Erin listened as Cade snapped at another employee. His temper was definitely not of the best lately, but usually it was
her
on the receiving line of his bad moods.
He had not confronted her with the Christmas-picture yet, so hopefully he hadn't figured out who had pulled the prank on him. Still he was as sour as ever and even a couple of days had not managed to cool down his temper.
She heard him curse again in a very inventive vocabulary. She would never have thought he had it in him, but that only showed how little one really knew about other people. Erin chuckled. In fact, she did prefer this grumpy fellow to the iceberg any time of day. At least these days he did show
some
feelings and she had not heard him use that upper-class and haughty tone at all lately. No, he was definitely improving, she thought.
So who was the latest victim. Oh, Sam, of course, he was one of the few that tolerated the boss's bad mood swings. The others had the good sense to stay away from him altogether. Still, he was quite entertaining once you saw the humour in it, she thought.
She entered the office. Cade was still working on his tirade, while Sam was sitting calmly in a chair, just smiling.
"Look, Cade," Sam intervened as soon as Cade stopped to take a short breath in his tirade. "Why don't you go for a long walk and work off that temper of yours? Right now you're not thinking too clearly."
"Oh, I'm not to sure a walk will help at the present stage," Erin intervened laughingly. "I would rather suggest a small trip to the nearest whorehouse for some oiling and service, or perhaps a cold bath. There's nothing better for solving that problem of your sexual frustrations, boss."
As soon as the sentence was finished she looked into Cade's face, and the strange look on his face made her freeze on the spot. Oops, maybe she shouldn't have said that. He was probably still angry, she thought, and prepared herself for a hasty retreat. Maybe he
had
discovered who was responsible for his new fame among the female staff. Instead, he seemed to calm down and got an even stranger look in his face. He was actually smiling. This didn't bode well at all.
"That sounds like a good idea, wouldn't you agree, Sam?"
Sam looked at them both in complete ignorance. "Huh?" was all he managed to say.
"Sam, why don't you take Mrs. Anderson for an extended lunch?" Sam finally seemed to grasp a hold of reality, and his smile broke out as if he finally understood what was going on.
"My pleasure," Sam answered while exiting the room. Erin suddenly got a premonition of something not being entirely right. Their grumpy and ill-tempered boss was smiling just like a cat when getting sight of a juicy meal. That was definitely a bad sign, she thought, and started retreating as casually as she could.
"In that case I'm also heading for lunch," she said and walked quickly toward the door. But just before she could reach it, the door closed right in front of her. Confused, she glanced up to see a large hand was holding it closed and a warm body was felt against her backside. He moved closer and she could feel his warm breath down her neck. She shivered while trying to grab a hold of herself.
"What, I'm not allowed to have lunch either?" she asked with more calm than she felt.
"Oh, don't worry, you will have lunch, but not the way you thought," Cade answered calmly with a voice several octaves below his usual yelling. This voice was deep and dangerously seductive and much too close to her ear.
"I suggest you open the door right now," she started a little angrier now as she tried to conceal her worry with anger. "Otherwise I might charge you with sexual harassment."
His answer was quick and not to her liking as his other hand came forward and before she could prevent it he turned the lock in the door and rested his hand on the other side of her head -- crowding her in.
"Now," he said calmly. "Finally we can have a small conversation about some pictures floating around."
She turned around and pretended a calmness she didn't feel, and asked, "what pictures?"
"Don't play the ignorant with me," he answered. "I know you were responsible. Only, I want the names of your associates as well." She didn't respond. "No? Are you protecting them? That's fine with me. Then I'll just stick to punishing you. You can have their share as well."
"What?" she gasped. "You do know that hitting you employees is against the law? I also think that Warren would be very interested to know what sort of creep he's partnering with and how that creep treats his employees."
"Forget Warren. This is about me being sniggered at every time I walk out of my office. Someone has made copies of that damn poster and distributed it. I even found one on my desk. So perhaps you would care to tell me who the culprit is?"
She just stared at him, still refusing to answer.
"Keeping quiet, are you? I'll take that as a sure sign that I've found the one responsible. But the silence won't last long," he said silkily. "I have figured out a way to punish you and relieve my own suffering at the same time," he said while moving his hand from the arch of her neck and continued downwards in a leisurely movement.
All the way her skin tingled by the touch. He moved his hand across her nipples, and she could feel the tips contracting instantly. She let out a reluctant but inevitable gasp and looked at him, trying to grasp what he was up to but still too dazed to understand completely.
Then he suddenly ripped open her blouse. She jerked backwards in surprise and bumped into the door behind her. She gripped her blouse and tried to close it again. She had wanted to seduce the man, but on her own terms. Not to be the recipient of this wildly dominant maleness - although the beginning moistness in her panties tried to tell her otherwise. She moved sideways and tried to put more space between them.
"No, don't hide," he said, and stalked her.
She collided with something hard, the desk she thought, and turned around to watch her step. Then he pounced on her again. His arms snuggled around her, cupping both her breasts. She could feel a hard chest against her back, and she realised how much larger than her he actually was. He bent his head and starting kissing her neck slowly and thoroughly.
The sensation surprised her. Her skin caught fire at the same time his lips met her warm skin and she felt lightning spreading through her body at an instant. She bent her head to the side, giving him easier access to her throat as he dropped kisses all along her warm skin. She felt a tingling sensation starting in her cunt and the feeling increased as he reached around her and started playing with her nipples, making them tighten to his every caress. She moaned and thrust her breasts into his hands as she moved her back against his front. She felt something hard pushing into her backside and realising it was his cock hardening to join in on the fun.
Finally she would have him, she thought. She had longed for this for so long now and her entire body trembled with expectations. Never had she wanted a man this much before.
He cupped her breasts again before bending to kiss the other side of her neck. He was sucking her skin so hard into his mouth that she was sure he would leave a mark there come morning. She didn't care. In fact, the thought of him marking her made her moisten even more than before and she reached behind her to touch every part of his body she could reach. She wanted to pleasure him as much as he pleasured her. He held her tight to him and she could not reach his cock even as much as she wanted to.
"I want to touch you," she groaned. He released her only so much that her hands could sneak between their bodies and she found his hard shaft straining against his pants. She roamed her hands along the ridge and tried to tighten her hands around him. He groaned into her ear as she continued to caress his swollen member.
"Enough," he growled as he turned her around and lifted her onto the desk in one fluid motion. She felt feather light and welcomed the feeling of being mastered by this strong man. She had always been the strong one in every relationship she had been involved in. To feel small and let him cater for her was a new experience which made her shiver in excitement.
He took her mouth in a hard kiss again and she answered him fully. He stroked his tongue along her lips as if he tried to dry her of all her willpower and surrender to his rule. But she would not give in easily, she vowed and started to rip at his clothes. His shirt buttons went flying as she ripped open his shirt and she could hear some of them hitting the floor as she moved her fingers over his warm and hard muscled skin. He was just as tempting as she remembered him and she relished the thought of roaming her hands and her mouth all over his body.
