Linda van de Regt has already checked the website in advance to see who and what she will be dealing with, good preparation is always important. The big boss is her interlocutor, she has understood, you don't often see that, the business owner himself involved in promotional activities, must have a special reason. Attractive man, judging by the photo, she is curious how he looks in real life, those pictures are usually somewhat enhanced.
She gets out of the taxi that took her from the train station to the congress building where she will meet Paul Smit.
Paul is waiting outside for his visitor and sees her get out of the cab. At least he hopes with all his heart that that is indeed Linda van de Regt, wow! Long, shapely legs, deep copper-colored curls, full bosom, totally his type. He has to call himself to order, she's here to discuss the promotional campaign for his new product line, nothing else. It will be hard to keep his attention to the matter on hand.
She walks up to him; she immediately recognizes him from the photo. The probably expensive tailored suit in a beautiful blue-grey color with a matching patterned shirt in muted tones fits like a glove and suits him very well.
Man, she thinks to her great pleasure, he looks even better in real life!
'Hello,' she says when she's near him, 'I'm Linda van de Regt, from Sky High Promotions, nice to meet you,' she holds out her hand.
He takes her hand in his, a spark immediately jumps over, they both feel it.
'Hi Linda, Paul Smit, nice to have you here.' He shows her a radiant smile.
Tamara, Paul Smit's personal assistant, arrives and sees it happen from a distance. She is quite upset about it, she herself has been deeply in love with her boss for a long time. With a grumpy look she walks over to Paul. 'I managed to arrange a meeting room in the south wing,' she says gruffly, 'you can walk with me.'
'Wait a minute Tamara,' says Paul, 'this is Tamara by the way, my PA, Tamara, this is Linda van de Regt from Sky High Promotions,' he introduces her to Linda, marveling at her sudden lack of professionalism, that is no way to approach business contacts.
'But honestly,' he continues, 'is it such a nice day, it might be more pleasant to find a place outside than one of those dusty conference rooms, what do you think?' he looks expectantly at Linda and demonstratively loosens his dark gray tie a little.
'It's fine by me,' Linda responds, 'it is indeed too nice to sit inside. And there's no wind, so the papers aren't going anywhere,' she says laughing.
'There's a terrace at the back, we can probably find a suitable spot there,' Paul suggests. Tamara, tall and slender, almost thin, now has a face like a thundercloud, but Paul ignores her.
He leads his guest into the front of the building and out at the back. The terrace indeed offers plenty of opportunities for consultation. They briefly go over the schedule for the afternoon, and then Tamara comes to bother them with questions of which he wonders about their importance, and it doesn't stop there, it's like she keeps coming up with new, non-urgent things to disturb them with. At some point he has had enough. Moreover, he notices that he has great difficulty concentrating on the campaign, he catches himself staring mesmerized at Linda, every time she looks the other way or sips her coffee. He notices a slight erection coming up, he hopes it stays that way, otherwise the table will soon start to rise, he thinks with amusement.
Linda also has trouble paying attention, everything about Paul seems to turn her on, his dark, deep voice, his sparkling, humorous almost-black eyes, the dark, soft curling hair, a little gray along the temples, his well-groomed mustache and ring beard, his sexy smile... If she doesn't restrain herself, she'll be soaking in her panties in a moment, she thinks a little worriedly, it'll probably show.
'Linda, what would you say if we packed up and moved somewhere where we wouldn't be disturbed all the time.' He looks at her with a challenging look. She laughs. She has caught him sneaking a few glances and thinks she knows where he wants to go, and that it's not just for consultation. And she doesn't object to that at all, she honestly finds him irresistible. She wants to go any place with him just to be in his company, she must admit to herself. She understands Tamara quite well in that respect.
'Okay,' she says, 'but don't you have to inform Tamara first?' she asks teasingly.
'Haha,' he responds, 'no way, and I will immediately put my phone on do not disturb mode. My hotel is near here, on walking distance, is that okay?' She nods and stands up.
Tamara is inside watching them, tensely fiddling with her straight, light brown ponytail. Ah, she thinks, good, they're done already, let's get rid of that woman, that red-haired witch. Then she sees Paul and Linda walk inside, and is about to follow them. Unfortunately, she herself is approached by one of the staff just at that moment, and before she knows it, she lost sight of her boss.
'I think our escape was successful,' chuckles Linda, who has seen Tamara being held up.
'Good,' says Paul, 'I don't know what's wrong with her today, I've never seen her so unprofessional.'
I know, Linda thinks, she's madly in love with you, and sees me as competition. Weird that he's not at all aware of that.
It is indeed only a short walk to the hotel. They go up in the elevator and when he arrives at his room, he gallantly holds the door open for her, she curiously steps inside. It's a suite, and an expensive one by the look of it. He closes the door and they look at each other.
'Do you want...' they both say at the same time, they burst out in laughter. Paul decides to take the plunge, grabs her by the waist and pulls her against him, she doesn't protest, but kisses him full on the mouth. She feels a tongue slip inside and involuntarily moans, the tension of the moment and the closeness of this incredibly sexy man enraptures her. Paul lowers his hands to her buttocks, nice and full and firm, he thinks, his erection is growing. Linda feels it too, his cock pressing through the fabric against her belly. Wow, she thinks, that's quite impressive.
Paul enjoys the sight of her face, so close. The copper-red curls, neatly pinned up, the sensuous mouth, the hypnotic green eyes with little brown spots, the cheerful freckles on either side of her cute nose.
Paul pulls reluctantly away from the particularly tantalizing French kiss, 'bed?' he asks in a hoarse voice.
'Yes please,' she replies immediately and pulls him to the king size bed in the alcove.
Linda defiantly stands in front of him and Paul starts to undress her with visible pleasure, he finds her clothes definitely exciting, under the neat apple green blouse, soft gray jacket and ditto skirt an unexpectedly sexy set of black lingerie and hold-up stockings appear.
The clothing ends up on the edge of the bed, and when she stands before him in her underwear, stockings and black high heeled pumps, he admires the enchanting image for a moment before continuing. Linda enjoys it all intensively.
He removes the hair clip from her curls, the hair falls like a wild bunch of entangled copper wire over her shoulders and back as far as her waist. The lace bra covers large, round, firm breasts, the silky sheen stockings accentuate the shapely long legs. Breathtaking, he thinks delightedly.
