Instantly, I turn it up to a level four and watch as her hands clutch on to the armrest of her chair.
I could do this all day, watch the pleasure on her face. But unfortunately, I don’t have that option. I have a meeting that I cannot get out of, but I'm not ready for this to be over. I watch as a few of the senior ad executives walk up the stairs toward the boardroom. They're all going to be waiting for me soon.
I hit the power button on the remote and put it in my pocket. I walk back over to my desk, hitting the intercom on my phone. It rings down to Sara, and I can hear the surprise in her voice when she answers it. "Yes, Mr. Tate?"
My voice is thick, and I grunt at her, "There's a marketing meeting. I would like for you to come and attend." I put emphasis on the word come. No one else will make anything of it, but I’m sure she will.
She's silent for two seconds before she asks me her question, and I can hear the hesitancy in her voice. "Do I need anything?"
"Just yourself," I answer, and I disconnect before I say something that I know I shouldn't be saying. No doubt the rest of the office is listening to our conversation. I go back to the window and watch as she gets up. She walks as if tiptoeing away from her desk and then she walks back to it, grabbing a pad of paper and a pen off the desk.
She clutches the pad to her chest, and I imagine she’s covering the erect nipples pressed against her blouse. She walks slowly up the stairs, and I walk out of my office and meet her at the top.
I want to reach out and put my hand at the small of her back and lead her back to my office instead of a boardroom full of other men and women. Embarrassingly enough, I’d only need five minutes alone with her, and I’d be burying my seed deep in her womb. She does that to me. I’m like a ticking time bomb where she’s concerned.
But I know I can’t do that. I put my hands behind my back and hold them there. "Thank you for joining us," I tell her.
She blushes prettily and blinks her long lashes at me. Right before we get to the door, I open it, and as she walks past me, she looks up at me, her eyes wide with innocence. "Anything for you, Mr. Tate."
My grip on the door tightens, and I stand there and watch as she walks into the room. Fuck, she’s asking for it.
If anybody is surprised to see her join in on the meeting, no one lets on. But it’s not like anyone is going to question what I do anyway.
She takes a seat at the opposite end of the room from where I'll be standing. She’s trying to look professional as if she didn’t just make an obscene promise to me. Anything for me... the sound of her saying those words keeps replaying in my head, and it goes straight to my dick. She doesn't have a clue who she's playing with, but I plan on showing her.
Chapter7
Sara
Isit in the back corner of the room and try to be as low-key as I can. Everyone is looking in the opposite direction. They're all looking at Mr. Tate, but it feels like Mr. Tate has eyes only for me. He's talking about the new contract that we have with a cell phone company. There's discussions of the target market for the phone and where the marketing dollars should be spent, and they briefly touch on ad copy and different campaigns they plan on running.
I take notes because I assume that's what I'm here for. I've never been asked to one of these meetings before, so I try I to soak it all in and learn something even though all I can do is think about Mr. Tate. I didn't have time to remove the vibrator. I cross my legs and try to be focused on the task at hand.
Mr. Tate is standing at the front of the room with his hands in his pockets. "What about you, Christopher? How do you think we should focus our ad campaign?" He's looking at Christopher, which is across the room from me, but all of a sudden I feel the vibrator tremor right against my clit. It feels like it went to the highest level it's been on, and my body convulses as it shakes against my already sensitive clit. I almost break the pen in my hand as I clench around it. My whole body is pulled tight, and I know I'm close to having an orgasm, but just as suddenly, the vibration stops, and Mr. Tate turns to look at me.
"What about you, Sara? I know this is your first time joining us, but do you have an opinion?"
I blink at him, feeling as if I'm coming out of a complete daze. I didn't even hear Christopher's answer. I say the first thing that comes into my head: “Sex.”
The laughter and snickers from my coworkers sound around the room, but Mr. Tate looks at me, and his jaw tightens. "Excuse me?"
Thankfully, he's turned off the sex toy, and I'm starting to come back to my senses. I shrug as if my outburst was not a big deal. I know my face is red and flushed, but I continue on as if I didn’t just scream sex to a crowded room. "As we all know, sex is what sells. What about this phone is different than others? This one has location software on it. It has listening software. That's one angle that we can take. A little friendly, romantic stalking."
There's a buzz around the room as everyone starts to talk at once. I see some of them nodding their head in approval and some others shaking their heads in displeasure. But the only one whose opinion matters to me is staring at me as if he is fighting a temptation. He pulls at the collar of his shirt as if to say it’s hot in here.
When Mr. Tate doesn’t say anything, everyone starts to quiet down, and they turn their attention to him. He’s staring at me with the most molten look he’s ever given me. It’s like I know what he’s thinking, and it has everything to do with the sex toy between my legs.
People start to look between Mr. Tate and me with curious expressions. He’s about to give it all away, so I blurt out the first thing I can think of. “What do you think, Mr. Tate? Bad idea? Maybe the wrong demographic.”
He seems to jerk out of the trance he was in and looks around the room. “It could be a good angle.” He looks at Christopher. “Do some research on it, please.”
Christopher nods and looks at me with a smile. He raises his pen in the air to get the boss’s attention. “Do you want Sara to work on this with me?”
Mr. Tate’s whole face tautens. He levels Christopher with an angry glare. “No, I don’t.”
Christopher seems taken aback but recovers quickly. “Sure, okay.”
The conversation continues as others call out ideas. For the rest of the meeting, I keep my head down and take notes. Thankfully, Mr. Tate doesn’t mess with the remote control in his pocket anymore.