The choking sound Alyssa Crawford makes when she’s deep throating my cock or envisioning Viola Fisher on her knees in front of me.
If I had to guess, I’d say it’s the latter.
After lunch, I silence my phone and hustle until four p.m. when Alyssa prances her little ass into my office.
“What do you want?” I ask.
She sways her hips and takes a seat on the edge of my cluttered desk. “I came to see if you wanted to have dinner tonight. We could write it off as a work expense.” She grins, twirling a black credit card in her fingers.
“I’m under the gun. Blake has doubled my workload,” I say without looking back up at her.
“Oh, come on, baby. You can take a little break.” Her baby voice makes my ears bleed. “You can’t be all work and no play.”
“I can’t, Alyssa,” I say, firmly. “Not all of us work CEO’s daughter’s hours. I’ll be here all night.”
She sticks her lower lip out, not pleased with my harsh response. “Well…” She swings her body off the top and rounds my desk, grabbing the arm of my chair and swinging it toward her. “Let me help make the longer hours a little more bearable then.”
Before I have time to argue, she’s on her knees, unzipping my slacks and palming my cock. I’m at a loss for words the moment she runs her tongue up my shaft.
“Alyssa…” I say, trying to control myself, but it’s a lost cause. The girl may be a complete airhead in the office, but her true talents don’t go unnoticed.
I swing my chair back toward my desk, needing to make sure she’s out of sight in case anyone barges into my office again.
“I love hearing you say my name…” she purrs, looking up at me. The look in her eyes tells me everything I already know. She thinks she has me wrapped around her little finger, and the more I give in, the more control I hand her. However, it’s too late to do anything about it now. Piss her off and I may as well piss away my career. “Sounds so much better on your lips than that bitch Viola’s.”
She wraps her lips around my cock and takes it all in her mouth, making me lose the words I was about to throw back at her. Mentioning Viola at a time like this only makes it worse. Now, I’m picturing her tits bouncing in front of me and the wetness of her lips.
“Shit,” I curse, unable to hold back.
She moans as she swallows and licks the corner of her mouth. “Mmm…” She crawls between my legs and adjusts her arms over my lap. “Now hopefully you won’t be so tense.” She puckers her lips out, begging for me to give her a kiss of approval.
“Alyssa,” I growl, tucking myself back into my slacks and zipping up. “I need to get back to work.”
She finally takes the hint and escorts herself out of my office, and I immediately drown myself back into my files. I work through dinner. Even though I’m starving and tempted to ask Viola to bring me something, I can’t take another distraction.
Just after eight p.m., I check my phone and see Viola’s sent me a message. I half expect her to ask if I’m coming home tonight or some smart-ass comment about being out with another chick, but I’m completely at a loss the moment I read her message:
Viola
You disgust me, Travis.
It’s attached with a picture of a dozen or so photos sprawled out. It’s hard to make out exactly what they are, but I recognize Alyssa’s long blond hair, and then when I take a closer look, I see that she’s naked in them.What the hell did she do now?
I don’t have time to explain or to even hunt Alyssa down and ask her what the hell she was thinking, so I do the only thing I’m good at.
Travis
Stop being such a prude, Princess. I remember a certain someone also posing naked in front of me.
I send before packing my shit up and heading out of my office. Today can kiss my ass. Blake is trying to wear me down, but I can’t let him.
When I get back to the house, all the lights are off, which can only mean Viola’s in bed already. No way she’d be out actually having a life or anything.
It’s completely silent and pitch black when I walk in. Not even a reflection of the TV is glowing, so I flip the hall light on and walk to the kitchen to flip a few more lights on.
“Viola?” I call out, but she doesn’t answer. I walk down the hall and see Drew’s room completely empty. I check my room, the living room, and bathroom. When I walk back to the kitchen, I notice the same photos from her message on the table.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, grabbing the pictures and analyzing them for myself. “What the hell is wrong with this chick?” I shake my head at the ones she printed out from the cameras. This is a whole new level of crazy I hadn’t anticipated.