and, because I was weak and stupid, my lips curled into a happy smile.
As per usual, he waved a hand at me. “Fletcher. Please. We’re not working anymore, are we?”
He wasn’t working. I still was. As his personal assistant, I wouldn’t stop working until he left the office. I thought about reminding him of that, but my lust made me decide against it. Although I knew it was wrong and pointless, in late nights like these, when Fletcher was drinking and asked me to call him by his given name, I wanted him to forget that I was his employee. Things always got fun and exciting when he did.
“I guess we’re not,” I said in an agreeable tone that made him smirk.
He smiled back at me. “Good, Gracie.”
The pet name made me pull in a sharp breath. I glanced down at the glass he was holding and knew it wasn’t his first of the night. Although he could hold his liquor better than most people I knew, his words were just a little t.oo sloppy around the edges and he was sweet to me. That only ever happened when he was hammered.
Even though I knew it was the booze talking, I couldn’t help but swoon just a little. In all my twenty-six years, I had never met a man as ridiculously gorgeous as Fletcher Cox.
His messy, light hair had recently started graying at the sides, but it looked good on him; like highlights from too much time in the sun. His square jaw was lightly dusted with a carefully manicured stubble that called your attention to his straight nose and those perfectly kissable lips. His fit body was draped in a navy, tailor-made suit that matched his eyes. He was everything I had always wanted but knew would never have—at least not when he was sober.
“Why are you here so late?” he asked as he approached me.
The smell of his cologne mixed with the pungent smell of alcohol made my head swim in the best possible way.
“I’m here in case you needed something, sir.”
His eyes slid down my body, and I could feel every part of it like he was touching me with his stare. The hungry intensity of his glance would have made any other employee turn around, run away and file a sexual harassment suit against him. However, I was no ordinary employee.
I was the pathetic kind who had a crush on her boss and would do just about anything for even a second of his drunken attention. I literally hated myself for it, but I could never hate him.
“In case I need something.” The words tumbled out of his mouth as an afterthought. He pulled a deep breath through his open lips and said, “This dress looks great on you.”
Suddenly very aware of what I was wearing, I looked down at my royal blue dress. It was a simple wrap number that emphasized my curves, cleavage, and the dark chocolate hue of my skin. Although I had had it for years, this was the first time I actually appreciated how I looked in it.
When I looked back up at Fletcher, I saw that his eyes were lingering in my cleavage. Without even thinking, I inflated my chest, pushing my boobs out in his direction. His lips curled up in appreciation.
These were the nights I lived for. The ones when reality fell away, and it was just him and me. It was like everything was colored in a different light, and the possibilities were endless.
Fletcher stepped even closer to me, and the smell of his cologne made me dizzy. There was something dark that lurked underneath his scent, something sexy and dangerous that only came out when he drank. Deep down, I knew I should have stepped away. It was the appropriate thing to do, after all. However, I didn’t. I wanted the inappropriate, the dangerous, the forbidden. But above all, I wanted him.
Slowly and sexy as usual, Fletcher lifted his hand and ran a finger down my cheek. It was a seemingly innocent gesture, but we both knew it was anything but. His eyes and the touch itself were so full of lust it left a trail of fire in its wake.
With my heart violently pounding in my chest, I closed my eyes and imagined that our circumstances were different. I pretended that he wasn’t twenty years my senior, a billionaire, the owner of the company I worked for, and completely out of my reach. No, in my mind he was an Adonis sent from the heavens to rescue me, and holy shit was I a woman in distress.
As my eyes opened again, Fletcher’s face was so close to mine I could see the light freckles on his nose—the ones that only appeared after he went on a holiday to the Caribbean last year. His breath smelled like whiskey and something that reminded me of despair. The fingers of the hand he had on my cheek stroked my skin lightly, as our eyes locked in a heated gaze.
Like so many times before, I closed my eyes and waited as his face inched closer and closer to mine. Immediately, I was sucked back into the bubble that we created whenever it was just the two of us alone in the office.
Kissing Fletcher was like waking up when I’d been asleep for so long. Whenever our mouths connected, everything felt different, looked different, smelled different. It was as if life and all the heartbreak it entitles was finally worth it.
As I waited for his lips to touch mine as I knew they eventually would, my mind bounced around, going to all the fantasies I’d created around him. In that short moment when everything seemed possible, I pictured Fletcher pushing me onto the desk. In my mind, I saw the stationary falling to the ground as he pushed my skirt up and kissed me like he meant it. I imagined the grit of his beard scratching the soft skin of my face as his hands explored my body. I ached for his touch so much that my back arched and my breath caught at that simple fantasy.
Wetness pooled between my legs as I felt the warmth of his skin approaching my fa
ce. Then, just as his mouth grazed mine, the phone rang, and everything stopped. My delicious fantasy died, and Fletcher stepped away from me like he was flammable and I was fire.
“I think you should get that,” he said, filling my body with dread.
I swallowed hard as my body refused to return to the real world. Tears threatened to fill my eyes, but I wouldn’t let them fall. Regardless of what had just happened, I was at work and had to professional.
Ignoring the wetness between my legs and the bulge on Fletcher’s pants, I walked to his desk and picked up the phone. To my revolt, it was a wrong number, and I couldn’t help but curse silently as I put the receiver back in its cradle.
“Why don’t you go home?” Fletcher asked as I turned to looked at him. He looked uncomfortable and regretful as he always did after one of our moments. “It’s late, and you’ve been working hard.”
Despite his politeness, the dismissal still hurt. I hated the fact that he didn’t want me here just as much as I hated myself for being in this position again. But, what was I going to say? He was still my boss, after all.
“Is there anything else I can do for you before I leave?”
Yes, offer yourself to my pleasure, I imagined him saying. But instead, his real words were, “No, Miss Taylor. That will be all.”
Miss Taylor. My shoulders sagged at the properness and distance of the term.
“Very good, Mr. Cox. I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” I said as I turned and walked out of his office smoothing non-existent wrinkles from my skirt.
I was at the door when he cleared his throat. Filled with the tiniest sliver of hope, I turned. His hand was on his buckle, and he tugged at his pants, adjusting the clear evidence of what had just happened between us. I couldn’t help but smile.