God, that mouth. I let myself briefly think about what it felt like against mine. What it felt like wrapped around my cock, wet and warm. I felt a slight twitch in my pants, before remembering what I was here for. I couldn’t let her mouth—or her—distract me from what I needed to do.
I had to make my position known here. Not only was I these people’s new boss, but I was their CEO. First impressions wereeverything, and while I may have already made an impression in the form of a handprint on this redhead’s ass, the others needed to know who they were dealing with in terms of business.
Just as a quiet sound escaped Sadie’s mouth, I cleared my throat and took an authoritative step into the room, making her perfect mouth snap shut.
“Good morning, everyone. Now that it looks like you’re all here…” I gave her a look, letting her know I knew her desk was empty when I arrived this morning. She looked sheepish before looking down at the shiny wood surface of her desk, avoiding my gaze.
“I would like to introduce myself.” I continued, looking at the rest of the room. “I am Jeremiah Mason. Your new boss. And CEO.”
I heard the ripple of hushed whispers fill the room from people who no doubt recognized my name. I hid my smile, knowing my reputation preceded me. Straightening my suit, I cleared my throat again to garner their attention. Within seconds, all eyes were back on me. All except Sadie’s, which remained glued to her desk.
“Now, you probably all just witnessed that little spectacle yourformercoworker displayed on his way out. I guess some people just can’t handle honesty.” I shrugged callously. “But trimming the fat is necessary for a business to thrive. And that’s what he was. Fat. Useless. A waste of space.”
I looked around as everyone watched me carefully, my words hitting them like small blows. They were scared shitless. But that was the plan. That was how you became the most powerful person in the room. That was how I’d gotten to where I was.
“And I’m not done trimming the fat yet,” I said. “If people don’t perform, they will get cut. I would rather pay severance than wages for those who don’t earn it. Trust me, I can afford it. If you don’t like the changes being made around here, you can leave.”
I looked around once more, but there was only more silence and avoiding stares.
“Is that understood?” I asked loudly.
Everyone nodded eagerly, as if they were in sync. There were even a few “yes, sirs.” They looked like little puppets.Mypuppets.
Satisfied that my introduction went the way I wanted it, my eyes went back to Sadie. She sat behind her desk, fiddling with her thumbs nervously as she discreetly looked around the office as if quietly assessing everyone’s thoughts. Her thoughts were written all over her pretty face.
“You,” I said, narrowing my gaze to her.
She snapped her head up when she realized I was talking to her.
“M-me?” she stammered nervously, putting her hand to her chest. Her green eyes were even wider now, like a doe caught in the headlights of a car. I almost felt bad for her.Almost.
“In my office.Now. I would like to talk privately,” I said, turning on my heel and walking back into my new office before she could even respond.
I sat down in my black leather office chair, my back to the city view below, wondering how I was going to handle this situation. Sadie entered the room, looking down at her feet worriedly. She had looked better the other night when she wore those skintight leggings and the pink sweater that let her curves show through even the chunky knit material. This office look was boring on her. A white blouse and a gray skirt that did nothing for the ass I knew she possessed under all that dull tweed. At least I knew what was under those clothes. An incredible, tight body made for fucking. I realized right then I wasn’t ready to make my life easier simply by firing her. At least not yet. We could still have some fun yet.
I let my eyes wander over her for a beat before pointing to the door.
“Close the door,” I said firmly.
I watched as her throat bobbed as she swallowed nervously. She turned and placed her palm on the door, gently closing it with a soft click before turning back to face me.
“Sit.” I motioned to the taupe, channeled leather sofa against the wall.
She did as I said, sitting carefully before crossing her legs. My gaze lingered for a moment at her smooth legs, the length of her skirt rising slightly. She fidgeted with the hem, unsure what to do with her hands.
“Relax,” I said.
She looked up at me, eyes wary.
“I’m not firing you.” I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking, as I folded my fingers across my abdomen.
“Y-you’re not?” she stammered.
“Well, not yet,” I corrected myself.
She bit her lip, her brows bunching in the center of her forehead.
“I want to know what you have.”
