Time to Play(11)

Why did he care?





Chapter Four





Simone walked into work on Monday morning sensing the tension around the office. She was late because her alarm had lost all power. The battery had died in the middle of the night. She held a polystyrene cup of coffee in one hand and her phone in the other.

“I’m sorry I’m late, sir,” she said.

“I don’t care. Mr. Gallagher and Mr. Turner are waiting in the conference room along with all your colleagues. Get your butt up here,” her boss said.

She nodded her head going to the reception desk. Milly was looking terrified as she answered calls. “What’s going on?” Simone asked.

“Mr. Gallagher is that big client they’ve been talking about. The one who is thinking of doing a takeover of this company,” Milly said. Her hands were shaking.

“So,” Simone said. She’d known the account was big. One of her biggest deals last year had been the Gallagher and Turner campaign she’d helped turn into a success.

“Rumour is they’re not happy and hoping to close the company down. Kate and Lily are already working on their resume. They think everyone is going to lose their jobs within the next month.” Milly began biting her nails. Simone knew the other woman had three kids to worry about. The family had fallen on hard times since her husband had lost his job at the bank.

“Hey, we all do a brilliant job. I’m sure we’ll settle this. Wish me luck,” she said, moving around the front desk toward the elevator. So much for a peaceful morning crunching numbers and answering calls. After seeing her father and spending most of her time day-dreaming about the tall, dark, handsome semi-stranger going by the name of Callum, Simone had barely slept in the last two nights. Her body ached from the delicious torture Callum had given her Friday night.

John spent a great deal of time trying to talk to her. She wasn’t interested in a cheating scumbag, which brought her back to her father. Why was he suddenly sniffing around her? She’d have to talk to her brother Daniel. She hadn’t heard from him in some time. He was her father’s protégé, but they still managed to get along.

The elevator dropped her off at the fifth floor where her office and the conference rooms lay. She quickly ran to her desk to see a harassed intern shaking with a tray of coffee.

“Miss Allusifa, they refuse to start without you.”

Simone took the tray from her. “Right, I’ll take this through. Will you sort my mail and bring it to me at the best possible time?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Please, call me Simone.” Before the intern had a chance to answer, Simone was already at the conference room, opening the door with her butt. “Sorry, I’m late, gentlemen.” She lifted her gaze to the men sitting at the head of the table. Her heart stopped inside her chest.

Shit! The stranger from Friday night sat staring at her along with the blond guy from her walk of shame.

The tray toppled to the floor, crashing the cups and coffee all over the place. She winced as the hot liquid splashed her new pumps and burnt her ankles. Simone pinched her arm while the men stared at her. She wasn’t waking up.

Without looking at them, she began clearing away the mess.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

The mantra inside her head wouldn’t stop.

A very large male hand came into her vision. The man paused, his hand over the broken mug she was about to clean up. She recognised that hand. He’d held her face with that very same hand as she sucked his cock.

This was like a nightmare.

“You’ve hurt yourself, Miss Allusifa,” Callum said.

“It’s nothing. Please, let me finish cleaning up this mess. I’m sorry.” She winced at her own panicked voice.

What had she done?

Her other colleagues started to make a fuss.

“Can we get along with this meeting? I’ve got stuff to do,” one of the older managers said.

Callum helped her to her feet. She winced again once the burn made itself known. He went down before her. In her mind she remembered the way he’d pressed her against the shower stall and licked her pussy until she came in a screaming orgasm.

She wasn’t wearing any panties. Would he be able to smell her need for him?

“Until I’m sure this lady is okay then the meeting will wait. However, if you feel I’m not important enough, the door is there, and you may leave.”

Did he have the power to do that? Simone rubbed her temple. Had the takeover already happened? What planet was she on?

Crap. She’d really fucked up.

“I want to take her to rest.”

Suddenly, she was being carried outside of the conference room. She stared at all the faces she passed. Callum was carrying her across the room into the small staffroom on their floor. Simone watched as he slammed then locked the door. Her whole body went into overdrive. His powerful frame seemed to fill every single corner of the tiny room. He’d placed her on the counter. Her legs were splayed open as she stared at him.