“It was nice talking with you too, Cassie. See you later.”
I headed for my office, hoping to see Travis and Patrick soon.
12
Patrick
It was late after hours and it was dark in the office. I had just finished the document I’d be
en working on for the whole day now, and I needed to stretch badly. I’d been feeling stiff for hours. I still didn’t finish everything I had to today, so I wrote a note for myself to continue working on the file tomorrow. This project had been challenging, and it caused more stress for me than it should have.
I stood and stretched. I was finally able to shift my focus from work to some more pleasant things, and I immediately remembered the way Cassie looked when we fucked her this morning.
Like I’d pressed some switch, my cock grew hard, and I repositioned it in my pants.
She was so beautiful with her hair falling all around her shoulders as she rode me on her desk, and she made me hard to the point of exploding. It was unbelievable how good she actually felt on my dick, and just like the previous time, I still needed more.
I went out of my office and decided to see if Travis was still around. I walked through the dark floor, completely empty because everyone had left.
Recently, Travis and I had been working on some important deals for the company, so we had to stay until late almost every night. It had been pretty hectic, and it started to wear me down a little. I loved my work and I tended to work hard, but it upset me when I couldn’t find a solution easily.
I knocked on Travis’s door.
“Come in.” I heard him say and I entered.
He was sitting at his desk without his jacket as he moved his fingers through his hair restlessly. He looked tired and worried as he stared at his computer screen.
“Hey, man. Are you alive?”
“Barely.”
I took a seat on the chair across from him. “What’s going on?”
“I’m working on the big contract for WellMaxPro company. Grant asked me for it yesterday, but I’m still struggling with it. I’m worried I won’t be able to finish it in the way that would benefit our company completely.”
“What do you mean?”
He moved his hand through his hair again and exhaled. “We might not be able to get all the things we need for the company. The client we’re negotiating with has some requests that prevent us from maximizing our profit. I need to make sure the deal benefits us—not them.”
“You think they would try to dispute some clauses?”
“Definitely.”
“Shit. That means only more stress.”
He sighed. “Tell me about it. I’m going crazy about it this whole day. I was on the phone all the time, talking with their assistant about their side of the bargain, and I hoped I would be able to make them change their mind a little about their conditions, but it was useless.”
“This deal is extremely important. We have to meet with Grant and discuss the numbers. If they are so stuck on their figures, we need to see if Grant has some backup plan.”
“Unless he decides to compromise.”
“If WellMaxPro agrees to it.”
“Well, we’ve worked with them in the past and they proved to be our good client.”
“Still, this deal is becoming more stressful than we originally thought. I’m still banging my head around it. I have to see if I could solve something tomorrow.”
“Yeah. I feel you.” He typed several things on the keyboard, frowning at his screen. “If it hadn’t been for Cassie, I don’t know how I would relieve myself from this stress.”