Double Dare(55)
And I gasped again. CEO and Chairman? This man was definitely my boss, if not my boss’s boss’s boss’s boss. And one thing was certain, absolutely crystal clear. I was fired, beyond a doubt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nick
The shock on the brunette’s face was flattering, her eyes growing wide, her breasts heaving up and down with quick indrawn gasps.
“CEO?” she whispered weakly. “Chairman?”
I nodded.
“Yep, always have been,” I said with a hint smugness to my voice. “In fact I founded Luxor, have been CEO since I was twenty-five when this place was nothing more than me and a couple admin staff.”
And the girl grew white as a sheet then.
“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, “I know what you saw wasn’t … professional,” she choked, “but … but …”
“But there’s no excuse, is there?” I finished smoothly, hiding my amusement. “There’s no excuse for masturbating out in the open. You didn’t even lock the restroom door,” I chided her gently.
The girl went from sheet white to beet red. I loved the brunette’s coloring, the way she was so sensitive to everything I said, her expressions open, trusting, like reading a book. She couldn’t even lie worth shit and I ate it up, her innocence and naiveté refreshing, like a cake to be devoured whole.
Because life had just given me an opening and I was going to use it. I didn’t get to where I am by being the nice guy and letting other folks take the lead. I got to where I am by being the aggressor, pressing every advantage, working every angle and an amazing opportunity had just landed on my doorstep.
“So is this what you do to uphold the Luxor name?” I drawled, my voice a low growl, like a predator teasing its prey. “You touch yourself when you think no one’s looking?”
“Yes! I mean no!” cried the girl, flushing again, her boobs heaving up and down, fingering her ID card nervously. “It’s just been stressful like I said, I have so much work and I’m in school full-time too, it’s really rough, I needed some release.”
My eyebrows shot up.
“Well maybe I can help you with that,” I said silkily. “I am the boss after all. Let’s head back to your office.” I’d deduced by now that her office was the one I’d passed with the bare walls and dinky desk. Shit, how sad, she was alone down here all day in that tiny cubby, nary a soul in sight. Truthfully, I could see why she was in the bathroom feeling herself up. It was goddamn depressing in the basement with the fluorescent lights, a hundred degrees next to the boiler and the random cranking sounds of various machinery. Fuck, I would have been jacking off ten times a day if I were stuck here, but fortunately I’ve got a penthouse in a luxury office space just a couple blocks away.
Without saying a word, the brunette walked slowly to the door of the bathroom and led me outside into the hallway. Sure enough, her soft footfalls stopped at the dinky office.
“Anyone else around during the day?” I asked casually, looking around. The hallways were empty, a little spooky from the lack of human contact.
“No,” the brunette replied quietly, trying to remain dignified. “I’m a marketing associate and they put me down here after my boss was injured. To stay out of peoples’ way, I suppose,” she added rigidly.
And I nodded thoughtfully. The brunette sat at her desk, gesturing to the chair across from her and I lowered myself into the small seat. I’m a big man with long legs and this dinky plastic thing wasn’t exactly my idea of comfortable, but that was fine. I didn’t plan on the little girl staying here much longer anyways.
Tammy took a deep breath and moved her mouse slightly, quickly switching screens with a swift Alt-Tab. But not before I saw what she’d been looking at. If I wasn’t mistaken there’d been an image of a nude couple on her monitor, a man and woman locked in an embrace, the woman’s legs spread, her ankles high in the air. My cock, which had been rock solid before, stiffened immediately into diamond-hardness, the fabric of my suit pants straining. But I wasn’t going to hide, not when I had such a delectable morsel before me. Instead, I sprawled lazily in the chair, the tent in my crotch fully visible, making the girl inhale sharply before her eyes flicked to mine, alert and aroused at once.
But I ignored her unspoken question. Lazily I asked, “What was that you were looking at? Right before you switched to this Excel spreadsheet.”
And the girl’s chin quivered a bit, her eyes becoming enormous, deep pools of caramel, fathomless. But instead of resisting, she clicked back again and I saw that my eyes hadn’t betrayed me. Tammy had been looking at some dirty porn, the type of stuff that was typical of laddie mags, the stuff that I absolutely loved. There was a woman pressed against a man, both of them nude, in the throes of lust. And the woman’s legs were spread sure, but instead of drilling the woman with his dick, the man had a dildo stuffed up her snatch, the deep pink rubber stretching those pink lips, making the woman squeal in pleasure. And fuck me, but it wasn’t just an image, it was a video. My little girl had been watching a porny sex clip at work.