“I can’t let you just sleep in the office, Olivia. It’s bad form.”
“Bad form?” I repeat. Then it hits me like a full-blown sucker punch in the tits. Of course, he’s helping me out. It would make him look like a total dick if anyone found out he fired a homeless girl who he found sleeping in his office instead of on the streets. My chin raises to the ceiling and I suddenly feel very stupid.
He’s helping me out to save face. And to get laid in the process.
“I see.” I say. “Well, I appreciate your hospitality.”
“It’s my pleasure.” He says, and the elevator dings. His thick arm blocks the doors from closing. “After you.”
I nod and step out into the fancy hallway. I’m certain that just one of the sconce’s on the walls cost more thaneverything I’m currently carrying in my bag. I feel wildly out of place, but I can’t pretend that it isn’t amazing to be here.
Mr. Ford punches a code into the keypad, and after a series of beeps, the door unlocks. Again, he holds the door for me and I take a step into the dark room. Right behind me, he taps a panel in the wall and the entire place erupts in soft, dim lighting.
“Holy shit.” I whisper. This place is bigger than any place I’ve ever seen in my life. The entire space is monochromatic in shades of grey, white, and beige. Contemporary and stunning, it’s equipped with modern appliances and soft, plush sofas in his slightly sunken living room.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” He says and clicks a remote lying on the console table. The entire far wall buzzes and spreads open like theatre curtains. In front of me, is the most beautiful view of the Manhattan skyline that I’ve ever seen.
Mesmerized, I’m like a zombie staggering toward the floor to ceiling windows. “This is unreal.” I say, thinking of how much money it would actually take to acquire living in a place like this. I can barely scrape by a deposit for an eight hundred dollar a month room in a three bedroom apartment in far out Queens.
“You like it?” He says.
“Are you kidding me?” I gaze out the window, suddenly feeling out of place in my skimpy pajamas and his oversized sport coat. “It’s perfect.”
“Good, because for the next twenty-four hours, it’s all yours.” He saddles up behind me and I feel his hot breath on my neck. “And you’re all mine.”
4
Mr. Ford
Olivia turns around toward me.The look on her face is priceless. She’s nearly in tears. “What do I have to do for it?” She says, the skepticism clouding her eyes.
As much as I want to pull her to me, press my hardness up against her and taste every inch of her pretty little mouth, I know that might scare her off. Hell my desire for her is scaring me. I’ve never felt this way in my entire life, especially not at first glance. My cock hasn’t had a break since the second I saw her. The ache is driving me insane.
No. She’s not ready for me. She’s not ready for what I want to do to her.
“Nothing tonight.” I say through gritted teeth. “Just get some sleep and be prepared first thing in the morning.” She opens her mouth to speak, then thinks better of it. If I’m not mistaken a look of disappointment crosses her face.
“Okay, Mr. Ford.” She says and licks her full, luscious lips. I nod and start to move toward the front door. “Oh, wait!” Her voice stops me. I can imagine the hum of her throat with those lips of hers wrapped around my cock. “Where will you be sleeping?”
“Across the hall, it’s my second unit. I’m planning on converting the entire floor into one big home. I’ll be in there if you need me. If you need…” My eyes shoot up and down her full, sexy frame. Those tits of hers pool out of the top of her tank just enough, nipples stiffened through the soft fabric. That combined with the fact that she’s still wearing my suit jacket, it’s enough to make me come in my pants right now.
“If I need what?” She asks, stretching the top of her foot on the hard wood floor. Is she teasing me?
“If you need anything, Olivia, anything at all, you ask me and no one else. Do you understand? I’m your only boss. Say it.”
“You’re my only boss.”
“That’s right.” My entire body clenches thinking of how good she’ll feel underneath me. How sweet her pretty pink pussy tastes. “Now get some sleep. I’m going to work you hard tomorrow.” She takes a short intake of breath through her nose, her eyes growing wide. I’d better get the fuck out of here before I rip those skimpy pajamas right the hell off of her.
“Goodnight.” I say, and head out the door.
My head is spinning. What the hell am I even doing? Bringing this woman back to my apartment with every intention of possessing her. In theory, I know I should’ve let her fend for herself, but the idea of her anywhere where anyone else would even look at her funny makes me want to beat someone to a bloody pulp. She’s so sweet and innocent. The kind of woman I’ve been looking for my entire life.
I can’t let her get away.
She knows firsthand the exact experiences that I went through as a child. Foster care. Abandonment. All of it a thing of the past until I saw her sleeping on my couch tonight. I have to take care of her and make her mine forever. I have to find a way.
I’ve barely made it through the front entry when I reach for my zipper. I press my back up against the door, reach into my pants, and grab my thick, pulsating shaft. Goddamn whatever she’s done to me has made me crazy. I stroke the length of myself up and down, thinking of how I’d like to bend her over the sofa and pull those sweet little sleeping shorts of hers to the side so I can see her tight little cunt. A groan escapes my mouth as my fist pumps up and down, pre-cum already spurting from the top of my cock.