Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Alice? Are you all right?” It’s Joan’s voice on the other end of the line, and she sounds panicked.
“Um, yes. I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
Crap, I’ve let something slip. Somehow, she knows what I’ve been up to.
She heard it in my voice, my tone. Maybe I was panting too audibly.
“Alice.” Her voice sounds tense. “You have the Hong Kong conference call at the office in ten minutes.”
I feel as though I’ve been punched in the gut. I’ve never been late to the office or a meeting in my life. Yet now, one involving what might end up being the most important deal my company has ever made has completely managed to slip my mind.
Thanks, Damien.
“Joan,” I say slowly. “Actually, everything is not all right. I’ve had a family emergency.” I’m lying, and I should feel scummy for doing so, but the truth is, a thrilling sensation is coursing through me like electricity.
“Oh, no!” I can hear the concern in Joan’s voice. “Is everything–do we need to cancel the meeting?”
“No, no,” I reply. “Tell everyone I sincerely apologize, but I will not be in the office for the call, and setup a conference call that I can take from my penthouse.”
“And you’ll be ready in ten minu–”
“Yes, Joan!” I snap. “Now get going.”
I quickly hang up and jog to my bedroom, where I immediately get to work on my hair and makeup. I’ve never blow-dried my hair at this speed, nor done my makeup like my life depended on it either, but this call could determine the future of my company.
Most people would be absolutely panicked right now. But I’m not. And that’s what makes me Alice Dupont. That’s what got me to the top of the golden shining tower where I am now, and that’s what has kept me there. But it isn’t what has given me this thrill that I now feel.
No. Someone else is responsible for that.
In fact, watching the ten minutes tick by as I prep for the meeting, I’m not thinking about what a catastrophe this could be. I’m not thinking about how I might be late and might offend the men in Hong Kong. I’m not even thinking about how stupid I was to have forgotten about the meeting altogether.
I’m thinking about Damien. I’m thinking about just how naughty I would have been to have left his cum on my face when I came home, then appeared on the conference call just like that, looking like his dirty little slut.
I can only imagine what their reactions would have been.
I glance at my clock: less than one minute left. I race to the closet, grab a tailored mauve blouse, and slip into it, quickly fix my hair in the mirror, and race over to my laptop in the living room. I open it, see the link to the call Joan has just sent me, and click it.
Faces appear of the men who work for me and the men who work with me. High-status men, lawyers, accountants, vice presidents. By all accounts, I should be attracted to at least one of them, but all I can think about is how desperately I wish Damien was here so I could jerk his thick, veiny cock while he stood just off camera as I suffered through the duration of this call.
Or would he be kind enough to get down between my legs while I sat here with no panties on and suck on my clit while I fought to keep a straight face on camera? God, just the thought of it is turning me on so hard that I can feel my ability for rational thought starting to slip as it’s replaced by the heavy burden of being desperately horny.
Would you do that for me, Damien? One day?
“Miss Dupont has joined the call,” Joan’s voice says from my earbud. I politely wave to everyone. Then the several remaining black windows on the screen flicker, and the Hong Kong businessmen appear.
“Okay, it looks like everyone is here.” I smile. “Welcome, gentlemen. Shall we get this over with?”
6
DAMIEN
I check my delivery schedule for the rest of the day, hoping to see that something has changed and I’ll be heading uptown to Alice’s building, but everything is still the same.
I guess I could just show up unannounced again, but how many times can I do that before people at her office start getting suspicious about us?
I’ve got a package to drop off on Wall Street in thirty minutes, but as I’m heading to the front to pick it up, I see Brad and Chuck chatting by the vending machines. Chuck looks really excited at whatever it is Brad’s saying.
“You know the babe I’m talking about,” Brad chuckles. “That hot ass business chick. She’s on like the cover of magazines and all over the Internet! She’s like a billionaire but looks like an OnlyFans model?”