The Billionaire's Day Off(5)

"Yeah, it's me."

She made her way barefoot to the kitchen and looked at Kris who was at that moment removing the apron she had on.

"You are just in time. Beef stew and fresh baguettes."

Dalia sat down and Kris walked round to where she was to give her a hug.

"I missed you." She pulled away and looked into Dalia's tired eyes. "How  was London?" she asked as she walked round to the other side of the  counter and got two bowls.

"A lot like home, really. Rain … so much rain and confusion."

Kris looked up from the steaming pot and shrugged.

"Confusion?" she asked.

"Let's just say that I will not be driving in the UK any time soon," Dalia said smiling.

"Ah … that. You should have seen me when I was on safari three years ago.  Every single time I was in the car I had a minor heart attack," Kris  said as she pushed one bowl of stew towards Dalia. "Bon appetit."

"This looks amazing, Kris. Thank you."

"I knew you would be tired from the whole trip and your fridge had basically nothing. So … "

Dalia smiled at her.

"You know what I really don't get? How come every time I am at your  place I am always the one cooking?" she said as she got off the counter  and rinsed her hands off.

"Well, that is something that we are going to be talking about later.  After you rest up and tell me which new British hottie you hooked up  with," he said. Dalia sat back down and took a bite of the bread.         

     



 

"New recipe?" she asked and Kris shrugged.

"Just added a dash of something," she said. "And stop changing the subject."

"So now I can't even appreciate good food?" Dalia asked, pretending to be hurt.

"Well, this is classic you."

"What is?" Dalia asked.

"This whole thing you are doing right now," Kris pointed out just as  Dalia's phone vibrated in her pocket. "You are trying to avoid the topic  of conversation here."

"Let me get this and then we will talk." Dalia looked at her phone and  she couldn't help but smile when she saw Kyle's name. "Hi," she said  when she picked up.

"Hey. Got home okay?" Kyle asked and Dalia nodded, as if he could see her.

"I did and I found a perfect little surprise waiting for me in the form of my best friend cooking in my kitchen."

Kris rolled her eyes at her.

"And here I was willing to offer you a perfect dinner."

Dalia grinned even wider and she got off the stool she was seated on.

"How about tomorrow?" she asked as he walked towards the living room. "I  am not about to pass on a great breakfast if you're offering."

"Unfortunately, I just got a call. I will be heading to New York in the  morning," he said and Dalia felt like she had just been punched in the  gut. "I should be back in a couple of days. Three at the most."

"Then I will see you when you get back," she said, leaning against one wall.

"I miss you already, Dalia," Kyle said in a whisper.

"I miss you too."

She was smiling as she said the words.

"Good night Hayes," he said in a soft voice before she hang up.

"Low voice, flushed cheeks … ." Kris noted when she walked back into the kitchen. "Who's the mystery man?"

Dalia sat back down and took a bite of her stew.

"Can we just eat first?"' she asked as she looked at an ever curious Kris.



What was initially supposed to be a three day work trip turned out to be  even longer. Almost a two-week thing. It was on a Tuesday and Kyle had  just landed that morning. Dalia had not even had the time to get excited  because she was supposed to be compiling a report for him. Just because  she was sleeping with the boss, didn't mean she was supposed to slack  off when it came to work. She was still working on the report when Kyle  called for her through the intercom. She sighed in desperation. She  could almost imagine that he was going to ask for the report: a report  that she was not even about to finish.

"Hey, you called for me?" she asked as she poked her head through Kyle's office doorway.

"Yeah, come in," Kyle said, standing up. As she looked at him, she  realized that she had not seen him all day. Otherwise, she would have  noticed the clean cut fitting blue suit he had on. "Lock the door," he  said in a commanding yet gentle voice.

"Is everything alright?" Dalia asked. "I'm sorry but I still haven't gone through the entire report from General Motors yet."

Kyle looked at her and drew the blinds.

"You are not here about work, Dalia," he said in a soft voice as he  walked up to where she was. "You making your rounds in that dress … I  needed to have you inside here. All to myself."

His eyes ran down her body covered in the black and white combination midi dress.

"But we're at the office," she said and he shrugged.

"Yes we are," he said in a whisper as he stood right in front of her.  She looked into his eyes and slipped an arm around her waist, pulling  her close.

"You have a meeting with the design team in a few minutes," she said in a low voice as he held the back of her neck.

"My design team," he said in a whisper. "They can wait."

"Okay," she said in a whisper as he swept her curly hair to one side so  that he could kiss her sensitive neck. She closed her eyes and let out a  soft moan as he ran his lips up her neck to her lips. She kissed him  and fought the urge to moan as he pulled down her zipper. "Kyle, wait … "  she muttered as she pulled away. But he was a little too consumed. All  he could think of doing at the moment was just taking her. He didn't  want to talk. About anything. He pulled the dress down off her shoulders  and looked at her breasts, threatening to burst out of the black satin  and lace bra she had on.

"I have not had you to myself since London and that was a whole ten days  ago," he held her waist and pushed her up against his mahogany desk. "I  want you. Right now." He hiked her dress up and gently caressed her  thigh, one hand on her neck pulling her towards him. Pressing his lips  against hers. He pulled away briefly and looked at her. And that was the  moment that she realized that she wanted him just as much as he wanted  her. She put a hand on his chest and climbed off the desk before she  turned around and pushed him against it. He looked down at her as she  ran her hands down his chest and finally to his waist to undo his belt  buckle.         

     



 

"Dalia," he started as she sunk to the floor.

"Don't speak," she said in a voice that surprised even her. She pulled  his pants down and then his boxers before she took his cock in her hand  making him gasp. He exhaled loudly and held on to the edge of the desk  as she took him into her mouth. He had planned on taking her right on  the desk and claiming her over and over again but clearly, she had a  knack for flipping tables. She was taking his length deep into her  throat. He threw his head back as he began bobbing her head on his  crotch. Taking him deeper and deeper into her throat. She was moaning  softly and he was trying as hard as he could not to make a sound. She  cupped a feel of his balls and ran her tongue around the smooth  sensitive head of his cock before she went on sucking him deeply. That  was all he needed to push him over the edge. He gently pulled her up to  her feet and kissed her lips deeply.

"I can't wait anymore," he said as he pulled down her panties. "Don't make me wait anymore."

He was begging and that was all she needed to resign herself to her  fate. He turned her around and held her against himself so that he could  fondle her breasts. He then bent her over his desk and gently pushed  himself into her making her exhale loudly.

"You are mine, Dalia Hayes," Kyle whispered as he began moving himself in and out of her. "All mine."



THE END