“Then you need to take up a hobby or work harder,” she said, making him laugh. “Life in legal is quiet and I feel rather self-conscious sitting in the middle of it in an open plan office,” she whispered, making him laugh louder.
“Is that why you’re whispering?” he whispered back. “And I am looking at hobbies, but so far there is only one that I really fancy.”
“And what hobby would that be?” she asked still whispering, optimistically suspecting his likely answer.
“You, Stephanie. I can’t stop thinking about you after Monday night and all we did was kiss.”
“I seem to remember more than kissing, and in the car too,” she said with an air of shock at the potentially compromising positions they’d got into a couple of days before.
“I was trying to be discreet, but I didn’t hear you complaining, moaning, but no complaining.”
She laughed quietly, then remembering her earlier determination not to get involved with him she asked, “Don’t you have any work to do?”
“I have loads of work to do, yet I can’t think of anything other than you and Monday night, even if it did make me feel fifteen again; snogging and managing to get my hands on a girl’s tits and very beautiful they were too.”
With a sharp intake of breath at the realisation that this conversation, all of their conversations, just kept coming back to this, to them and their ‘arrangement’. “I think this type of conversation breeches several of your policies,” she said slightly louder now as she noticed that most people appeared to have gone for lunch.
“Once again, you are correct, Miss Pryor, so we will resume this conversation later. You will have to hurry if you are going to make it to your presentation on time,” he said which confused her.
“Me? Late? What presentation?” she almost screeched.
“You haven’t checked your emails, Miss Pryor,” he chastised but she could sense a smile too.
“Bollocks! I didn’t know I had an email address here,” she said, her voice reaching decibels she’d avoided all morning.
His laugh was deep and throaty. “Come up to my office and I will escort you to the presentation and fill you in on the way. And put your jacket on!”
“Why? Do you think it looks more professional with the jacket?”
“That’s one way to put it, but it also covers your amazing breasts!”
Whilst ridingthe lift back up to his floor, Steph was looking at her reflection in the full-length mirrored wall, pushing a couple of dark strands of hair that had escaped the ponytail she wore. Staring more closely, she looked into her own eyes, dark pools of brown and amber that looked brighter and more alive than they had for a very long time. She did think that the brown, sleeveless shift dress possibly did cling to all of her curves, especially her breasts and bottom. He had also been right that the jacket did go some way to make her breasts less obvious, but as it finished justat the hips it actually emphasised her bottom. She looked down at her legs and also decided that the dress was a little short for work with the five-inch brown, suede heels she’d opted for today and the remains of her spray tan just emphasised the fact that her legs were bare. She was still twirling around and checking out her image when the doors opened and Jon joined her in the lift.
“Hello Miss Pryor, nice ass,” he said as he pinned her against the glass wall.
“Jon!” she protested.
“Ssh.” He was like a predator soothing a startled animal before pouncing on his prey. “I like watching you checking yourself out.” He leaned down and kissed her, gently, then more firmly, forcing her lips apart to invade her mouth.
She eagerly welcomed him, reaching up to wrap her arms around him, her fingers ran through the hair at his neck. It was debatable who was hunting who now.
Pulling back he looked down at her with a smile. “You know I really would like to see what’s under this dress.” His hands were already beneath it, running up her bare legs until his fingers reached the now wet lacy barrier.
Her determination to keep things professional was currently blowing in the wind, the widening of her stance to allow him greater access to her confirming that.
“Oh darling, you really need to be fucked.” He lowered his mouth to her neck making her moan. “And I am the man to do that.”
The lift pinged as it reached the sixteenth floor. Stepping back, he made to straighten his already straight black tie that sat immaculately against his white shirt and black suit. As Steph smoothed her skirt down, Jon brushed the toe of his black, Italian leather shoes.
Cupping her elbow, he led her to a meeting room that was full of seated execs and most of the legal team that she thought had gone to lunch. Jon led her to a seat at the front and took to the podium himself.
“Ladies, gentlemen,” he said as an announcement that he was ready to start. “I’ll make this brief. As most of you know we are entering into a contract with Baker, Ross and Riley for legal services. Now I am aware that the jungle drums are working overtime with rumours of what that means for our own legal department, so that will clarified for you this afternoon. We have the good fortune to have the services of Stephanie Pryor of Baker, Ross and Riley who is the head of new business accounts there. She will be based here, in legal, all day Wednesday and some Friday afternoons to answer any questions and to clarify any queries. So without further ado, Miss Pryor,” he said, introducing her before vacating the podium.
She stared at him for a moment and realised that he hadn’t filled her in on the way down. He had kissed her and seemed more interested in just filling her rather than the gaps in her knowledge.
Hesitantly, she walked towards the podium and started to speak slowly.
“Hello, thank you Mr Brooker. I am indeed the head of new accounts at Baker, Ross and Riley, but I should explain that I am not a lawyer. I am an accountant but was heavily involved in putting together the original proposal for Brooker Incorporated and then in tailor making the contract. As I understand the position here, the current legal team will remain in place, but it would not be cost effective to run a legal team on the scale of Baker, Ross and Riley in-house which is why the contract for their services is now in place. It is my intention to email all senior members of the company, but first priority will be to legal, with an overview of who is responsible for which typeof legal work. However, I have to admit that I haven’t even accessed my emails here yet, so I will start the process with the likely intervention of I.T. today and continue that job on Friday afternoon. I would anticipate that by this time next week everyone will have received that overview from me. Assuming you have a generic email system you will know my address better than me and if I miss anyone out please call, email or just stop me in a corridor and I will rectify the situation as soon as I can. I would expect that anyone with responsibility for other staff members will cascade the information down to their teams. I should stress again that I am not in any way legally trained, but I know where to find the right answers and I understand the way big companies are organised and operate, but in case you were wondering, I don’t file end of year personal tax returns for anyone other than my dad who apparently doesn’t get numbers.”
