Then, in an instant, my time alone with Griffin vanished, courtesy of those fucking heels of Yvette’s.
I hoped I’d be able to regain the fantasy without too much effort, but I heard the heels again. This time, they were much closer. Frowning, I turned and was surprised to see that Yvette stood about six feet away from me inside the den, and the door was now partway closed.
“Good evening, Riley,” she drawled while wearing an awkward smile. She looked inebriated but tried to smile like a sober person. The result was almost embarrassing.
“Evening, Yvette,” I politely replied and nodded at her.
“Enjoying the party? It’s your first one.” She sauntered toward me.
“Yes, thank you. Mr. Evans has an incredible home.” I didn’t move from my position near Griffin’s desk.
“Griff does have an incredible home, doesn’t he?”
Griff?
I nodded as she continued to advance toward me.
“You should sit in his big leather chair. Pretend you’re the boss. See how it feels.” Yvette slurred the word “feels” so that it dragged out longer than necessary. “Go on, Riley. Sit on Griffin’s chair,” she encouraged louder.
Without a doubt, I wanted to sit in that chair of his. I smiled, rounded Griffin’s desk, and pulled the chair away from the desk. I’d never sat in a chair this comfortable in my life, and part, if not most, of the thrill, was that it was Griffin’s. I leaned back in the chair and then smiled at Yvette.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Riley?” she asked as she sat on the desk with her back to me. She laid back on the desk and then rolled over onto her stomach and let her arms dangle over toward me. Yvette grabbed the tops of my thighs as she reached for my fly. “I can make you feel just like the boss in this chair, Riley.”
I glanced in the direction of the door and then down at Yvette. Her breasts spilled out of the top of her dress as she lowered my zipper. I leaned my head back against Griffin’s chair when she pulled my aching cock out. She laughed arrogantly, as if my hard-on had been because of her.
“Just imagine you’re the boss, Riley,” she slurred again before wrapping her mouth around my cock.
I’d just imagine that shewasthe boss. Yvette’s drunk mouth moved on my shaft, but then she’d pull her mouth away to make some comment about intern cocks. I kept trying to drown out her voice with Griffin’s voice in my mind. Then, suddenly, I felt that we were no longer alone.
Slowly, I opened my eyes to find Griffin standing just inside the doorway with his arms folded over his chest. I moved the chair away from the desk to get Yvette’s mouth off of me, pushed my hard-on inside my pants, and stood to zip myself up. With Griffin standing there, my cock only grew harder instead of reacting how it should have at being caught.
“Why’d you move away, Riley?” Yvette slurred.
Griffin cleared his throat and walked toward his desk that Yvette was sprawled out on. He had her attention now as she clumsily hurried to get herself upright.
“Mr. Evans!” Yvette dabbed at her chin and the corners of her mouth.
“Yvette, get back to your husband,” Griffin said firmly.
“Yes, Mr. Evans.”
Griffin sat in his chair as I awkwardly moved away from behind his desk. Even though this was a little slice of heaven to be alone with him in his home, possible consequences flooded my mind. The worst would be termination, but that was probably the most likely scenario.
He wasn’t saying anything. Instead, he placed his thumb over what looked like a thumbprint reader on the corner of his desk. When I heard a mechanism unlock, he reached into his top drawer and pulled out a tattered leather notebook that had an elastic band holding it shut. With one of his expensive pens in hand, he opened the notebook, found the page he had been looking for, and began to write. Griffin hadn’t dismissed me yet, so I stayed still, sweating bullets and oozing pre-cum from my cock.
“How old are you, Riley? Twenty-five? Twenty-six?” Griffin asked me without looking up.
“Twenty-four,” I replied.
Griffin still hadn’t looked up, but a smile spread across his face.
“That’s the same age I was when I graduated with my MBA too,” he mused.
I know.I busted my ass every semester and every summer so I could graduate in the same amount of time as you did.
“Mr. Evans—” I began to plead my case so he wouldn’t terminate me on the spot, but he cut me off quickly.
“Don’t talk, Riley. Talking complicates things.” Griffin closed the notebook and returned it to the drawer before standing.
I drank in his presence as he confidently stood behind his desk, eyeing me. My cock throbbed in my pants because he was staring at me. I was almost certain that my termination hung on his lips.
With a smirk, he said, “You remind me of myself.” Griffin smiled and left his den.
What the fuck just happened?
