Rex

After my first meeting of the morning, I glance at my phone for the time. Normally, I don’t pay attention to the clock, but this morning, I’m really looking forward to my nine o’clock with Felicia. I’ll know the moment I look into her eyes whether she took my tool for a ride. The way she blushes and gets embarrassed by my comments, she’s as easy to read as Dr. Seuss. I tap my pen against the top of my mahogany desk, lost in my thoughts. I still don’t understand how a conservative young woman like her ended up here. Of course, if she’s engaged to a D-bag like Kip Taylor, then she’s probably on the verge of losing her mind. Why anyone like her would settle for a dickhead like him is beyond me. My thoughts flash back to the night he assaulted me. Just because he outweighed me by a hundred pounds, it didn’t give him the right to push his weight around. The memory of him embarrassing the shit out of me in front of everyone still makes me furious. I really hope the two of them are a thing of the past.

“Felicia is here to see you.” Barb’s voice comes through the intercom, instantly resurrecting my mood. I rise from my chair and walk over to open my office door. She is a welcome sight, dressed in a sexy black suit and matching skirt. She looks calm and much more relaxed than she was the day before. I’ll bet someone had an orgasm last night.

“Good morning, Mr. Hastings,” she says with a warm smile. “I think you’re going to like what I came up with. I also have a suggestion for a carrying case.” She hands me a zipped nylon bag with a padded handle. “You won’t believe what happened when I left here yesterday.”

“Sally told me,” I reply, trying not to laugh. “I really wish I would’ve been there to see it.”

“Yeah, as if it wasn’t embarrassing enough.” She rolls her eyes and moves past me into the office.

“So, how did you like it?” I ask, shooting her a smartass grin.

“Like it?” she asks, furrowing her brow. “I thought I was just supposed to write a marketing piece.”

“Well . . . yeah,” I reply, surprised by the sincerity of her response. “Let’s see what you’ve got for me.” She pulls a piece of paper from her portfolio and smiles as she hands it to me.

“I think it’s pretty good,” she says with a confident look settling on her face. “I tried to write it from the point of view of a satisfied customer.”

“Interesting.” Certain words and phrases catch my eye as I begin reading, like the perfect curve, the feel of the head, and its ability to provide an incredibly satisfying stretch. All observations that would seem to be a direct result of using it.

“So you were able to come up with all of this without even using it?” I ask, hoping to see a guilty reaction.

“Well, I kind of assumed those would be things that someone who uses a dildo would be looking for,” she replies, maintaining her composure. “Isn’t that what marketing is all about?”

“Those are all great insights. Are you sure you didn’t try it out?” I press to see if she is able to keep up the façade. “I know you used it. I can tell.”

“How?” she asks with a challenging look in her eyes. Her cheeks begin to flush, which tells me that my suspicions are on target.

I hold it up to my nose and sniff. “I use Dawn dishwashing soap at home, and this baby smells just like Dawn.” I smile and set it back down on the desk. “I’m glad you tried it out. You wrote a great initial piece, and I think you brought it back cleaner than it was when I gave it to you.” Now, I’ve left her speechless. She simply stares back at me while her cheeks take on a rosy glow. “So you liked it?”

She leans forward and whispers, “I loved it. It gave me the best orgasms of my life.” She leans back in her chair and folds her arms across her chest. “Anything else you need to know?”

Her sudden candor surprises me, so for a moment, I’m the one who is speechless. “Do you still want to work on that new catalog?” I ask, steering the conversation back to business. I would really like to know the details about her and Kip, but once again, she’s not wearing a ring. I decide to let that topic slide for the moment.

“I do.” Her expression relaxes just a tad.

“I’m going to offer you a three-month internship, which is standard for someone who has just graduated from college. When can you start?” I ask, hoping her answer will be immediately. I would love to get some sample catalogs together before Sexapalooza.

She looks down at her phone for the time. “How about a half hour from now? I haven’t had any breakfast. I saw there is a bagel and coffee cart down in the lobby.”

“Sure. In fact, I’ll join you. I’ll make sure you don’t get harassed in the elevator this time.” I smile and push my chair back from the desk.

“By anyone other than you?” She narrows her eyes.

I’m glad to see her lightening up just a bit. Sometimes, all it takes is a few good orgasms. She is beautiful, smart, and has a killer body, so if she turns out to have a personality . . . I could actually be in trouble. I’ve always been a ravenous fan of blonde hair and hazel eyes.

Felicia

I know this is a dream opportunity for someone who just graduated from college. I’ve been so pissed at Kip for making me miss out on that opportunity in New York, but gazing across the hallway into Rex’s office, I think it might have been a blessing. He looks up from what he’s doing and flashes me that million-dollar smile. After a few seconds, he shuffles a few papers around, looking a bit flustered. It’s hilarious that I’m having that type of an effect on him after the way he made me blush earlier.

I log on to the fashion directory and begin piecing together the catalog, starting with the raciest fashions which will be in the center. I’ve never been one for fancy lingerie, but some of these outfits look like they could be a lot of fun. I copy and paste the contact names and numbers into my spreadsheet and move on to the next vendor. “What do you think of these teddies?” I ask Rex when he comes out of his office and passes by my desk.

“I think it would look great on you,” he says with a wink. “Especially the black one.”

“Very funny. You know I meant for the catalog.” Okay, he still has the ability to make me blush at the drop of a hat. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get over that. “How many pages are going to be dedicated to toys?” I ask, trying to quickly move past it.

“I want a two-page spread on the new RH Signature line and probably eight additional pages for the other items. The Demonizer was just featured in Cosmo and a couple of other magazines, so that will be featured exclusively on the following page, and then we’ll pull the rest of the pages from the current catalog.”

“Great! I should have this whole thing together by the end of next week,” I tell him, even though I haven’t started talking to any of the vendors yet. “At least a good first draft of it,” I add, hedging my position.

“The trade show is in two weeks, so I would like to have at least a thousand for that,” he replies. “That way, we can see how prospective customers react to it in real time. That type of instant analysis is priceless.” He turns and looks at Barb’s desk. “Now I forgot what I came out here for.” He shakes his head and turns back toward his office, giving me a nice view of that tight ass. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about my new boss this way, but wow.