“Yes,” she whispers in my ear.
I run my thumb down the seam of her panties, and she is soaking wet. My dick was already hard, but now it’s steel behind my zipper, desperate to be released.
I slide her underwear over to the side, and run my middle finger through her slit and slip inside her.
“Blair, is this all for me?”
Our stares still for a moment, and then she presses her mouth to mine, taking everything she wants from me. I feel her hands grabbing my hair and her nails drag my scalp. She’s so fucking hot. I pull my focus back to her before I blow inside my pants.
“What do you need Blair? Tell me what you like.”
“More,” she whispers. “I need to feel more of you inside me.”
I slide in another finger and pull my thumb up to circle her bundle of nerves. The moan that escapes is loud and I bring my other hand up to cover her mouth.
“Quiet. I’m not sharing those sounds with anyone else.”
Her head rolls back and I feel her breath gasping between my fingers. I twist my fingers to rub against that magic spot inside and she brings her head forward to mine, her hands gripping my neck like a vice.
I lean my head down and lick her neck, letting my teeth scrape up to her ear and then I whisper, “Come on Blair, come like a good girl for me.”
It pushes her over the edge and I feel her body tense and release on my hand. I slow down, letting her catch her breath and the moment I remove my hand the door vibrates behind my back, echoing the deep sounds of knocking.
“Blair?” Stella says. “Sorry to interrupt, but it’s ten a.m., and the meeting is about to start.”
My body feels the immediate loss of warmth as Blair bolts off me and across to her desk, adjusting her dress and running her hands through her hair. She uses her fingers to wipe around her mouth and then stills for a minute, closing her eyes.
Same, I think. I need a moment of silence, too.
It’s also obvious I’m going to need more than a moment to collect myself before we walk into the meeting, so I tell Blair to go ahead and I’ll catch up. Plus, I’m trying to avoid the regret she looks like she may share with me.
On my way out, Stella tries to avoid eye contact but says a quick hello. She wasn’t sitting at her desk when we walked in, so I’m not sure how much she heard. I say hello and try not to make things any more awkward than they already are.
When I make it to the conference room, I see Lance talking to Blair. Her shoulders are pulled up high, and she seems tense. He looks like a total douchebag, leaning against the wall and looking anywhere but directly at her while delivering what I’m guessing is not anything she’s happy to hear.
She spins around and stalks to the exit. I start toward her to see what’s going on, but she gives me the slightest shake of her head.
“Not right now. Let me go,” she says under her breath as she strides by.
I focus on Lance, and he’s already moved on, taking his seat at the head of the table.
“Wyatt! How’s everything going? Looks like you’re making fantastic progress. I had a call with The Manhattan Group, and they were thrilled with everything they’ve received from us so far. Great work.” Lance motions me over to sit next to him.
“It’s Blair you should be praising. She’s done all the hard work. I’m simply the messenger at this point.”
“That’s great to hear. We’re one big family around here. A win for one is a win for all of us. I’m not into keeping score onany of this, especially during a time when everyone should work for the greater good of our business.”
It’s clear he’s not interested in giving Blair any credit. When he makes a move to start the meeting, I ask, “Should we wait for Blair?”
“She’s no longer needed. We have an excellent overview of the agency, but now it’s time to talk about where we can make cuts to get the balance sheet where it needs to be. I’ve talked with our finance teams, and we think it makes sense to start with any overlap or redundant headcount.”
I nod, but it makes no sense to exclude her. She would be a great advisor on role clarity and what might be frivolous. I feel Lance does not know what most of the positions at this agency do if they are outside the scope of signing talent. Even then, I’m not sure he’s clued in on all the nuance around agent workload.
“So, what’s the low-hanging fruit, then?” Lance looks around the table at the crowd of confused eyes glancing back and forth at one another.
“I’m not sure what you mean, sir,” a woman across the table says.
“Tell me who would be the easiest to cut. No drama, minimal impact to budget or workload.” Lance leans back like this whole meeting is boring to him.
