I move against his hand, seeking release. His fingers tighten and I order, “Faster.”
“Sophia,” he hisses. “If you weren’t drunk, I’d rip your panties off and fuck you senseless.”
“I’m not drunk,” I argue, almost panting.
All I want is for him to thrust his length deep inside me.
Instead, he withdraws his finger.
Suddenly, I’m hollow and highly unsatisfied.
I’m so close to begging him for more, offering myself to him, because I’ve become a puddle of desire. My mouth opens wide when he licks his finger clean, and smirks. “You taste better than I imagined. And you might not be unconscious drunk, but I know you’re not yourself.”
Henry pushes the button of the elevator, and it continues its way up to the top floor where the presidential suite is, and where I’m staying. When we arrive, he uses his master key to open it and helps me inside.
“You’re an asshole,” I say as I enter the room and as I’m about to shut the door, he stops me.
He appraises me from top to bottom and smirks. “I’ve been called worse.”
“What game are you playing, Henry Aldridge?” I ask instead of telling him to go and fuck himself.
“The day we fuck, Sophia, it’ll be when you are sober, and not because you feel lonely,” he states, setting his arm around my waist and pulling my body to his. “Or when you pity me because you believe that I’m the unhappiest man on this fucking planet.”
He brushes my hair over my shoulder and leans in to kiss me. His mouth meets mine, and I shiver as his tongue pushes between my lips. I cling my arms around his powerful shoulders as I melt into the rawest kiss I’ve ever experienced in my life. Underneath my skin, there’s a wildfire spreading. There are so many contradictions swirling inside my head. The craving for his firm hand tugging my hair as he fucks me hard against the wall. The longing for his mouth whispering loving words as he slowly thrusts himself inside me. The need to push him away from me because I’m jeopardizing my entire life.
But I can’t seem to find the strength or the words. I just keep moaning as he kisses me with the utmost passion I’ve ever experienced. Once our mouths separate, he puts his hands on the side of my face and strokes my cheek with his thumb.
Our gazes connect and I hold my breath waiting for him to set some conditions before we continue. Remind me of his stupid rules, or just order me to get down on my knees and suck him. At this point I’m so worked up I’d do anything to get some release.
“A house it is, then,” he says, not making sense and leaving me needy and shaky.
“What just happened?” I yell, frustrated with myself and angry at him.
Sophia
If I had a time machine, I’d go back in time to the day when I agreed to become Henry Aldridge’s assistant. There are two things I would do. First, convince myself not to take the job. And second, give myself the winning numbers for the lottery. That’s the only way that younger me could pass the opportunity to work for him.
From the beginning, I knew he wouldn’t be an easy boss.
I learned to hate the man, but ignore my emotions because I need the salary and all the benefits my position provides. Now… Well, now things between us are complicated. Or maybe I’m wrong. It’s Wednesday. Four days have passed after what I call the kiss incident, and we have barely spoken.
How could I be so stupid and let him… Maybe I’m looking at this from the wrong perspective. It was only a kiss.
Only a kiss?
He almost finger fucked you…and that whole “I want to claim you” thing.
The next morning, I did the smart thing and left town without saying goodbye. If I pissed Henry off, he hasn’t told me just yet. Maybe he’s waiting for me to visit him at Baker’s Creek again to fire me. Good luck with that one. I’ll avoid traveling to the town for the next six to eighteen months. I don’t need to meet the new baby or hang out with my friends.
I have plenty of work to do. Of course, I’ll do that later. Right now, I’m pretending to be working on Aldry’s Sweets, but I’m actually chatting with Blaire.
“You know, calling to get the daily report was cute a couple of weeks back,” she protests. “For all I know, you're planning to add some cameras to the house so you can watch us as if this was a reality show.”
“It’s the best show in town,” I reiterate, but really, I want to know if Henry has said anything.
He’s been too quiet. That’s so unlike him. We’ve exchanged a few emails, but that’s all the interaction we’ve had for the past few days. I’m still searing with anger. He almost fucked me, and I said nothing. I let him tease me, touch me, and disregard me.
“There’s nothing really happening, other than your boss being…well, himself. Anyway, you can come for a few days to calm the fuck out of him.”
No, I am never going back. Instead, I joke, “We could sell the rights to the Aldridge brothers’ story. I could make a lot of money and retire young.”
I’m half kidding because really, if I write a tell-all, I wouldn’t need this job.
She laughs. “Or…and this is a mere suggestion. You can find a job you love and quit.”
“It’s not that simple,” I answer.
“Let me try it. I know some people,” she offers, kindly. That’s Blaire, the modern version of Mother Theresa. She wants to help and save everyone. “You have a degree in business and lots of experience. I can’t understand why he has you as his assistant and not as an executive.”
“You think I get it?” I scoff.
“Just quit,” she offers, as if it’s easy and I’m complicating it by settling.
There are many reasons including that I’m in charge of Aldry’s Sweet and unofficially the interim CEO of Merkel Hotels & Spas.
Henry hasn’t mentioned anything, but before he moved to Baker’s Creek, he said, “You’re in charge, for now, Ms. Aragon. Make sure that it’s business as usual.”
“This period is an opportunity to prove to myself and everyone that I can run a conglomerate,” I explain to her. “Think about the doors I’m opening while being in charge of Merkel Hotels & Spas. In a couple of years, I’ll be able to have any job I want. If I make the right connections, I might even set up my own company.”
“You have my full support and money,” she offers.
“We can always open that confectionary in Baker’s Creek,” I joke. “In a couple of years, we can have a chain of chic, delicious stores all over the country.”
“You’ll have to move west,” she says. “I can’t do this by myself. I have a medical practice to run, you know. My real life isn’t just puking all day and answering your calls.”
“How’s the Aldridge spawn treating you?”
“Stop calling my baby a spawn,” she warns me but chuckles. “I confess that being pregnant is a bonus. These guys are treating me like I’m a fragile object. I only use that power to make them do my chores.”
“Okay, give me an update on everyone and I promise I’ll let you go,” I say, taking a sip of my coffee.