16
Jospeh
I wokeup with a rejuvenated spirit.
Luck was alive and well in the air and today was my day. I had plans. I had expectations. And as I slipped into my navy blue power suit with a crisp navy button-front and a skinny white tie, I blew myself a kiss in the mirror.
“Today’s a good day to get her on her knees.”
I winked at myself before I headed into work and I felt lighter than air. After enjoying dinner and gossip with Becca last night, I had the perfect pathway to cut through the bullshit so I could get on with my own purposes.
And after getting settled into my office, I pressed the intercom button on my desk.
“Lexie, please get Miss Becca into my office at once. And make sure my morning is cancelled.”
My intercom bleeped. “Are you sure, sir? You’ve got a meeting you’ve pushed off--.”
I pressed the button on my end to cut her off. “Do as I say or I’ll find someone that will.”
I heard her sigh outside before the intercom bleeped again. “Yes, Mr. Ryker.”
I grinned as I walked out in front of my desk. I perched against the front of it, sliding my hands into my pants. I couldn’t wait to back her into a corner. She always let me do it, and I swear to fuck it was her way of teasing me.
Well, she’d get exactly what she bargained for this morning.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” Becca asked.
I held out my hand. “Come and sit.”
She stepped into my office and closed the door behind her.
Good girl.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked as she sat down.
A smirk traveled across my face. “You know, I’ve been thinking.”
She nodded slowly. “About…?”
“About our dinner last night.”
She smiled softly. “It was nice, wasn’t it?”
I tilted my head off to the side. “Sure, if that’s how you want to see it. But you kind of owe me now.”
Her face paled. “Wait, huh?”
I shrugged. “I mean, I ordered for you. I paid. I tucked in the attitude a little bit because you were clearly down and out. And believe me, that takes effort.”
She swallowed hard. “I—I’ve got cash on me if you just want me t--.”
I pushed off the front of my desk and stood directly in front of her. “Actually, I’ve got something else in mind.”
The way she looked up at me beneath those thick, long lashes of hers stirred something within me. I slid my hand out of my pocket, itching to bury my fingers into the thick tendrils of her wild hair. My cock tented my pants, and the second her eyes dropped to the protrusion I saw her cheeks flush.
All the way down her fucking neck.
“So, why don’t you tellmewhat I had in mind? I love a good guessing game, Miss Becca.”
