The swag manufacturer was happy to see us when we arrived.
"These look great!" I complimented him as Willow and I inspected the proofs of the pens, T-shirts, bags, notebooks, and keychains I'd designed.
"Are you going to be able to have sixty thousand of each of these items done in time?" Willow asked.
"We have guys assigned to third shift to get all of this out for you," the owner assured us. "And we'll have it delivered to the conference center in New York City."
"We really appreciate your hard work," I told him.
"Absolutely! We'd like to have more of the Svenssons' business," the owner said. "I was talking to my pap, Marty. He said it was starting to feel like the old days a little. He worked at one of the Harrogate manufacturing plants making train parts. It's nice to have local customers. You know, we need a conference center here in Harrogate."
"I believe they're working on it," I replied.
50
Mace
"When I get my conference center," Archer said, flopping on the couch in my office, "you guys won't have to go to New York City. PharmaTech could sponsor. We'd throw great parties, and I'll have a ton of hotels to house everyone. It would be sweet."
"As long as Hunter doesn't fuck it up with Meghan again," I grumbled.
"Still haven't found a spot for the factory?" Archer asked.
"Of course not."
"Josie's back and ready for you to record," Adrian said, coming into the office. Anke walked by and made a kissy face at him. Archer and I laughed as Adrian blushed.
"Make me proud!" Archer called as I grabbed my notes and went downstairs to the soundproofed recording studio. Josie made me stand up, and she mouthed along with my words as I spoke, silently coaxing me to emote.
"Is it usable?" I asked as she played the recording.
"You didn't have that many ums," she said as we listened. "The sound engineer will edit it and put it in the video."
"Are we good otherwise?"
"I think so. The conference is in a few days. I had hotel rooms for us booked a day early so we could set up and familiarize with the venue."
I cupped her face. "Thank you so much for your work and expertise. We seriously could not have pulled this off without you."
She laughed. "The last thing I need to do is triage my outfits and do some laundry. Working eighteen-hour days has not been kind to my shirts. This is lasagna," she said, pointing to a stain. "And this is chocolate. And this is you. You got your candy floss all over my shirt."
"You can't walk around the conference with that all over your shirt," I said. She kissed me spontaneously, and I could feel her hard nipples through the fabric.
"You know, this place is soundproofed," I whispered, locking the door. I unbuttoned her shirt, sucking at her nipples through her bra.
"I think we should get you some new clothes," I told her, sliding my hand under her skirt to stroke her through the already wet panties, making her moan. "At the very least some new panties."
I hitched her skirt up, still stroking her as I rolled on a condom. I didn't bother taking down her panties, just moved them to the side and pushed into her. Her little whimpering moans in my ear were driving me wild, and she was shuddering and coming in my arms after a few minutes.
"Better than parking lot sex?" I asked her, making her laugh.
After checking to make sure the coast was clear, I followed Josie out of the recording studio.
"Honestly though," I told her, "you can get some new clothes."
"I don't know," she said uncertainly as we headed back to my office. But Anke was in there when we walked in. Suddenly I had no desire to sit in my office.
"You know what," I said to Josie, steering her away. "Let's go shopping."
