Chapter Two
Zayden
Did she have to be in class? I hated not having the view of her ass from my office. All I had to look at was old Mrs. Brian, who seemed to think frowning at every customer that walked in was company policy.
I picked up my phone to call Aria, wondering if I could demand that she become present at work instantly, but she probably wouldn’t answer her phone in class. Grunting, I thought about how much fun we were going to have when I took her home tonight. I had made some plans, all right.
We hadn’t quite had the chance to do it after that night in the office. First I had to rush off to New York, and when I got back, there was a whole pile of work waiting for me to return to, and countless annoying meetings. At least I had found a way to make work interesting the day I had returned from New York. I thought back to that morning, when Aria had seen me walk into the office from her teller’s booth and was visibly struggling not to run to me. She didn’t want to tarnish her reputation and worsen mine. Thank God she was clever. So I had to devise a plan to get her to come into my office. And keep her there.
I called her phone.
“Good morning, Mrs. Roberts,” I grinned at her from the distance. “How are you doing, today?”
“Better now,” she grinned back. “For no particular reason, though.”
“There seems to be a steady number of reinforcements for your tasks at the teller’s booth over there. There’s Mrs. Brian, and the new kid should be arriving. Do you think you could make yourself available for some executive-level assistance?”
“What did you have in mind?” She winked at me. It was so damn sexy.
“What I really have in mind is bending you over my desk and making you come over and over again.” I watched her flush. It was so satisfying. “Since it’s the middle of the day, however, and we have a lot of company, I will settle for you coming into my office and sorting through my filing cabinet.”
She looked taken aback, but said, “Oh yeah, sure, anything you want. You’re the boss.”
“I’m not finished,” I added with a wink. She wasn’t the only one who could do that. “I want you to sort through my filing cabinet, but first I want you to go to the bathroom and take your panties off, so that I get a nice view of your ass and pussy when you’re filing.”
She gasped. “Are you serious?”
“I don’t joke about pussy, Aria. Go take your panties off. Now.” And then I hung up. Watching her from a distance, I could tell she was equally as frustrated as she was aroused, and my cock was already throbbing hard from that conversation.
She walked into my office a few moments later, and I said, “Where are they?”
“What?” She looked confused.
“Your panties.”
She raised her eyebrows. “In my purse. Why does it matter?”
I pulled my top desk drawer out and said, “Place them there. So you can’t cheat in case I step out of my desk.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” she whispered, sounding more frustrated than aroused now.
“Panties. Now.” I stared at her with a stern face until she gave up and stormed to place them where I had asked. “Anything else? Do you want me to strip naked so everyone in the office can have a nice show, too?”
She was angrier than I had realized. “Just calm down,” I said, gently. “I thought you’d find it sexy.”
“I do and it’s annoying. I don’t want to find it sexy. I was looking forward to your return from New York, and wanted to ask you about your trip, and tell you about my progress on the Econ paper, and so much more. But as soon as you walked in, all I could think about was the other night.”
She paused for a second as though very nervous about what was to come next, then added, “All I could think about was the other night, and how much I wanted to repeat it. Right now.”
“Aria,” I gasped, getting super hard. “We can book a hotel room around the corner and—”
“No,” she said quickly. “This is exactly what I am talking about. I would love to accompany you to a hotel room and have you do me as you please. It pisses me off though, that you do this while I’m at work. I need these hours. I need to be able to work while at work.”
“I’ll pay you double to take the day off.”
“Stop saying that, it’s disrespectful. I want to earn the money I make.”
“I didn’t mean to offend you… I just figured, you want it, I want it, there seems to be no logical reason that either of us should be clothed right now.”
“But there is,” she sighed. “It’s called my job. And yours!”
“Meh,” I said shrugging. “I own the company, that’s hardly a job.”
“After work,” she snapped. “After everyone leaves, we can hang around in your office and do whatever it is that you want to do.”
“You make it sound like such a chore. How flattering,” I snapped back. “And despite that charming proposition, I’ll have to decline in favor of a sausage fest. Board meeting tonight.”
“We don’t have to be at each other’s throats like this, you know,” she said, sighing deeply.
“Well, the fucking sexual tension in the room is making us act this way.”
“Yeah, it’s something like that,” she said, staring at her feet.
“Not to change the subject, but I got you something,” I said, producing a tiny box from inside my suit pocket.
“What is it?” She looked nervous.
“Not a ring, obviously,” I said, handing her a box.
“Oh really? I was so convinced that it was a ring, and that one steamy night with me had made you decide you wanted me for the rest of your life. Cause that’s how things work,” she laughed, opening the box and gasped when the contents were revealed.
“These are beautiful,” she exclaimed, examining the diamond Liberty locket I had gotten her. “Is this a real diamond?”
“Two carat. Not much, but since you had never been to New York before, I thought I’d bring a piece of it back to you.”
I was playing this smooth.
She laughed. “Yeah, just 2 carats, no big deal. It’s not like that’s more than any valuable item I have ever owned. Seriously, though, it’s beautiful. But I can’t accept it. You need to stop buying me expensive presents.”
“It was nothing,” I said. It was just a couple thousand dollars, and that wasn’t much to me. “Just take it, Aria. Otherwise it’s just going to be thrown away.”
“I can’t. I don’t feel comfortable taking gifts from my boss.” She sighed.
“I’m not just your boss.”
“I know.” Her eyes widened. “That’s not what I meant to imply. You’re…” She started fidgeting with the pendant in her hand and flushed to match the color of her red shirt. “You’re... I think of you as… as…” It was like someone asked her to name every state in the U.S. alphabetically in descending order. “A friend,” she finished after a lot of struggle.
“Ah, so you let all your friends do what I did to you the other night?” I tried to look severe, although I was laughing inside at her struggle to speak.
“No! Of course not! You know that I had never – that I was a –“ She caught my eyes and realized I was just teasing her. “I’m going to kill you.”
“Great, then you can keep the pendant as memorabilia for when you miss me after my death.”
She grunted. “I feel bad, though!”
“If you really think of me as a friend, then please, take this small present from your friend.”
“Fine,” she finally said. “But one condition; no more presents, no more spending a single penny outside of our contract on me. Promise?”
“I promise,” I smiled. “Now start shelving and let me enjoy the view.”
“That’s okay. I’ve got to get back to work. Enjoy my underwear,” she said, laughing as she waltzed out of my office.
She was just as good as I was at this game.