Danielle
My first week working for Rodney was quite different than I ever could have imagined it. A lot had happened in a very short time. We had gone from friends, to lovers, to players in a game that neither of us wanted to tap out of. Since I had spoken to Lisa on Tuesday, I had been doing everything to make it difficult for Rodney to ignore me.
So far, it was working. Not only did it get him hot and bothered, but it made me feel like a million bucks. Every morning, I tried to look irresistible, taking extra time with my hair and makeup and planning my outfits precisely. I had to adhere to the company dress code while I played my little game, but I enjoyed the challenge.
Rodney was just about losing his mind. I caught him staring at me more and more often, a wild look in his eyes like an animal who had seen something he desperately wanted–a piece of meat he couldn’t say no to. I was more than happy to satisfy him, to see to his appetite, and to let him take a bite.
Rodney was busy on a conference call before lunch, focusing on his work for a change, and it gave me a chance to stare at him without reserve. His black hair curled around his ears and collar. It looked like he hadn’t had time to slick it back today. I preferred it when he looked more natural. It made him look a little more rugged and handsome as hell. Rodney’s blue eyes were trained on the file in front of him, and they were the color of an autumn sky.
The rest of him was neat and professional as always. He wore another one of his fantastic suits, tailor made to fit him perfectly. I remembered how hastily he had gotten rid of his suit when he had come home from the business meeting on Saturday night and had undressed the both of us to fuck me.
I was in the middle of remembering when Rodney stripped me naked when someone knocked on the office door. My dad stepped in.
Seeing my dad yanked me out of my fantasy. “Dad, what are you doing here?”
My dad chuckled. “Don’t look so startled,” he said. “I’m here to visit you at work. I want to see you in action. Besides, I haven’t seen Rodney outside of work in a while. I was thinking we could all go out to lunch together.”
My stomach twisted. How the hell was I supposed to be in the same room as Rodney and my dad? After what I had done with Rodney, I couldn’t think of anything more awkward. I already felt uncomfortable that my dad had walked in on me when I was thinking dirty things about Rodney. He couldn’t have known, of course, but it was the principle. It was my dad.
“So, what do you say?” my dad asked when I didn’t answer. “Or are you too busy for your old man?”
I shook my head. “Of course not. I’m not sure about Rodney, though. It looks like he’s still on a call.”
As I said it, Rodney put the receiver back in the cradle and scribbled something on his notepad.
“Looks like he’s done, now. Why don’t you go fetch him?” My dad looked at me expectantly, and I couldn’t do anything but agree. I opened the door between our offices and closed it again behind me, soundproofing the office once more. I had to give Rodney a heads up without my dad hearing.
“My dad is here,” I said, jabbing a thumb over my shoulder. Rodney looked past me and saw my dad standing close to my desk. He lifted his hand in a half wave.
“You can send him in,” Rodney said.
I shook my head. “He’s not here for business. He wants to go out to lunch. With both of us. Together.”
Rodney raised his eyebrows, and I knew he thought exactly what I had been thinking.
“Well, that should be interesting,” he said. “It’s not ideal, is it?”
“No, it’s not,” I said. Rodney glanced at my dad again, thinking. He didn’t look as stressed about it as I felt, but I knew he masked his emotions well. After more than twenty years in the business, Rodney had developed a very good poker face.
“What are we going to do?” I asked. “I’m not sure I’ll know how to handle this.”
Rodney shrugged slightly. “There is nothing to handle. I’m glad nothing else has happened between us since Saturday.”
His words struck me like physical punches. Was he really glad? I wasn’t sure if I was, but I supposed in this situation, it was better that way.
“I guess,” I said flatly.
Rodney looked at me with an expression I didn’t understand, pressing his palms flat against the desktop. “Well, we can’t exactly turn him away now. We should get this over and done with.”
He stood up, smiling at me, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. I didn’t know what he was thinking. I was suddenly panicking. How was I going to sit at the same table as Rodney and my dad? Everything I had been doing to get his attention had been away from home. I felt out of my depth. I had had no warning.
“Come along, Danielle,” Rodney ordered, and I had no choice but to follow him. He was right. We had to get it over and done with. There was no way we could get out of it.
When my dad saw us approaching, he smiled broadly. He was clearly looking forward to seeing the two of us together. How ironic that the both of us dreaded it. That was what happened when you harbored secrets. But my dad and Rodney were good friends, and this wasn’t exactly the kind of thing we needed to have a confession about. After all, it was my life, and I could choose what I wanted to do with it. Who didn’t have secrets from their dad?
At least, that was what I would keep telling myself to make it through this lunch.
We left the building together and found a cafe close by that suited my dad. With all his money, he was fussy, and the place we ended up at was classier than I would have liked for lunch. The upside was that the tables were larger, so we weren’t squeezed together. There was a little bit of breathing room, and I was glad I wasn’t practically pressed up against Rodney. I needed the physical distance to keep my head clear.
“So, it looks like things are working out with the two of you,” my dad said when we were seated and had ordered coffee. Rodney and I glanced at each other, shocked at what my dad was saying. But, of course, he was talking about our business arrangement.
“Yes, it’s working out very well. Danielle has proven to be a worthy secretary.”
My dad looked proud. “That’s my girl,” he said. He turned to Rodney. “You understand I don’t want her in this position for the rest of her life. She can do so much more with her degree than be a secretary forever.”
“Oh, don’t you worry,” Rodney said to my dad, his eyes on me. “I don’t intend on holding her back. But for now, I like her right where she is.”
My stomach did a little flip. Rodney’s eyes were drowning deep and filled with a mischievous twinkle. I couldn’t help but think that his last statement had a double meaning. Maybe I was making things up, hoping for things that weren’t there, but there was no mistaking the way he was looking at me, was there? I only hoped my dad didn’t notice.
But my dad was engrossed in the menu. Food had been a happy companion to him his whole life, and the menu had been a distraction from the sexual tension that had obviously flared between Rodney and me. I pushed away the emotions. There was no way we could be like this in front of my dad.
My dad’s phone rang. He slid it out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID.
“I’m going to have to take this, sorry.” He stood up from the table and walked away for privacy, leaving Rodney and me alone at the table.
“Well, this isn’t awkward at all,” I said.
Rodney smiled at me. “Oh, I don’t think it’s that bad. I’m having fun. Aren’t you?”
A smile spread across my face. I realized what he was doing. He was playing the same game I was, only in a different way. This was fun to him, putting me on the spot when my dad was around. Well, two could play at this game. I hadn’t pulled out all the stops yet.
“You know, maybe it would be less awkward being around my dad if I were wearing panties.”
Rodney’s eyes widened, and I looked over his shoulder to see where my dad was, making sure he hadn’t heard me. I smirked, enjoying Rodney’s reaction. When he looked at me again, I gave him big innocent eyes.
“You’re taking this too far,” Rodney said. “Don’t you think you ought to take a step back?”
Any other person might have taken his response as a sign to back off. Not me. The moment someone told me to stop doing something, I wanted to keep doing it. It was in my nature. My dad had complained about my rebelliousness since I could remember.
Now, Rodney would get a taste of who I could be. Or rather, another taste, considering that he had had a mouthful of me before. I smiled deviously when I thought about Rodney going down on me.
Maybe the lunch with my dad wasn’t going to be so bad, after all. If Rodney wanted me to stop playing, I would do exactly the opposite.
Rodney narrowed his eyes at me when he saw me grinning. “You’re not planning on stopping, are you?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Now, where would the fun be in that?”
Rodney looked over his shoulder, trying to spot my dad. My dad was still on the phone a good distance away, and we were safe.
“Mark will kill me if he finds out.”
I shook my head, serious now. “He’s not going to find out. Not from me. I promise.”
Rodney’s eyes darkened, turning into the color of the ocean. It was a look of desire. I recognized it now. He was worried about my dad finding out, sure, but my defiance was turning him on. I could see it. I smiled at him again, keeping eye contact while I leaned forward and licked my lips.
“God, Danielle, you’ll be the death of me,” Rodney said.
I giggled. It was exactly the reaction I had hoped to get from him.
“Sorry about that,” my dad said, returning to the table. Rodney cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. I imagined him trying to get comfortable around an erection.
“So, what are we having to eat?” my dad asked, picking up the menu.
“I haven’t decided yet,” I said. I looked up at Rodney, making sure I caught his eye. “But I’m starving.”