My phone rings around lunch time.
“Emilia speaking, how may I help you?” I laugh.
“My office. Now.” Aiden says, his tone firm.
I smooth my dress out and run my fingers through my hair before I walk to his office. He looks so sexy sitting behind his large desk. So…powerful.
“Am I in trouble?” I tilt my head with a blush and let out a small laugh.
A half smile creeps up his face. “Door.”
I close it behind me, turning the lock when he raises an eyebrow. He beckons me over, gesturing to his lap. I obey, straddling him, my dress riding up in the process.
He eyes me admiringly, his hands on my waist. “I like the new dress I bought you.” He smiles.
I roll my eyes. “I don’t like you buying me things. It makes me feel guilty,” I tell him for the hundredth time since I’ve met him.
He throws his head back in laughter. “You see my accounts. You know how much money I have.”
It’s my turn to laugh. “Exactly, Aiden. It’s your money. You work so hard for it. Once I get my paycheck, you’re not paying for anything anymore.”
I mean it.
He brushes it off. “Nonsense. I love,” He rubs his long hand down my arm gently, “seeing you in things that my money paid for.” He places a kiss on the swell of my breasts peeking out of the dress. “It turns me on.”
I bite my lip.
He laughs. “But I’m going to fire all men working here, so they don’t stare at you.”
I look at him with narrowed eyes, unable to tell if he’s joking. “I hope you’re playing, because I’ll just quit.” I smile.
He holds his hands up. “Okay, okay. I’m teasing. But don’t you think this is a little short when you’re around other guys all day?” He tugs on the fabric.
“You hate it?” I pout, my tone sad.
A half-smile curves his lips. “Actually, it’s my favorite. I’ve been imagining how it’d look on the floor since I saw you this morning.” He nibbles on my collarbone.
“I have to get back.” My nerves get the better of me, afraid someone may hear.
“Shh, I’m your boss. You do what I say right, Ms. Banks?” His voice is gruff.
I bite my lips. He looks so good, and I’ve been wanting him all day. “There are people here,” I lower my voice to a whisper.
He grips my waist and rocks me against him. Shit.
“Do as I say,” He demands, his eyes twinkling.
I gulp when he twists my hair around his hand and pulls me to the floor.
“I want your mouth around me. It’s all I could think about all day.”
I sit on my knees, hidden underneath his desk. He unzips his pants and pulls himself out. Taking in a deep breath to still my nerves, I lean forward, sucking his already erect cock as he relaxes in his chair. His hand guides my movements.
A knock has me tensing but I continue pleasuring him.
Aiden stiffens. “Busy.”
The door clicks open and I lift my head slightly, confused.
Aiden’s fingers dig into my hair. He’s short of breath, “Ricky? What the fuck man. I said I’m busy.”
I hear shoes tapping against the floor, I must have not locked the door properly.
“I know, I know. But I needed your advice.” Ricky’s tone is pleading.
He isn’t going to leave anytime soon.
With the fear of it being another coworker gone, I decide to have a little fun. It’s not often I see Aiden squirm. I take in as much of his cock as I can into my mouth without gagging and suck hard, trailing my tongue around his shaft.
He lets out a small moan, gripping my hair tighter. “Go. Ricky.” Aiden growls.
“I wanted to take Ashley out, somewhere nice. But I can’t think of any place. Please, man.”
I continue sucking, humming silently.
Panting, Aiden leans back in his chair. “Emilia is sucking me off under the desk right now.”
I stop, surprised. Ricky remains silent before bursting into laughter. I look up at Aiden and see an uneven smile. Fuck, he wins.
“That’s my cue.”
The door closes and I swat Aiden’s leg, scolding lightly, “Why did you tell him?”
He laughs before tugging on my hair, pulling my mouth back to him. He pushes down on the back of my head, forcefully guiding me down his length. He growls. “I knew what you were doing.”
I moan.
I love when he takes control. And he always takes control.
“Trying to catch me off guard…I think you forget who’s in charge here.” He shoves me down and I feel him deep in my throat as he unloads.
∞∞∞
Working for Aiden the past couple of weeks has been amazing.
But I’ve been dreading today.
Meeting my father’s killer for the first time.
It’s a cool morning. Aiden holds me close, escorting me to the car. I slide into the backseat and Aiden gets in beside me, pulling me tight against him. I have on a very conservative business casual jumpsuit, not wanting Aiden fighting with prisoners while I face my demons.
The loud clanking of metal doors opening and closing echoes throughout the prison. The visitation process passes by in a blur. Muffled sounds close in on me as I wait to walk into the room. I had assumed we’d be behind a glass wall, talking on a phone, like in the movies.
I was wrong.
The officer ushers us into an open room. There are ten tables with chairs surrounding each one. Similar to a small cafeteria. A dad is getting a visit from his wife and children on one side, and on the other, I see a man facing away from us.
Thomas.
Hesitantly, I walk up to the table, using Aiden’s arm for support. He slides my chair out and I sit, staring at my hands, too afraid to look up. I wish Mom was here with me, but I didn’t dare tell her. She would’ve flipped.
I look over to make sure Howard is close by. I’ve rarely seen any emotions on his face, but his eyes are glued to Thomas. His expression is angry, but Aiden…his expression is killer. Animalistic, as he stares down the man who murdered my father.
Now, it’s my turn.
I’ve never seen him in person as I was too scared to go to the court hearings. I saw his blurry mugshot in the paper once, never on the news though... I couldn’t bear to look while my mom watched the segments. I expected to see a monster, yet I didn’t. Asides from his orange jumpsuit and shackles, he looks…normal.
My hands shake as he looks into my eyes, his expression thoughtful. Aiden taps the table and Thomas’s attention snaps to him.
Aiden proceeds to set the rules. “Look down, unless she asks you to look at her. Don’t speak, unless she asks you to speak to her. If you make her uncomfortable in any way, I won’t hesitate to take you out. Do you understand?” His tone is intimidating.
Thomas bows his head, but I note a smile playing on his lips. His expression is blank when he lifts his head and he doesn’t look at me.
I take a deep breath. I had concocted a solid one-sided conversation in my head on the ride here, but now…with him, in front of me, my thoughts are jumbled. I can’t put the pieces together.
Deep breaths.
“All I want to say,” I pause, gathering my courage. “Look at me.” He obeys, his smokey eyes look back at me. “I wanted to let you know that you not only ended my father’s life, you ended a lot of other things too.”