"Wait!"
I start to chase after her but as I get to my office door, I realize that things are a little more…breezy than normal, and holy shit, I can’t go walking out into the main office area naked as the day I was born. I’d give Gweny a heart attack.
I throw my clothes on as quickly as I can, running my hands through my hair to try to straighten it, and then open up my office door. Gweny is giving me the death glare and I just give her a sheepish grin in return.
"It’s 11:13 am, sir." She never calls me sir, except when I’m in trouble. Whoops. "I tried knocking on the door earlier, but you were…occupied."
I give her a weak grin and all but dive back into my office, shutting the door behind me. The 11 o’clock appointment wasn’t really that important – just some more investors who wanted to give me more money, and since I already have more money than God, the excitement just isn’t there for me anymore.
But Brittney...
I lean up against the office door and remember what it’d felt like that first moment, when she’d wrapped her lips around my dick. Oh fuck, what a marvelous feeling.
Now there was something to focus on.
I pace around the office, thinking. What could I do? I can already tell that Brittney isn’t going to be impressed by my wealth – she didn’t seem to blink an eyelash at my opulent office. She isn’t going to be impressed by my title as Boy Wonder. I need to figure out what she wants. What makes Brittney Bartlett tick?
Finally, a challenge worth pursuing. I pick up my phone and call Gweny. Yeah, I’m a wimp, calling her when she’s only twenty steps away from me, but in here, she can’t send me death rays with her eyes.
"Yes, sir?" she answers.
"Quit calling me sir," I say, exasperated. "All I did was fuck a beautiful woman."
"Yes, sir," she says blandly.
I roll my eyes.
"Listen, I need you to gather up the research team. Emergency meeting at three this afternoon. The Stately Oak Room." God, whoever named our conference rooms really needs to be hauled outside and shot. I make a mental note to change them all tomorrow. No more Splashing Waterfalls – which just makes me want to go take a leak – or Crystal Rivers.
But that’s tomorrow. Today, I finally have a challenge.
"Yes, sir. And—" she says before I can hang up, "golfing. You should pick up golfing."
"Yeah, but there aren’t that many beautiful blondes who play golf," I say and hang up before she can give a witty reply.
Don’t worry, I’ll hear it later. For now though, she’s stymied. I grin in triumph.
Okay Brittney Bartlett, let’s see what you’ve got…
Kaden
I stand in front of my research team and take a deep breath. I know they all think that I’m here to ask them to research a new company acquisition or stock gamble, so I’m a little…hesitant to tell them the real reason they’re sitting around the Stately Oak conference table, laptops in front of them.
"Uhhhh…"
We’re off to a strong start.
"I’ve called this emergency meeting today so we can do some research," I finally spit out. Everyone just stares at me. I might as well have said, "I would like to make a critical announcement – you must breathe in order to live!"
Plunging on, I say, "Brittney Bartlett. We need to research her." Well, I at least got the words out. I mentally pat myself on the back.
"The investment analyst from Carter Jeffries?" Tom asks, looking confused.
"What?" I say reflexively.
"She’s an investment analyst over at Carter," Tom repeats, looking at me quizzically. He fears me enough – at least someone does around here, Gweny – not to ask the question on everyone’s mind: Why am I asking to research someone I know so little about?
All right, fine. Truth time.