“I guess we should talk about the festivities,” I said, a little breathless after he released me.
He gestured wordlessly to the chair opposite his desk. But instead of sitting across from me, he sat on the edge of the desk.
“Trying to get a good view down my blouse?” I joked, shifting in my seat.
“Maybe,” he said, his deep voice rolling around the room.
I shivered slightly.
“Cold?”
“Hot.”
“Am I making you nervous?”
“You're making me horny,” I muttered.
Owen's smirk widened. He leaned over to kiss me, his hand drifting down to cup my breasts. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse, and his hand pushed inside my bra, his touch making the nipple erect. I moaned softly as his hand drifted down. I widened my legs slightly.
“This pencil skirt is a little tight,” I said, whimpering slightly and straining against him.
He leaned back, looking slightly smug at the expression on my face.
“What the—”
“You can't open your present before Christmas.”
“You're not going to make me wait until Christmas?” I said, aghast. “I think I'll combust.”
“It's winter,” he said. “I think you'll be fine.”
He wanted to play hard to get? Fine.
“I guess we should go over my plans for your Christmas festivities to help increase your company's ranking,” I told him, buttoning up my blouse. “Can I plug my laptop in somewhere so you can see my screen?”
Owen's eyes narrowed slightly.
“What?” I said in pretend innocence. “I came here to have a professional meeting. I don't know what you were thinking was going to happen.”
“Give me the laptop,” he said, voice gravelly. He pressed some buttons, and then what was on my screen magically appeared on the large TV mounted on the wall.
“Magic!” I patted his very firm buttocks. “You're not just a pretty face after all.”
I gestured to the screen. “So here's the rankings. Your company pays the best and was voted as highly cutting-edge and pretty well organized. But oh look, you got a frowny face for being cool and unapproachable and not having a fun workplace culture.”
“Such a racket,” Owen complained.
“This is a good place to be. You have a nice cake with good crumb integrity and flavorful fillings. You just need a little frosting. Fortunately for you, I love decorating and throwing parties. So here's what we're going to do. We're not just having a holiday party. It's going to be a full-blown winter festival.”
“I don’t—”
“Shhh. Trust Holly. We're going to have all your employees showcase what they've been working on all year. Invite theTechBizselection committee, and boom, one-stop shop to show how awesome you are. Time it just when they send out all those surveys to the employees,” I said, gesturing with excitement. “Also, because people think you're a sociopathic grinch, we'll have an event that makes you seem personable, warm, and caring.”
“I'm not warm.”
“You aren't,” I agreed, “though sometimes you make me really hot.”
There was that slight smirk again.
