His driver picked me up and walked me to the office door. I knocked and waited, but there was no response. I opened it and stood stock-still in the doorway. A few feet away, Langden stood leaning back against his desk, with a woman sitting on her heels fucking his cock with her mouth.
I saw red but didn’t budge or utter a sound. Instead, I watched her fuck Langden’s big cock, her cheeks puffing with the effort of accommodating his enormous size. He didn’t grip her hair like he had with me. He didn’t touch her at all. Instead, his hands gripped the edge of his desk.
My eyes traveled to his bulging thighs that were straining with pleasure. I licked my lips at the hot scene in front of me. I had a good imagination and didn’t need visual stimulation to get myself off, but this was real, and so was the pool of moisture between my thighs.
Langden was close to spilling his load. His breathing became more rapid, and it was at that moment he turned his head and caught me watching. He looked smug, and I felt a desire to slap the devious smile right off his face. Instead, I held his gaze, almost as if I was daring him to come while I watched. And then he grabbed the woman's hair and thrust into her mouth and let out a long groan as he unloaded down her throat. When he wasdone, he told her to leave. I don’t know what she was expecting, but she ran past me with a look of anger in her eyes.
It was my turn to look superior and offer a calculating smile. “I guess I’m right on time.” I kicked the door shut with my foot and sashayed over to the chair. Langden hadn’t moved or retrieved his pants, so his now flaccid cock was at my eye level when I sat down.
“Your cock looks sad, Langden. Perhaps you should put him away now that he’s had his fun.” I sounded so sure of myself, but the truth was I was trembling with a myriad of feelings. I wanted to cry that he had moved on so fast. I imagined myself begging to be the one at his feet and taking his cock in my mouth. I wanted to be his little girl. I wanted to be taken by him, cared for by him, and be the complete innocent I’d been two weeks ago.
I didn’t say or do anything; however, I just waited for him to collect himself and sit down. I could feel his gaze as it seared me to my core, and kept my eyes firmly on his desk, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall. I was grateful when he pulled up his pants and walked off to his private suite. That gave me the opportunity to let out the breath I’d been holding and greedily suck in air.
Stay strong Maddox, you can do this.When Langden came back a few minutes later. I had my laptop open, the spreadsheet ready, and my eyes dry and clear. I wanted to crow with the victory when I held his look and believed I may get through our meeting unscathed.
“You are looking lovely this evening, Maddie.”
“Please, let's keep this professional. I prefer to be called Miss Sullivan.” He smirked but said nothing, so I continued.
“I have the spreadsheet open, and already I have found issues.”
Langden took the chair beside me and examined my work. “What's the problem, the numbers seem to jive.”
“Well, they would, but this is the spreadsheet I keep in the computer at work, that means that anyone who has access to the office and computer can access the spreadsheet.”
“And….” he waited for further clarification.
I opened the second sheet. “Compare that with this one. This is stored in an encrypted file that only I know of. I wanted to have a comparison that no one could alter, and if you compare the two, you will see small but consistent differences between the two.”
Langden took the laptop and looked over the two documents several times before he sat back. “We have a thief.”
“We do,” I agreed.
“So, besides myself and Sonya, who else can use the office?”
He sighed, “that is a good question. The head day bartender, the head night bartender, the head server… five people for sure, that I know of.”
“Is there any way we can create a new password and only allow Sonya to have it? If it's her, it will be easy enough to determine.”
“There is, but I prefer to leave a marker, so instead, each person will be coded their own access, and then we will know, based on the signature log, who has adjusted the books.”
“Oh, yes, of course, that is a good idea.” A long silence followed, and feeling the discomfort from before returning, I asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Ross?”
His eyes darkened briefly, and I wondered what would happen if I called him master Ross or daddy Ross. Oh god, even thinking about it set a new pool in my rapidly sodden g-string.
“Yes, actually, I have had a crazy week and was wondering if I could talk you into a business dinner?”
“Uh, ah, I don’t know.”
“Oh, please, Maddox,” he remonstrated, “do you think me so high-handed that I can’t control myself around an employee? Have you eaten?” he demanded.
“No sir, I mean Mr. Ross.”
“Sir is fine, and wouldn’t it be remiss of me to not feed a hungry employee?” It was logical, and why not? I was starving, having missed lunch, and too nervous about our meeting to eat dinner.
“Okay, since you put it that way, I would love to. Thank you, sir.” Langden smirked and escorted me out the door and down the back to his car. I rolled my eyes at his red Ferrari, really just a little ostentatious, but I was also excited. This might be my only opportunity to ever sit in a Ferrari, and I planned on enjoying it.
Langden opened my door and then wholly overwhelmed my senses when he leaned in and did up my seatbelt. Who did that? His neck was inches from my nose, and I got a waft of him and his aftershave, a heady mix of sandalwood and spice. I closed my eyes and clenched my thighs. Maybe this was a mistake? He closed the door, and it automatically locked.
