Chapter 8
Brent
I went to the office on Monday morning but not for work. I didn’t have my briefcase with me, and I was dressed in travel clothes, not in my usual business suit. I was going to Boston with Joe for a few days to visit one of the factories where our products were being manufactured. We had meetings set up with the managers we required in attendance.
My flight was for eleven, but before I left, I wanted to talk to Rena. It wasn’t only because we had fucked, either. I wanted to make sure I was leaving everything in good hands back home.
Rena was at her desk when I walked in. She wore blue dress pants and a white blouse, and she looked put together and professional. And hot. I couldn’t see her in another light now that I had seen her naked and willing. An image of her bent over my desk flashed through my mind, and I couldn’t help but want her again. That had to wait, though.
“Are you headed to the airport?” Rena asked when she took in my attire.
I nodded. “Joe is already on his way. I had to swing by and chat with you first.”
Our conversation was purely professional. There was no flirting, no eyelash batting, no blushing and smiling, and certainly no kissing. It was like nothing had happened between us.
“Will you take care of things while I’m gone? I’m not sure how long it will be, but I’ll keep you posted.”
Rena nodded. “I’ll be fine.”
I had left her alone to run things in the office before, and she had done a good job. I wasn’t worried. I knew my company would be safe while I was in Boston. And now that Rena and I had fucked in my office and I had laid down the rules about her being exclusive to me, I knew that my woman was safe, too.
Not that I saw Rena as my woman in any other way than that her body belonged to only me for as long as we were sleeping together, but that was beside the point.
“I’ll send you the notes from our meetings after we have them so you can type them up for me,” I said.
Rena nodded.
“And I’ll have to let you know about booking flights and hotels. It’s all up in the air.”
“Got it,” Rena said, and I believed her. She was more than capable.
I finished the conversation and walked to the door. When I looked over my shoulder, I noticed Rena checking me out. Her eyes slid over my body. When she realized I was looking, she blushed. It was the only sign that anything had happened between us at all, and it was sexy. That innocence was back. Whenever she was innocent and pure like this, I wanted to strip it away from her. But I thought about how she gave me a strip show and offered her naked body to me in my office, and I knew there was a side of her that wasn’t innocent at all.
After talking to Rena and ensuring that Talon and everyone else was ready to cope for a week without me if it came to that, I ordered a car to take me to the airport. Once I was in the car, comfortable on the leather seats with the car purring quietly beneath me, I took out my phone. I had to take care of a couple of emails that Rena couldn’t manage, no matter how on top of things she was.
My mind jumped to me wanting her on top of me. I had to get her alone again. I wanted her in my bed so I could take her in different positions. All of them.
Once I was done replying to the urgent emails, I typed a message to Rena.
Rena,
Thank you for being so professional in the office today. I noticed it and I appreciate it.
Brent.
I read the one line again and again. It didn’t quite seem like enough. I wanted to add a lot of raunchy things. I wanted to tell her that I was fantasizing about having her naked on top of me. I wanted to tell her I was hard for her again. But that would be tacky. Our relationship was purely sexual, but I still had class. She wasn’t some slut.
Before I sent off the email, I added one more sentence at the bottom. I grinned when I hit Send. I was professional and classy, but I had added a hint of wickedness. I was curious to see how she would respond.
I tucked my phone into my pocket and looked out of the window at the city sliding by. I hadn’t had this much fun with a woman in years. Rena was something else. She was sexy and funny and adorable and completely off-limits. Until yesterday. Even now, Rena wasn’t just a woman I could pull over and fuck whenever I wanted to. I wanted to play this game right with her from start to finish. She deserved that from me. No, she demanded that from me by the way she was innocent and pure, and naughty and dirty, all at the same time.
I smiled, thinking about her. Her body had been incredible. Her tits were perfect. I needed to cup them and knead them and nibble them and suck them. I was willing to bet every inch of her body was as delicious as it looked, but I had to make a plan to find out. My dick hardened in my pants at the thought. I would entertain myself with these dirty thoughts for the rest of the trip. Even though I wouldn’t get a release for as long as I was away from her, I would still be able to dream.
What was a man if he couldn’t dream?
I found Joe in the passenger lounger at the airport. He looked relieved to see me.
“Cutting it close,” he said. I had nearly missed the baggage check.
“I like to live on the edge.”
I sat down. Joe offered me a coffee. “I don’t think it’s hot anymore. You’re late.”
“I had to check in with Rena and make sure she was ready to take on the office.”
Joe nodded. “Sucks to be in charge.”
I chuckled. “You’re as in charge as I am.”
Joe shrugged, grinning. He was so full of shit.
“So, have you done anything with the information about Rena?” Joe asked after a while.
“Are you asking if I fucked her?”
Joe grinned, nodding.
I gave him my best poker face. I wasn’t planning on telling Joe. No one in the office could know. It was one of the rules I’d given Rena, and I had every intention sticking to it myself. I needed my people to look up to me and respect me.
“Have you ever known me to mix business and pleasure?” I asked, answering his question with another question.
Joe shook his head. “Yeah, you’ve always been good that way. If I had been single, back in the day, I would have fucked her in a heartbeat.”
“But Shannon is good to you,” I pointed out.
“She’s fantastic,” he agreed. “I’m not regretting where I’m at in my life. I’m just saying if I were you I would get in there.”
I was suddenly jealous without any reason. Rena didn’t belong to me. As long as we were fucking she would be exclusive to me, but other than that she could do whatever the hell she wanted. Still, thinking of her with Joe made me want to punch him in the face.
It was ridiculous because aside from Rena’s exclusivity, Joe was happily married. He’d been with Shannon for nearly fifteen years now. I didn’t envy him, but it was what he wanted and it was his business. Which also meant I was being a dickhead getting all possessive over Rena.
We talked about other things, covering business and office gossip. I pushed away the jealousy that had crept in when Joe had talked about Rena. I didn’t understand it. I’d never been a very territorial man. It was probably because I wasn’t done with her yet. Once I was, I didn’t care who had her.
The flight was on time, and we boarded. We flew first-class because I could afford it ten times over and the seats were spacious and comfortable with the food coming straight from a five-star restaurant. I didn’t travel anywhere if I could travel like this.
“I love traveling with you, living it up for a change,” Joe said when we were in the air.
Joe had a lot of money as well. He was a billionaire just like I was. But he lived a life as if he didn’t have all that money, in a modest apartment on the other side of Chicago. Maybe he had a point. Women never chased him for his cash because they didn’t know he had it. If I had done the same, maybe Gina wouldn’t have fucked me over and I would have been in a loving relationship right now.
Then again, I wouldn’t have had a chance to sleep with Rena if I had been in a relationship. Everything lined up to lead to something. I was happy with my position in life, and thinking about Rena brought an array of dirty thoughts again. I put on earphones and switched on music so no one would bother me before I started fantasizing about Rena again. I liked thinking about her naked, especially now that I didn’t have to guess what she looked like anymore. I wondered if she would respond to my email.
We landed in Boston, and Joe and I went through the motions to collect our baggage before I called a car to take us to the hotel. We stayed at the same hotel every time we came to Boston. It was a five-star place with luxurious rooms and extras that made me happy.
I wanted to check my laptop to see if Rena had responded, but we had our first meeting scheduled in less than an hour and Joe and I had to meet to run over what we needed to cover. I wouldn’t have time to check my personal email until later. It was a pity; I was curious. But if she had given me what I’d asked for, I wouldn’t be able to focus on the meeting. Maybe it was better this way.
Joe and I changed into a suit before we headed out to the factories. We had meetings with all the managers that handled our products. I wanted to find out if we could find parts cheaper and if we could streamline production somehow to push up our numbers. The file with the shitty numbers irritated me, and I wanted to fix it. Not only was I frustrated by the numbers, I was horny and on edge after dreaming about Rena all day. I needed to rub out an orgasm after the meeting to level myself.
“You look irritated,” Joe said.
I shook my head. “I just want to get this over and done with so our sales can pick up.” It wasn’t a total lie. I was pissed off about the numbers, too.
“We’ll figure it out. It’s one product, and shit happens.”
He was right, of course.
We stopped at the factory and walked in, meeting with the gentlemen to talk about our products. I only half paid attention to the meeting, knowing Joe was listening. My mind kept drifting to Rena. To the email she might be sending. To her naked body writhing on my desk.
I had been with a lot of women, but I hadn’t ever had any of them on my desk, and it was the hottest thing I had done to date. Maybe it was because it was forbidden. Doing what was wrong, breaking the rules, and having the thrill of getting caught was always more fun than doing things by the book. It was exciting with Rena. When last had I been excited by the prospect of fucking someone? It had become run-of-the-mill to me. After so many years, it took a lot to keep it interesting to me.
But Rena had managed, and for now, that made her my favorite.