Chapter 8 - Carter
I felt a little weird about her reasoning for going home, but who was I to judge? Things had been getting intense. Maybe she needed a break from me. I got out of the car and walked into the lobby of my building, glancing around the near empty room. I made my way to the elevator and pushed the button.
I thought about Vivian as I walked through my front door. She was more beautiful than before, with life in her eyes and curves on her body. She made me crazy inside and I thought about the way her breast had felt in my hand.
I went into the bedroom to change into shorts and watch some television. I could do anything tonight but I just wanted to stay here and relax, basking in the feeling that was Vivian.
I loved her scent and the way that she sucked on my tongue. It reminded me of before when she’d go down on my cock like it was her last meal, getting me to the point where I would bend her over and take her so hard that she screamed my name. She was a little more reserved now but it was our first night back together and she had a right to be scared.
Was she worried that I’d leave her again?
Was she worried about her job? I would never threaten her career if we didn’t work out. I wanted to see her make it here but I preferred her to do it in my office under my wing. I preferred her to end up in my bed.
My phone rang and I glanced over to see Shane’s name on the screen. I picked it up and greeted him. He laughed on the other end. “What the hell are you laughing about?”
“Did you tap that yet?” he asked.
I wondered what he was talking about for a moment before I remembered the list. I was supposed to be hooking up with my PA but that was before I knew she was Vivian. Before I knew I still cared about her. Did I go through with it for the sake of the bet and a few thousand dollars?
“I’m working on it. I took her out for a business dinner tonight,” I said. He made some comment about me being smooth. I never mentioned much of my past to him, so he knew nothing about Vivian. I’d just keep that to myself for a bit longer. “I’d make a bank run if I were you, Shane. She’s hot for me.”
We chatted for a little while before I hung up, still thinking about the pretty blonde that got herself off in the bathroom at a restaurant for me. I knew how bad she needed it for her to go do that, and I still felt the heat from her pussy on my lap.
I couldn’t wait until Monday when I was back with Vivian, making her want me all over again. She’d have the weekend to relax and get her friend better, but she wouldn’t forget me anytime soon.
I spoke to my PR rep who told me that another trip had come up even sooner than the London one. This one was to Los Angeles, to go talk to a large banking firm that was looking to spread some of their assets around. It was in another week and he hinted that arriving with a woman on my arm would be a good idea, better yet something serious. I told him that I had a plan and hung up as I leaned my head back.
***
On Monday morning, I made sure that I arrived early to the office and made a cup of coffee for Vivian. She arrived right on time in a pair of black slacks and a pale lavender shirt, with a pair of the hottest heels I’d ever seen. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” she greeted me with a shy smile as she walked past me to her office.
“I made you some coffee,” I called after her.
“Thank you. I was running a bit late today.” Vivian walked back into my office and took the cup that I offered her as she blushed.
“How’s your friend?” I asked as her face grew even pinker.
“She’s a lot better. Thanks for asking.” Vivian sipped the coffee with a small moan. “It was a long weekend.”
She did look tired but moved right on to work. I took every chance I could to touch her. She seemed to blush and shy away every time, though I could see the heat in her eyes. I knew that she still wanted me and my time was running out if I was going to stick with the bet.
At this point, I only wanted her.
I worked her more every day, seeing her weaken with my seduction. I took her to lunch a few times and spent a lot of time training her, making sure that she was always confident of my attraction toward her.
The kiss that we shared in her office as she bumped into me made me hard as a rock. I would have pressed her against the wall and taken her right there if one of my advisers hadn’t knocked on the door for an urgent meeting.
I knew that I had to seal the deal and talk to her about the trip to LA. So I asked her to dinner on Tuesday night but she turned me down. She said that she was busy. I extended my efforts on Wednesday as we worked on a letter to a potential new client together.
“I don’t know why you keep asking me to dinner. Look what happened last time. We need to keep this a business relationship, Carter.” She stared at the computer screen while she spoke but I saw the doubt filling her eyes.
“There’s nothing about this that is a business relationship, Vivian. I think you’re a great PA, though. Does that count?” She shot me a dark look. “Come have dinner with me.”
“I need to keep my work and private life separate from each other, Carter. We work together and nothing more.”
I ignored her. I blatantly touched her every chance I could and while she’d protest half the time, I knew that she liked it. I was going to wear her down because I knew that I got to her. It was that simple. Shane kept goading me about the bet, which I was on the way to losing.
It didn’t matter. Vivian mattered to me now and I wanted to get her back into my life. I didn’t need the money from the bet and I’d stopped paying attention to other women altogether. It was an odd feeling for me but one that I liked. I flirted with her and charmed her every chance I could find.
I could tell that she was private about her life. My parents had never said anything about her and I never asked. When I first came here, I was only interested in my new life in the city. It wasn’t until I realized how empty every woman I met was that I started thinking about Vivian. I chalked us up to being young and passionate, but she was more than that. A lot of women were into sex with me and I slept with too many to remember. Being the hockey star made it easy to score girls in high school and then moving to New York offered me more women than I could have ever imagined.
Now I was growing tired of all of that. I had the pressure of the bet and the fake fiancée arrangement weighing on my shoulders while she kept telling me no to dinner. There were a few kisses at work that she managed to wriggle away from but we never got alone time.
The week was ending when I sent her a text about the trip, highlighting the fun part of going to LA with me as my PA. I didn’t want to tell her about the fake fiancée part over the phone, so I was saving that for when we saw each other to discuss it.
There was no response and I looked at the clock. It was evening and she worked tomorrow, so she couldn’t be out. Vivian wasn’t the type to go out at all. I leaned back on my couch, hating the feeling that she prompted in me.
Vivian was under my skin and the cause of my constant jerking off. I had women who would allow me to do anything to them throwing themselves at me blatantly every day. But I wanted her. I wanted Vivian.
After an hour with no response to the text, I grabbed my keys and headed down to the garage. I was going to her house to ask her about the trip in person and possibly get her in bed so my cock could finally relax.