His Big Offer(12)

       
           



       

I click on the link which is the original comment on the one-night-stand piece.



Caroline McLean's bio says she's a talented writer with a unique view on  dating in New York City. It turns out she's actually just a FAKE BITCH  who mocks anyone who dares to write her on a dating site, or even worse,  ask her out. She's not only a dating failure, but cruel. No one  deserves to be mocked like the men on her blog, and she should think  hard about her next steps. Because actions have consequences.



He includes a link to Rock Bottom Caroline at the bottom of his comment.  And even though there are plenty of replies defending me, I get  goosebumps while I read it again. This doesn't sound like a random  commenter who doesn't like the fact that I'm encouraging women to take  power in their one-night stands-and there have been plenty of those.  This comment feels oddly personal, though I can't think of anyone who  would write it.

I tell PR to delete the comment, and see that the newest article, the  one about spicing up your sex life, has been posted. Chance and I agreed  that the ending of the first date article needed a little bit more work  before we publish it, so we went with the sexier piece first. If it has  even half the response of the first article, I'll be happy.

I proceed to work, even though the comment still haunts me. There's some  people talking about it on twitter, and the same anonymous poster made  an identical comment on my blog even though I haven't posted anything  there since I started working for Heart Makers. There have been some  other nasty comments in response, some trolls coming out of the woodwork  in response to one of their own. But none of them creep me out in the  way that that one does. I try to ignore it, but it sits in the back of  my mind.

It's just after noon when there's a knock at my door, and I look up to  find Chance standing there. The smile that comes to my face is instant.  "Hi."

He comes over and leans down to kiss me. "Hello."

I stretch in my chair and he comes around, hands landing on my shoulders  in a welcome massage. He sees my computer screen, which is half open to  the article I'm working on and half showing the discussion of the bad  comment on twitter.

He glances at the tweets, quickly picking up on the general tone. "What happened?"

I shake my head and wave it off. "Some troll posted something on the  one-night stand article last night. It's fine, just your regular  internet bullshit. This one just felt … weird to me. But it's nothing to  worry about. It's my own fault-you shouldn't read the comments."

"Okay." He says it in a tone that tells me he'll be monitoring it, but I  don't mind. He's been watching the response to the new features pretty  closely, so he would have found out anyway. "The reason I came by was to  see if, since it's Friday and I'm your boss, if you'd like to play  hooky with me for the rest of the day."

I smile, even though he's behind me and can't see it. "And what would we do while we were playing hooky?"

"Well," he says, leaning down and wrapping his arms around me from  behind, "I thought that we'd go back to my place and maybe try a few of  those ways to spice up your sex life."

"I don't really think our sex life needs spicing up just yet." But the way he's kissing my neck could damn well convince me.

"I don't either, but those are still some fun things to try."

I turn to look at him. "And no one will care if the CEO disappears in the middle of the work day?"

"It's Friday and everything that I needed to do is done. If there's something dire, that's what email is for."

"Well, in that case," I give an exaggerated sigh, "I suppose playing hooky wouldn't be terrible."

"I was hoping you'd say that."



Chance's apartment is huge and gorgeous. I shouldn't have expected  anything less, but it still makes my jaw drop when I walk in the door.  The style and vibe is very similar to his office: wide open space with  lots of glass and clean lines. We're on the Upper West Side now, so the  building is older but the apartment's interior is fully updated and  modern. I love it.                       
       
           



       

"This is beautiful."

"Thank you," he says, and it's not just the words. He means it. "It's  one of my pet projects, architecture and design. I put a lot of work  into this place and into the offices downtown. I don't really get a lot  of time to work on things like that, but when I do I enjoy myself."

I look around at what I can see of the apartment with a new  appreciation. "Well you seem to be really good at it." A thought hits  me. "So did you design my office?"

He's wearing a shy smile. "Yeah."

My jaw drops. "I don't think I ever told but I love that office. The  first time you showed it to me I kept thinking that I couldn't have  designed a better space for myself if I had been the one to do it."

Chance's smile turns bold and wicked as he pulls me further into the apartment. "Oh really?"

"Definitely."

I glance at the rooms we're passing, and Chance notices. "I'll give you a tour later."

"After what?"

"After you thank me for how much you love your office," he says with a playful light in his eyes.

"I knew I shouldn't have played hooky with you," I say, laughing. "So impatient."

"Yes, I am," he says, suddenly serious. He pulls me into a bedroom  that's almost the size of his office, with a bed that seems to go on for  miles. Dark walls and navy accents are scattered through the room, and  that's all I manage to see before Chance draws my gaze back to him. "I  have you in my apartment and I'm about to have you in my bed for the  first time, of course I'm impatient." He weaves his hand into my hair,  tilting my head back to he can give me a searing kiss that leaves me  weak in the knees.

I lose track of time in the kiss, and when he pulls back, I have to take a second before I open my eyes. "Wow."

His hands are still in my hair, and he keeps me looking at him. "Undress me."

Raising an eyebrow, I resist the urge to smile. "Is that an order?"

"Yes, it is," he says, smirking. "And feel free to take as long as you  like, because once it's your turn, I'm going to take my time."

I run my hands up his chest and push the suit jacket off his shoulders onto the floor. "In that case, I'd better get started."

He laughs softly, but the laughing dies when I start to unbutton his  shirt and press my lips to his skin beneath. I enjoy the time I take  with this, because finding stolen moments in the office doesn't allow me  to appreciate his body in this way-and there's a hell of a lot to  appreciate.

I trace my lips and tongue along the lines of his shoulders, and then  his chest and stomach-I swear I could spend hours worshipping his abs if  I didn't know there were even better things waiting below. Chance is  already hardening through his pants, and I stroke him through the  fabric, my eyes never leaving his as I undo his belt and shove his pants  to the ground. He steps out of them and his shoes, and it's nothing but  him in his boxer briefs, which are doing next to nothing to hide his  enormous erection.

Stroking him through the fabric again, I notice the way Chance tenses,  hands tightening into fists as he struggles with the pleasure I'm giving  him. I hook my fingers into the waistband and tug them free, revealing  his cock, which stands straight outward proudly. I take him in my hand,  and tease him, feeling him harden further under my fingers. "What do you  want?" I ask. "Do you want my mouth on your cock?"

He gives me a wolf's grin. "I always want that. But right now, I want  you naked and in my bed." He steps behind me, peeling the blazer off of  my shoulders, and dropping a kiss to one to them. Pulling me to him, I  can feel his erection pressed against my back as he lifts my shirt and  smooths his hands over my skin, my breasts, my nipples. Then my bra is  gone too, and he has perfect access to play.

Chance toys with me, my nipples hardening to the point of pain under his  attention. I'm overwhelmed by his presence, wrapped around me, pressed  against me, warm and insistent. He reaches down and unbuttons my slacks,  his hand making a quick move into my panties, not doing anything, but  gently resting just shy of my clit. Now I'm hanging on the anticipation  of when he'll touch me there. When he'll move. I step out of my pants  and kick aside my shoes, but his hand stays glued to my skin. I'm in  nothing but panties now, and I'm soaking wet. There's nothing between us  but a piece of fabric, and as soon as that little barrier is gone,  there will be nothing but pleasure.