Rodney
On Wednesday, Danielle was back in the elevator with me. I was happy to see her, even though I wouldn’t admit it to her. Yesterday, she had come in on time instead of being early, so we hadn’t spent time in the elevator together. It meant there hadn’t been any sexual tension for me to deal with, but I had to admit that I’d missed her, even if I hadn’t wanted to.
Danielle had something about her that just got me. I hadn’t ever felt this way about anyone else. I wasn’t sure if it was the concept of something taboo, something thrilling because of the secrecy, or if it was because she was genuinely a great person and stunning to boot. Whatever the reason, I couldn’t seem to shake her. She was on my mind constantly when I wasn’t around her, and when I was, it was torture.
Yesterday, she was driving me mad. She was so distant and difficult to reach. I knew it had been because of what I’d said to her, but we couldn’t sleep together again. Still, she had been hot as hell, just out of my reach. Danielle was already a weakness I was sure I couldn’t afford. It was that much worse when she played hard to get.
It made her irresistible.
Yesterday, she had worn a navy pencil skirt with a white blouse that had given her a nautical look in the sexiest way. She had worn heels that made her calves look fantastic. Today, she wore another skirt with a slit at the back that ran up dangerously high. It made her ass look fantastic.
I had caught a glimpse when she walked in through the doors and turned around to stand next to me. Her legs were still beautiful. I wanted to run my hands up her smooth thighs, enjoying what I found.
The blouse she wore looked like a vest that had been adapted for women. It traced her curves, pushing up her breasts, and creating a small line of cleavage that was sexy and almost inappropriate, but it was still acceptable.
I pushed the thoughts away. If I didn’t keep it under control, I was going to end up in more trouble than I could handle. Or, more precisely, I was going to end up inside Danielle again. God, I could only imagine how fantastic that would be. I’d been there once, so I knew what to expect this time. And it had been as fantastic as I’d always imagined, if not more.
But I had to keep her at arm’s length. If it came out that we had slept together, I could lose one of my biggest investors and my best friend. And if it turned into a scandal, I could potentially lose all of them. I couldn’t afford for them to pull my funding. I had a lot of money, but it was all tied up in my company and real estate, and if I lost the company in any way, I would be royally screwed.
I had worked hard for my money, I had made a name for myself in the business world, and I had become someone worth knowing. I didn’t want to lose all of that because of a fling.
Although, I would never see Danielle as only a fling or some cheap piece of ass.
I glanced at Danielle again. She stood close to me, close enough that I could smell her perfume. God, that scent took me back to Saturday night. I wanted to take her so badly again. I pushed the thought away. We were two adults. We could be civilized.
Danielle dropped a pen, and it bounced, landing at my feet. Before I could kneel to pick it up for her, doing the gentlemanly thing, Danielle ducked down to get it. It pressed her up against my legs. She stood up, brushing against me, and my cock hardened in my pants.
I couldn’t help it. The moment she touched me, I was hot for her. I wanted to drive her back until she was against the elevator wall. I wanted to unzip that sexy little skirt and push my hand down the front, fingering her until she moaned my name. I considered hitting the emergency button so I could have time alone with her.
My dick pushed against my pants, and I couldn’t hide it. Thank God I had a briefcase. I cleared my throat.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, and she smiled innocently at me.
I swallowed, trying to shift to rearrange my dick without touching it outright. She’d only dropped something, but I was sure she had done it on purpose. Of course, I couldn’t ask her.
The last part of the elevator ride was pure torture. I had an erection I couldn’t do anything with, and Danielle stood next to me, syrupy sweet, looking like she had no idea what she had done to me. I was sure she knew exactly what she was doing to me but the way she stood next to me, pretending the air around us wasn’t impossible to breathe, somehow made it all that much more intense. God, what had I gotten myself into?
“Are you ready for the meeting?” Danielle asked.
I blinked at her, trying to figure out what she was talking about, when I remembered about the meeting that was arranged for today, last minute.
“I think so,” I said. “Are you ready to take minutes?”
Danielle nodded. “I looked it up, asked around, and found out how I had to do it, so I think I’m ready.”
I nodded. I was impressed that she was taking initiative, making an effort to get to know her job. It was another thing that made her attractive. There was something about a woman that knew how to figure out life without the help of a man. The era of damsels in distress had long passed, and it was beautiful when a woman could stand up for herself.
The elevator pinged and slid open on the top floor. I let Danielle walk first. I watched her ass as she stepped out of the elevator in front of me, and I had to force myself not to stare at her the whole way to the office.
When Danielle and I walked into the boardroom, everyone was already present. Harry and Max were there, as well, and I nodded a greeting to them. My lab assistant, Leon Martin, stood at the head of the table, ready to start his presentation. He had prepared a beta version of the software, the first trial run.
The first step was usually the most exciting. It was where we could see what we were going to eventually offer the public without having to worry about gossip and bad reactions. It was where we could relish in our invention in private.
But I was distracted, today. Danielle was with me in the room, upright in her seat in the corner, concentrating on her laptop. She was beautiful when she concentrated. Her face was serious, her green eyes were focused, and her long nails clacked lightly on the keys.
“Mr. Jones?” Leon asked, and I looked up. He looked at me expectantly, and I realized I had been asked a question. I had been distracted.
“I’m sorry, what was the question?”
“I wanted to know if you’re happy with the project moving forward to phase two. We need to make a date for surveys.”
Everyone was looking at me expectantly. I glanced at Danielle. She nodded almost imperceptibly. Was she giving me a hand? Did she hear him, and she was giving me my answer?
“I think we’re ready,” I said with mock confidence. “The team has produced quality, as usual. I trust that whatever glitches we might come across won’t be a problem.”
Leon looked satisfied, and the others nodded. I was relieved. I shot Danielle a grateful glance. She smiled at me, pouting slightly, and it was so damn sexy.
“What about the interface?” Max asked. “I think we need to run it by a few beta users to be sure it’s easy to use.”
I swallowed. I hadn’t paid attention to what Leon had explained about the user interface at all.
“Do you think it needs to be changed?” I asked, hoping Max would give me something to work with.
“Well, it’s your final call,” Max said. “But I think we should run with the second option.”
The second option?
I glanced at Danielle again. She wasn’t giving me anything to go by this time. She twisted a strand of hair around her finger, looking at me with an expression that made me wish we could be alone. Was she deliberately distracting me?
“All right, let’s run with option two,” I said.
Leon frowned, and a murmur rippled through the boardroom.
“I thought we were pressed for time,” he said.
God, I had no idea what was going on.
“We are,” I said.
“Option two will set us back by another two months,” Harry spoke up, giving me an idea what was happening. I nodded.
“Right,” I said, thinking fast. “But I think it’s important to bring the best we have to the field, and I trust that the people I employ know what they’re talking about. I would like a test run to see if we can do it sooner, but if we have to add another two months to our deadline, so be it.”
Conversation broke out, but the general consensus seemed positive. Maxine was smiling. At least, I had done something right. It was quite impressive, considering how I hadn’t paid attention at all.
After the meeting, I returned to my office with Danielle. She walked to her desk to format the notes she had taken in the meeting and send them to everyone who had attended. I tried to concentrate on work now that she wasn’t around.
I worked for about ten minutes when Danielle knocked on the glass doors and stepped into the office. She walked to the desk.
“I have the notes for you,” she said. She had a piece of paper in her hand. “I printed them out for your convenience, and I’m going to file them right here.”
She leaned over my desk and put the paper into the file I was working on. With her bent over like that, I had a perfect view of her breasts down her shirt, the white lace bra she had chosen to wear, and the swells of her smooth, milky skin.
I forced my eyes away. It was wrong to stare.
“Is there anything else you need me to do for you before I take my lunch?” Danielle asked.
I nodded. “Can you throw this in the waste basket over there?” I asked. The cleaning lady had taken out my bin and hadn’t put it back underneath my desk.
“Of course,” Danielle said, taking the crumpled ball of papers from me. She walked to the garbage can near the door, dropped the paper, but missed the can.
“Shoot,” she said and bent at the waist to retrieve it. She didn’t kneel. She bent over, putting her ass on display for me. Her skirt rode up, the slit splitting open as the skirt tightened around her ass, and I caught a glimpse of her bare pussy.
My heart hammered in my chest. She wasn’t wearing any panties.
Danielle found the paper and threw it away for me, straightening up. She looked over her shoulder at me and winked before walking through the door to her desk. I followed her with my eyes, my mouth dry. My cock was hard in my pants again.
Danielle was fucking with me. There was no doubt now. She was making me want her, and it was working.
I was in trouble.