Liam
What the fuck was that?
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I just met the most beautiful girl in the world.
What I thought would be a boring meeting with executives from Velvet Luxe turned into a mesmerizing experience.
My cock hardens at the thought of the angel I just saw.
The way her curly blonde hair fell just so over her delicate shoulders is haunting me. And those blue eyes, cold as the Arctic sea, reveal layers of character and strength.
She doesn't seem like the type of woman I can fuck and be done with, and that intrigues me. She's complicated, I can tell. I should know. I watched her throughout the entire meeting.
I watched the way her garter stuck out slightly from underneath her skirt when she crossed her slim legs. I watched the way her breasts pressed through the little camisole she was wearing under her suit. And most of all, I watched the way she squirmed under my gaze.
The thought of that, of making her flush with lust for me, is what's making my cock hard even now, as I drive away in the limo.
"Trish, I need you to figure something out for me. There was a woman there. She has blonde hair and blue eyes and I need to find out her name," I say to my assistant.
She looks slightly annoyed at my interest in another woman. What can I say? My focus is on this mystery girl now.
Trish is on the phone, trying to find out who she is. Once I discover her name, I'll make it my mission to bed this girl. She really is that fucking gorgeous.
"Okay, Liam I got her name. It's Claire Peirce and she owns Epica."
"Hmm, Epica. Where have I heard that name before?" I wonder aloud.
"Well," Trish begins, "I've heard about it. It's a little company that's making waves in the advertising world. They're on the brink of a financial collapse, but that doesn't erase all the clients she’s had. The company is not very business-oriented; hence, the money problems. Apparently, this Claire girl built it from scratch."
Trish is jealous I know, but I couldn’t really care less. Now that I know her name...Claire...I can make it my mission to conquer her.
The fact that she built her company from scratch is endearing. I built Dignity Creative from the ground up. Granted, I have amassed a billion-dollar fortune in the process, but who's counting?
Claire has smarts and a tight body who sharp curves could cut glass. It's the perfect combination and the perfect thing to jolt me out of my recent boredom.
I spend the rest of the ride back to my office thinking about how I'm going to win her over. Flowers? Candy? What would be the perfect scenario for our first introduction?
The limo makes its way through New York City traffic. I people-watch and think about Claire. Rarely does an infatuation overcome me like this. The rush is intoxicating and it reminds me of a time when I wasn't so jaded and when I had a sense of idealism and still believed in people.
We arrive back at my building and I abandon Trish. I head straight up to the penthouse so I can brood over what to do with this new girl.
I pace around my penthouse office, determined to handle the situation. I need to meet her again, and it needs to look like a coincidence—or fate.
I haven't been this excited about a woman for so long. I wonder what it is about her that's stirring something in me. My lust is starting to awaken and it can't be contained.
I make myself whiskey on the rocks and sit in my favorite leather chair in the corner of the room. It overlooks the city from an almost 360-degree angle.
The view calms my heightened state. NYC never fails to enchant me, especially from my place at the top. I have an empire. I have everything I want, except for one thing and that will change soon.
Little does Claire know I'm about to make her mine.
My vice president, Evan, comes in without knocking.
“Hey Liam, how’d the meeting go?”
I look at him and decide to divulge my new obsession.
“The meeting was fine,” I say. “The presentation was okay. But the real thrill was when I found the girl of my dreams.”
He looks unfazed. “Oh yeah, who’s that?”
“Her name is Claire and she owns Epica.”
Evan helps himself to some whiskey and sits opposite me.
“That’s funny,” he says, “because I was just coming in here to discuss Epica. You see, it’s a small company. No more than a dozen people work there, and they’re on the brink of ruin. But I think we could acquire the company and take the people as part of our own, Dignity Creative.”
I look at him with interest. “And why would we want to do that?”
“Because this Claire girl may not know a scrap about business, not even enough to keep her company afloat, but she is a genius in terms of creativity. Her company is known for fostering the artistic spirit. I’ve heard she has the best people on board.”
“Hmm, that’s a good idea then.”
“Yes, she needs this Velvet Luxe campaign or her company will go under. Once that happens, we can make her and everyone who works for her an offer they can’t refuse. They can work here and we’ll have eliminated some of the competition.”
Evan’s plan is devious, but he’s part of the reason we are the biggest ad agency in New York. He thinks ahead and he knows how to undermine the competition.
“I like it,” I say. “But then, we have to make sure she doesn’t win this big client.”
“That’s where you come in. You have a way with women and if you can seduce her, then maybe she’ll reveal some of her ideas for the campaign or maybe you can find them on your own or something.”
“So, essentially, you’re asking me to spy on her?”
He looks unfazed by the disregard of morals his plan requires. Evan is a good businessman, but his code of ethics is all wrong. I don’t necessarily mind because he brings in a lot of business.
“If you want to call it spying you can. But come on, man, I’ve seen Claire. I know she’s hot and that it won’t be asking a lot from you to sleep with her and to do a little digging.”
I laugh. He’s right, of course. I’m already intending to fuck her. I guess it won’t hurt to see if I can steal some of her ideas for the campaign or at least get an idea of the direction she’s heading in.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” I say swigging back my whiskey.
He grants me an ignoble smile and, again, I wonder at his lack of ethics. As long as I have Evan here to do my dirty work, I don’t have to be the bad guy.
“That’s good, Liam. Now, what do you say we go out tonight and celebrate?”
“What’d you have in mind?”
“There’s this new club called Embassy. Everyone who’s anyone will be there and they have a nice VIP section.”
“I’ll meet you there later,” I say and he takes that as a dismissal.
He finishes his drink and leaves.
I think about how to uncover Claire’s plans. Maybe I can get her to tell me the direction she’s planning on going in.
The only thing better than fucking Claire would be stealing this client from her. Hey, she hasn't won yet and it's every man for himself.
She might have a little boutique ad agency, but I’m a giant among men. My company dominates the rest and I have every intention of getting this client.
I pour myself into work for the rest of the afternoon and, as evening falls, I order dinner and relax for a minute before getting ready to go out.
I eat pretty clean and tonight is no different. I have salmon and vegetables on the terrace. Menacing storm clouds threaten to outshine my evening, but I like this weather. I hope it rains and pours and proves to be a wild night.
I go inside and take a long, hot shower. It's rare that I have a night out on the town but maybe being with my boys and stalking new women—new prey—will shift me back to my old self.
I wear my finest slacks and a shirt with an open collar. I slap on some cologne and aftershave and run my fingers through my hair.
Then, I meet the limousine downstairs. I warn the driver that I'll need him later tonight when I bring home my latest conquest.
"Just be sure you're ready at a moment's notice."
"Of course, Mr. Alton."
I never leave a club without a gorgeous girl on my arm. Tonight will be no different. Of that I'm sure.