Sure, O’Brian’s cosmetics were the best quality, but now he wanted to expand, and he also wanted to make a ludicrous advertisement that starred not only actors and actresses, but also both porn stars and real life people, since his cosmetics reached far and wide. They were so expensive, though, and only the rich would spend a ridiculous amount on them. Once Richard had the account, and O’Brian as part of his bigger brand, he’d make sure everyone would be able to have them.
Richard didn’t believe in cutting the market in half so only the wealthy could have what they wanted. He knew what life was like out on the streets, being dirt poor, and having others look down on you because of it. That wasn’t going to be the way he worked.
He glanced over at Temperance, who was sitting at his right side, making notes. She was always so efficient. He’d made a fool of himself earlier today with his reaction to her brother. At first he had thought that she had a boyfriend, and he’d become aroused. The way Temperance responded to him, he knew she was attracted to him. They had also crossed a line. He didn’t know why he’d told her about Tina, but they had been dancing around this for a long time. The tension was building between them.
“What do you think?” O’Brian asked.
“It sounds like a lot of work for makeup,” Richard said.
“Please, this is my product. I’m telling you, it’ll reach far and wide. Miss Harris, what about you?” O’Brian offered his supposedly warm, winning smile toward her.
“I’m sorry?” Temperance looked at him and then back at O’Brian. “I’m not sure I follow.”
“Is that an O’Brian I detect on your beautiful face?”
Temperance shook her head. “No.” She said it so the O at the end sounded long and drawn out. Richard couldn’t help but smile.
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t wear O’Brian products.”
Richard saw the change in his potential client. “Why not?”
She looked toward him, and Richard raised a brow. He didn’t give a shit if she insulted the egotistical bastard.
“Erm, they’re too expensive.”
“So you don’t get paid enough?”
Richard smirked.
“Actually, I get paid a great deal for the job I do. What I don’t like is wasting the money on a bunch of foundation when it’s all the same.” She pressed her lips together, looking sick.
He found it to be one of the funniest things he’d seen all day. “What my very efficient PA is trying to say is that you’re currently a limited market. The wealthy are more than happy to buy expensive products whereas women on a smaller income couldn’t afford it.” Richard started to get into his line of marketing the man’s product to the masses, and within time, going for the entertainment industry using it as well. He saw he had already captured O’Brian’s attention, and he just needed to draw him that final bit with the figures.
Once he had O’Brian, they signed on the dotted line, and Richard had now acquired another element to his empire.
“Well done,” Temperance said, later that night.
It was a little after ten, as the meeting had run on for a lot longer than Richard anticipated.
“I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Yeah, right. You’re an expert in getting what you want. You had that completely covered.” She packed away the files, and together they made their way toward leaving the conference room. They made their way back toward his office, and Richard went straight to his safe.
Taking the folders from her, he placed them inside, and locked them away ready for tomorrow morning where he’d hand them to his lawyer.
“It took you commenting about your foundation to finally draw him in,” he said, wanting to give credit where credit was due.
“But I didn’t lie to you about that or about anything. I don’t wear O’Brian products.”
“Is it because they’re overpriced?”
She pursed her lips. “Mostly. In the beginning it was because they were too expensive. All foundation works. Then I met the guy behind the makeup, and I didn’t like him, so I won’t buy any of his stuff. He’s already got enough ego as it is.”
“I don’t have to market him, just his product.”
“I couldn’t believe how he wanted to market it with porn stars, and regular people. Seriously, I feel like I was dealing with an amateur. There are ways to handle different products.”
“Are you a prude?” he asked, leaning against the edge of his desk. Temperance stood in front of him, so close that their legs were almost touching.
“I’m not a prude.”
“The porn stars didn’t bother you?”
“Not at all. We’ve all got to earn a living, and we all have ways of earning it. What I don’t agree with is putting everything in one big box, and calling it neatly wrapped. I was thinking for the sultry line get adult entertainers to work with it. As you go down his different lines, you’ll see what appeals to some, and not others.”
“No prude?” he asked, not caring about O’Brian’s cosmetics anymore.
“I’m not a prude.”
Richard stared into her green eyes and smiled. “If we had a client who happened to be a porn star, and she wanted our help to expand her production career, it wouldn’t bother you?”
“Not at all.”
“Watching sex all day?”
Temperance chuckled. “Would it bother you, boss?”
“No.”
“Are you sure? You seem to be hung up on me liking it.”
“I just want to know your limits.”
She leaned forward a little more, resting her hands on his thighs. “I don’t have any limits.”
They stayed like that for several seconds. She smelled like cinnamon and spice, which he found to be a heady combination.
“No limits?”
“No. What about you?”
Richard slid his fingers into her hair, and gripped the length tightly, drawing her closer toward him. “I’m a man without limits.” Pulling her to him, he closed that small space between them so that she stood pressed between his thighs.
“Richard?”
His name came from her lips in a moan. “What?”
“We’re crossing that line.”
He chuckled. “We crossed that line earlier today.” Running a finger across her lips, he couldn’t help but wonder what they would look like wrapped around his dick. They were so plump and soft. Pulling her in that last little inch, he slammed his lips down on hers. Even perched on the edge of his desk, he was taller than she was. She gave way to his mouth, opening her lips, and he plunged right in, deepening the kiss. She tasted of mints and coffee, a heady combination.
She gave a moan, and her hands moved up to cup his waist.
They had indeed crossed whatever line held them, and he didn’t care. All he wanted in that moment was her, bent over any surface so that he could get her. She was so fucking sexy, and he wanted that surrounding him. From the moment Temperance had come to work for him, she’d been driving him crazy. There was a time when he never called the club whores to work to service his need, but now he did it on a regular basis. The only reason was because he couldn’t have this woman. If he could have Temperance, he wouldn’t go to anyone else. She fired his need unlike anyone else.
“No, we can’t do this,” Temperance said, breaking from the kiss.
Her lips were already red and raw.
“Why?”
“You’re my boss. I don’t want this to get weird.”
Grabbing her hand, he pressed it against his cock. “This is already more than I can bear to take right now.” He stood up, wrapping his arms around her, capturing her ass, and pulling her close. Richard rubbed his cock against her stomach, letting her know exactly how hard he was.
He wasn’t small, not at all.
Growing up, he’d always been bigger, taller, wider. By the time he was ten years old, he had no choice but to wear adult sizes, as his own age wouldn’t fit him.
At thirteen, he was already having sex with girls older than he was, and he even fucked a couple of women. Richard liked his size, but he also knew that with it came the pain that women experienced. Sex always had to be careful for him, even when he wanted to get down dirty and rough.
It had been a long time since he’d felt this yearning, this ache to be with someone.
Tilting her head back, he claimed her lips, and spun them around, lifting her up so that Temperance was on the desk in front of him. He lifted up her skirt, scoring his nails up her thighs, finding that she wasn’t wearing pantyhose. Fuck, his cock thickened even more if that was possible.
All this time he’d thought her smooth thighs were because of some tights or stockings, when in fact, it was just her skin.
When the skirt wouldn’t go up anymore, he broke from the kiss, trailing his lips down her collarbone, and then over her shirt. He sucked her nipple through her shirt, happy that she wasn’t wearing a padded bra.
Her tits were so large, and he wanted to see them. His hands were busy though. He grabbed her panties, and tore them right off her body, leaving her juicy pussy exposed. The scent of her musky cunt was making his mouth water.
Moving onto the next breast, he sucked her nipple into his mouth so that she had twin wet patches on her shirt. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever witnessed, and one he wanted to see again.