I expect him to groan or roll his eyes or let go of me—or maybe even kick me out of his office. It’s clear that he only has one thing on his mind, and that’s what I have going on underneath my clothes. But to my surprise, his eyes light up, and his lips form a tiny smile.
“You’re a virgin,” he repeats.
“I know…it’s awful.” What am I saying? How is it awful? Why am I confessing this to him? It’s like Lance has disarmed me somehow, which only makes me hate him more. But at the same time…there’s another feeling deep inside me. A new feeling. One that scares me.
“Don’t be stupid,” he replies sharply. “You think a guy like me would be into sluts? You think I’m like Andy?”
“I-I don’t know,” I stammer. God, this is going sideways fast.
“The answer is no, Faith. You being a virgin is not a turn-off. It’s a turn-on.” I ask the question with my eyes: Really? He nods. “Yes, really. And I would take you right here and right now if I trusted you. But I still don’t.”
For some reason, that hurts me. I don’t want to be thought of as untrustworthy, even by him. Actually, especially by him.
“I promise you, Lance. I’m not here to fleece you. You can trust me.”
I search his eyes as he looks at me. I can almost see his mind moving as he thinks, but I am expecting him to shake his head and throw me out of his office, so what happens next shocks me.
“Fine,” he replies. “Then prove it to me.”
“How do I do that?”
“Come on a date with me,” he says. “And convince me that you’re not a sly, conniving, gold-digging whore here to charm my socks off and steal my money.”
Jesus! How can he talk like that to me?
“Lance—”
“But I’m warning you, Faith,” he says, eyes narrowing. “If you can’t convince me, you’ll be out of here. And I am a very, very good judge of people.”
I shouldn’t care what he thinks. He’s my boss, a jerk of a boss who just humiliated me in front of the entire office…
…but I do. For some reason I want to prove myself to him. Who does he think he is suggesting that I’m here to seduce him and steal his money? So I put both hands against his muscular chest and push him away from me, then put them on my hips and glare at him.
“Fine, Mr. Lance Frost. Let’s go out on a date.”
LANCE
IT FEELS strange leaving the office with a woman in my car. For as long as I’ve been CEO, it’s always just been my drive and me. But with Faith sitting beside me, things feel better than they should. Better than I should let them.
The chances that Faith is just a clout-chasing, gold-digging, thot who used her father’s connections to get to me are still quite high. In my experience, higher than ninety percent. That’s one of the main reasons I don’t go sticking it in every willing hole like Andy. But even though I know this, and even though it’s almost certainly the case, I can’t help but start picturing my life if she was in it.
Christ, what’s wrong with me?
I’m a loner. Always have been, always will be. It’s one of the reasons I managed to get to where I am. It’s a lot easier working 12+ hours a day when you don’t have any family or friends or commitments. I figured once I got to the top all of that would come. And it could have, if I settled for fake friends and fake women. But I didn’t, and that’s why I’m alone.
Faith sits beside me looking like a Christmas present ready to be unwrapped. My Rolls may have an incredibly smooth suspension, but every time we go over a bump, Faith’s tits bounce in a way that causes my cock to jerk and my libido to blaze inside me.
Fuck. I’m tripping all over myself for her. This is bad.
I have to stay objective. Focused. Figure out what her game is.
She has to have one.
Maybe when I find out how she’s bullshitting me, I can just lie to her so I can have her for a night. Just one night, and then send her packing so I don’t fall for her and wind up giving her half my shit. I wonder if that could be a possibility, but when I glance over at her and see her big, sparkling eyes, I realize it just wouldn’t be possible.
No. If I have her, it will have to be forever.
I can’t even imagine what that body would feel like beneath mine—what those tits would look like bouncing up and down while I pump my cock in and out of her virgin pussy.