Wild Submission(5)
He stares again, and then his lips slowly stretch in a devastating smile. “You realize what that means, don’t you?”
I shake my head, my pulse beating faster. He’s looking at me like I’m a juicy steak he wants to devour.
“You’re mine now.” Suddenly, he pulls me against him, wrapping a solid arm around my waist. He kisses me hard, so intense. I feel myself get wet. Is he going to fuck me now?
Cam releases me, then leans to whisper, low in my ear. “And tonight, I’ll show you what that means.”
He’s already picking up his briefcase and walking out, leaving me alone with nothing but my desire and the contract.
What have I gotten myself into?
FOUR: CAM
The office is already buzzing with activity when I arrive. Set in a midtown skyscraper, Ashcroft Industries towers over the city, and has dozens of departments overseeing our interests here in the States and abroad. Charles Ashcroft and his partner built the company from nothing to one of the biggest transportation companies in the country; now that he’s dead, it’s down to me as acting CEO to guide the company and advise his daughter, Keely, on operations.
“Good morning, Mr. McCullough.” My secretary, Jeannie, rises from her desk outside my corner office. “Everything OK?”
“Yes,” I frown. “Why?”
“You’re late,” Jeannie says, sounding confused. “Was there a meeting I missed in the book?”
“No,” I reply. “I just… took some time at the gym.”
“Oh. Well, text me if you plan on changing your morning schedule,” she says, part scolding. “I had coffee waiting, but now it’s gone cold.”
“Sorry, Jeannie.” I smile. A sixty-something woman with four kids all grown, Jeannie has been with the company for years, and is always trying to mother me with vitamin supplements and fresh fruit. “It won’t be a regular thing.”
She nods, pulling out her tablet computer. “You have the new marketing review at ten, foreign financing at eleven, then a conference call with the LA office at three.”
“And the team—?”
“Is waiting for you in the conference room,” she finishes efficiently. “Anything else?”
“Coffee would be great, thanks. I promise, I won’t let this one go cold.”
Jeannie tuts, but she heads for the kitchen area all the same. I grab some files from my office and head for my first meeting of the day. With any luck, I’ll be able to put Isabelle from my thoughts entirely and focus on work.
She’s already occupied too much of my mind. Running late is out of character for me: a good boss should be the first in the door in the morning, and the last out at night. It’s the only way to lead by example; I’ve seen too many Wall Street jackasses laze around spending shareholder money and expecting everyone else to pick up the slack.
Ashcroft trusted me with this company, and I won’t let him down.
The morning passes without incident. I deal with status reports from my department heads, discuss the quarterly earnings report, and consult with a team about a potential new acquisition. By the time the last person leaves my office and I get a moment of peace, it’s noon.
“Hold my calls,” I tell Jeannie through the intercom. “Give me ten minutes.”
I walk to the windows and take a deep breath. The view is magnificent: I can see the city spread out in front of me, all the way to Central Park and the river.
I’m a long way from home.
I think briefly of the small Scottish village I grew up in. There were barely five hundred people, living on the edge of a loch in the Highlands. It’s remote, wild and rugged, but for a young man, it felt more like a prison. I counted down the days until I turned sixteen and struck out on my own, moving to Glasgow and working in the mailroom of a shipping company while I took night classes and learned everything I could about business and economics.
My big break came when Ashcroft Industries bought out the company. Ashcroft himself visited to tour our operation, and I was assigned to drive him around. I was supposed to be an errand boy, the lowest on the ladder, but Ashcroft liked to chat about his plans for the company and future expansion. He wanted to hear my ideas, he said that the people on the ground floor knew things that the corporate bosses never even thought about. When it came time for him to head back to the States, he offered me a job to come with him, to learn from him and work my way up.
I’ve never looked back.
And now, here I am: acting head of a Fortune 500 company, with everything I could want in life.
Everything, including her.
The views melt away, and all I can see is Isabelle. Waiting on her knees, naked and trembling with anticipation for my touch. God, it was my wildest fantasy come to life. No matter what she thinks or what she’s done, she’s an innocent. And nothing is sweeter to me than teaching an innocent the dark pleasures they hide inside.