Enzo
The next week was something akin to torture. I spent an hour on Monday staring at Audrey’s ass—she was leaning over her desk, working on a project I’d asked her to take on. I was having her mock-up a poster for an upcoming tech expo that I’d been thinking of participating in.
I didn’t normally like those kinds of events, but the exposure was always, always good for LennoxCo. One of the hardest things about running a successful business was knowing where and when to pick investors, and they normally came on in droves at tech expos.
On the other hand, I hated those kinds of events because they were as superficial as the names implied. It was a bunch of nothing; a showroom full of pimply-faced kids and hired models for a day touting products they’d never heard of before.
I’d always thought that I’d managed to make LennoxCo a respectable company. Ever since I’d started the group at the age of twenty-two, I’d been a devoted parent to the company. Now, nine years later, we were doing better than ever, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was about to weather a little bit of damage.
Flipping through my Rolodex, I began smirking. “Audrey,” I called out. “Come in here!”
There was a loud crash as Audrey tripped over her own feet and went sprawling into the doorframe. I watched her with my expression frozen as she carefully picked herself up and dusted off today’s hideous outfit: the same blazer she wore on her first day with a shapeless dress underneath that ended a little below her knees. She was wearing her beige orthopedic shoes with hose that came up to her admittedly slender ankles.
I stared at her. “You’re having quite the day, aren’t you?”
Audrey pushed her brown hair back over her shoulders. “I’m working on the mock-up, as you asked me to,” she said, coloring slightly. “Is there something else I can help with?”
I kept staring at her. I let my eyes work their way down her body and over her chest, where I tried hard to make out any shape under the sack of a dress she wore. Audrey covered her chest with her hands and squirmed in place, blushing harder than ever.
“Enzo, are you sure there’s nothing I can’t get you right now?” Audrey’s voice quavered as she spoke and she nervously put her hands down by her sides—I saw they were balled into fists. She was sweating, her forehead was damp with perspiration.
Suddenly, her scent washed over me. It was a sweet blend of talc and something vaguely fruity, like strawberries. I grinned wickedly. She smelled like innocence personified.
“I’m thinking,” I finally replied. “Why don’t you step closer?”
Audrey swallowed and took a step closer to the desk. Her throat was pale and slender; I could just make out the beat of her pulse under the skin. The thought was unexpectedly arousing—it made me remember a time where I’d tied up a woman and gently bitten her all over until she was screaming with want.
Audrey’s nervous glance darted out the door. “Um, Enzo, I should really get back to work on that poster. If you want it by the end of the day, I mean.”
I leaned back in my chair and kicked my shoes up on the desk. “Actually, I feel like lunch right now. Why don’t you run downstairs and bring me my usual?” Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed two crisp twenty dollar bills and passed them to Audrey. “And why don’t you get yourself something, too?” I grinned at her. “That way we can enjoy lunch together.”
Audrey blushed. “Right away.”
I smirked. Sometimes, the way she spoke indicated that she wanted to add ‘sir’ to the end of her sentences to me.
“I’ll be back soon,” Audrey added, darting out of my office with all the grace of a fish out of water.
As soon as Audrey had run downstairs, I got up and walked over to her desk. Not surprisingly, it had the same scent as her. I inhaled deeply and sat down in her chair, running my fingers over the keyboard. This woman is driving me crazy, I reflected as I glanced at the screen of her computer.
The desk itself was a disappointment. Audrey was as meticulous as her appearance led me to believe otherwise. There wasn’t a single personal article, save for a photo of a dopey-looking yellow Lab. I picked up the photo and stared into the dog’s eyes.
“Your mommy is a little bit of an ice queen,” I whispered to the dog. Setting the photo back on the desk, I opened the drawers and glanced through them. Audrey’s purse was in the bottom drawer. Casually, I grabbed a ruler from the top of the desk and peered inside. There was nothing revealing or personal at all, not even a little hairbrush—just a plain leatherette wallet, a few pens, and a rubber band at the very bottom, with not even so much as a tampon.
“Enzo!” Audrey’s voice was shocked. She was standing in front of her desk holding two plastic salad containers. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
I stood up, closing her bottom drawer with the toe of my shoe. “Everything’s fine,” I said with a smirk. “I just wanted to inspect your desk. You know, some of the people around here are known to steal.”
Audrey laughed awkwardly. “I don’t think anyone would want to take something from my desk.”
I snorted. “No, I daresay they wouldn’t.” I picked up the photo of the yellow Lab. “Who’s this? A friend?”
Audrey smiled. “That’s Pepper,” she said, her voice taking on an affectionate and warm hue. “She’s my girl. I’ve had her for a couple of years.”
“Cute.” I put the photo back on the desk. “So, into my office for lunch, then?”
Audrey swallowed audibly. She pointed towards the mock-up on her desk. “Shouldn’t I finish this first?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” I plucked the salads from her hands. “Audrey, you can afford to relax once in a while.” I winked at her. “We’re not all work-slaves around here, you know.”
Audrey ducked her head as if trying to hide another blush on her pale cheeks. “Right,” she said unsteadily. “Alright, then. I guess that’s fine.”
I chuckled. “You guess?” I raised my eyebrows at her, making her blush deepen to an extraordinary red hue. “Audrey, some people would consider themselves lucky to be having lunch with Enzo Lennox.”
She swallowed again and lowered herself down onto the black leather couch. I watched as, at first, she sat in the corner, then glanced at the wide surface and scooted towards the middle. She looked at me with her lips slightly parted before sliding her pink tongue out of her mouth and licking her lips.
“I’m lucky,” she said solemnly. “I know that.” I didn’t take my eyes off of Audrey as she opened the plastic container with her salad and stuck her fork inside. “I like having this job, Enzo.”
I smiled at her. “I like having my job, too. But sometimes I think there’s more to life than work, don’t you?” I let my eyes wander down her body and linger on her chest. “I think there’s a lot more to life than work.”
Audrey stood up, spilling salad all over the floor. “Oh shoot!” She cursed. “I’ll be right back, Enzo, I’m going to call someone to help clean that up.”
“No need,” I said as I stood up and grabbed a brush and dustpan from under the desk. “I’ve got this right here.”
Audrey glanced at me warily. “You want me to…?”
I nodded, handing over the plastic brush and pan. “Yes, please,” I said with a smirk. Sitting back down, I opened my salad and began to eat as I watched Audrey get down on her knees and sweep dressing-coated lettuce across the floor. She panted as she worked, with the tip of her tongue stuck out of her mouth.
When she was finished, she stood up and wiped her sweaty palms on her shapeless dress. “Is there anything else right now, Enzo?”
I nodded. “No, thank you, Audrey. Please have the mock-up completed by the end of the day.”
# # #
The next day was even worse. I could barely focus on my work, let alone Audrey. I couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel to just stop her in the middle of the hallway and yank those frumpy stockings down. Her flesh would feel warm and supple under my hands. I knew that she wanted it.
“Dammit!” I cursed under my breath as I stared at my computer screen. It was already late morning, and I hadn’t completed anything that I’d set out to do that day.
“Enzo?” Audrey poked her head into my office. “Are you alright? I just heard you curse.” She frowned as if the very idea offended her. “Can I bring you something? Coffee? Lunch?”
I stared at her. She was wearing a shapeless olive green sweater and a brown corduroy jumper with a white turtleneck underneath. I’d never seen such ugly clothing, but at that moment, it didn’t matter. I wanted Audrey, even in her schoolmarm get-up.
“Come here,” I said softly.
Audrey swallowed hard. She took a step forward and inched closer to the desk.
As the sweet scent of talc and strawberry washed over me, I closed my eyes and breathed in. “Audrey, do you like working for me?”
Audrey blushed. “Of course,” she said slowly. “Didn’t we talk about this yesterday? I told you, I feel really lucky to have this job.” She bit her bottom lip and stepped backward. Her skin was dewy and flushed from some unseen exertion, and her brown hair looked wonderfully soft and shiny.
“Why don’t you go get me some new folders?” I asked, gesturing to my desk. “These have all been used.” I picked them up and dumped them in the trash can. “I think a box or two should do it. I need your help later; I’m reorganizing the master files.”
Audrey nodded. “The master files?”
“The files that detail all of the most important work we’ve done, like a resume or a portfolio.” I flashed a smile. “If we do wind up going to that tech expo, well, we’re going to need some proof of how much work we’ve done over the past few years.”
Audrey bit her bottom lip again, and I was transported to a faraway scene with her perfect pink lips engulfing the erect head of my cock.
“R-right, of course,” Audrey stammered. She backed up and ducked her head, then darted out of the office. I heard her clomping down the hallway, and grinned.
“Those boxes are going to be awfully heavy,” I said as I stood up and strolled out of my office. Audrey was already out of sight, but I knew exactly where she’d gone—to a supply closet away from the main offices. It was a big, warehouse-like room and I knew that searching for folders would likely take a big chunk of her time. Unless I decided to go help her out of the goodness of my heart.
Sure enough, Audrey was on her hands and knees, digging around in the back of the room when I strolled through the door not ten minutes later.
“Enzo!” Audrey jumped up and put her hand on her chest. “Oh my God, you scared me! I didn’t even hear you walk up!”
I grinned again. “That’s okay,” I said, stepping closer. Audrey’s lips were parted, and her breath was coming in little bursts. “I figured you might need some help finding the files.”
Audrey blushed. The lighting of the supply closet was dim, and I saw her profile more clearly than the rest of her features. “Okay,” she said, swallowing hard.
I took another big step towards her until Audrey was backed up against the wall. She was panting audibly now, and as she reached a hand behind her body to steady herself against the concrete wall, I stepped even closer. We were so close that our bodies were almost touching—I felt the heat radiating from her soft skin.
“Audrey,” I said, breathing out the words as I inched closer. She was trembling under my gaze like a little mouse being watched by an eagle. “Audrey, do you know what I would do to you if we were alone?”
Audrey shuddered. Her blue eyes were open wide and focused intently on my face. I could tell that she was turned on—there were some slight changes to her face. Her nostrils were flared, and her lips were parted as she breathed heavily.
“No,” Audrey whispered.
“Well,” I continued in a low tone as I reached forward and gently touched a lock of her soft brown hair, “first, I would strip you of all clothes.” I glanced down at her shapeless cardigan and sweater. “Second, I’d stare at your body until I had it memorized on the insides of my eyelids.” I growled. “Third, I’d lick your nipples until they grew hard and puckered in my mouth, and fourth, I’d trail my fingers between your inner thighs until you were begging for me to touch your clit.”
Audrey blinked slowly. Her blue eyes were all pupil, her dark lashes quivering with excitement. A new muskiness emanated from her body and mingled with the talc and strawberry scent, making her seem abominably desirable. As she swallowed hard, I watched the soft skin on her throat tighten and clench.
“When I touched you for the first time, I’d make sure you wanted it,” I continued as I watched Audrey’s face. “I’d stroke my hands all over your soft body and drag my nails down your back until you began to bleed. I’d stroke your breasts and bury my face between your legs, licking and sucking on your hard little clit until you came in my mouth.”
Sweat beaded on Audrey’s forehead and she closed her eyes.
“I’d fuck you so thoroughly that no one else could ever fuck you again. I’d stroke your clit until you were on the verge of madness and then bring you back again, to the height of pleasure. I’d show you how to lick my cock and cradle my balls, how to pleasure me. And then we’d pleasure each other, Audrey. We’d crawl on our sides, thighs over each other’s heads and pleasure each other with our mouths. Does that sound good?”
There was a sudden loud sound behind me, and I jumped back from Audrey. Harsh, overhead lights blinked on and filled the big storage closet with glaring yellow.
“Oh my God,” Audrey squeaked. She darted past me with surprising grace and ran out of the storage closet, clutching the front of her ugly cardigan with both hands.
Karen, the woman who Audrey had caught me with on her first day, stood there watching.
“Hi, Enzo,” she said with a sensual smirk on her face. “Plotting your next victim?”
I rolled my eyes. “Enough, Karen,” I said as I stepped past her and into the hallway. There was no sign of Audrey anywhere—she’d managed to scamper off. I raised my eyebrows and chuckled. That girl was full of surprises.