“Continue. I’m just here to observe,” I tell him.
He nods and resumes the presentation.
There’s no empty space at the oval table but no matter. I’d rather study her from afar without being inhibited. I move to the back and lean against the wall. As I study the faces in the room, my gaze clashes with hers.
She smiles shyly, bewitching me before quickly turning away. She’d reserve it for someone more deserving if she knew what I had in store for her.
While reading through her electronic file, I came across her driver’s license. The image wasn’t large enough for me to really examine her features, but now I have free rein to do so. She’s radiant. Silky dark skin, slightly arched eyebrows, captivating golden-brown orbs framed by thick eyelashes, a small, pert nose, and full, heart-shaped lips that belong around my cock. She’s only twenty, making me eighteen years her senior.
Pepper exudes innocence, triggering my beast to perk up and mark her as prey. An uncontrollable need to corrupt her assails me. Most people fight their primitive urges, afraid of being judged, but I welcome mine with open arms and even offer it a damn drink. I’ve been accused of being a nymphomaniac and a sadist by past lovers. I don’t deny their claims. Fucking and inflicting pain is my obsession. I dabble in the taboo often, continuously testing the limits of my depravity.
Pepper’s virginity is my property, and I’ll claim it at length. I’ve gleaned basic information from her file, so I’ll have to take a more direct approach to get to know the real Pepper Bryant. I’ll lure the pastor’s daughter to the dark side in due time.
“All right, it’s quitting time. Have a great weekend,” Lloyd says. “Remember to submit ideas by close of business on Wednesday.”
The group disbands. Some of the bolder team members try to engage in idle chitchat with me, but I’m focused on her. Noting my demeanor, the attempts are short-lived.
She looks to be close to five six, a bit above average in height compared to her counterparts. A gold necklace adorns her slender neck, with a cross pendant resting at the base of her throat. I leisurely peruse her curvaceous physique from top to bottom.
Pepper’s lavender-colored dress accentuates her hourglass figure and almost has me unloading in my slacks. She’s heavier than the women I usually fuck. I put her near one fifty, give or take a few pounds, but she carries her weight well. I could lose myself in those big juicy tits, plump ass, and thick thighs. She’s ripe as fuck, ready for her cherry to be popped and eaten. I covertly watch her until she leaves the room.
“Great meeting,” I say, ambling up to Lloyd.
Stroking his ego is a good way to steer the conversation in the direction I want it to go.
“Thank you.” He puffs out his chest at the compliment.
“Are the interns assigned to you performing satisfactorily?”
“Absolutely.”
“I hear Pepper Bryant is a go-getter,” I state nonchalantly, not wanting to alert him to my interest in her.
“She’s timid, but as the week’s progressed, I’ve discovered she’s a bright, vivacious young woman.”
“Excellent. The choice to extend internships to sophomores and juniors wasn’t taken lightly.”
“It was an awesome decision. I better get going. I promised the family I’d take them roller-skating this evening.”
“Have fun.”
“I won’t, but the kids will.” He laughs. “See you Monday.”
Once he’s out of sight, I walk over to the chair Pepper occupied. I never thought I’d be jealous of an inanimate object. I kneel and place my hand on the seat, finding it still warm from her body heat. My cock grows to full length.
Heel, boy.You’ll get a taste soon enough.
I bury my nose into the cushion and inhale her lingering vanilla scent.
Mission Deflower Pepper starts tonight.
The day I’ve been dreading is here; my date with Lester. He sat beside me during Bible study Wednesday night and acted as if we were already a couple. Some church members even commented how cute we were. My father is thrilled. He called and demanded I wear something nice. I chose a simple white sundress and yellow sandals.
He should be here in ten minutes. This is going to be a disaster. I need to put my foot down with Dad. I don’t see Lester as my future mate. There is absolutely nothing drawing me to him. We have nothing in common, so I’m at a complete loss as to what we’ll talk about. I’m horrible at forced conversations.
I lie down on the sofa, waiting on him to call. Though I insisted on driving myself, he wouldn’t hear of it, making an awkward situation worse.
My phone rings. It’s probably him. I pull it from my purse and see its Mia.
