Lucas felt frazzled as he walked down the hall towards the meeting room. He could feel Brooke bounding along behind him. He even imagined her almost skipping, like she was an excited student on the way to school; he wanted to turn around and look at her, just to gauge her mood and reaction, but he already knew that such a gesture would already be giving her too much. He needed to maintain his authority over her, and he could NOT let her realize how much she had already gotten into his head.
'She already knows, idiot,' said a voice inside his head. 'She made you cum twice before 11am...in your own office...pretty sure she knows she's on to something here.'
But Lucas ground his teeth down behind his lips and pushed those thoughts out of his head. He couldn't control what had already happened -- all he could do was do his best to act normally and pretend that nothing unusual had happened, or was happening. He knew that he'd have to be especially careful around Sophia, who was already snooping around, being overly suspicious. He would probably have to avoid making eye contact with her, at least for two long. She knew him better than anyone else did in the office, and she had...a way of teasing the truth out of him, no matter what defensive barriers he erected between them.
There was only about a minute left until the meeting started, and Lucas had reached the doorway. Right after opening the door, he realized that he probably needed to give Brooke one last, good, stern warning about behaving professionally in front of co-workers, and so he turned around to face her, his mouth open as the beginning syllables of his admonition tripped forward on his tongue. But they didn't get any further than that, because as soon as he had turned around, he found that his open lips had been swiftly met by Brooke's own. She had clearly been eying his mouth the whole time, planning her attack, and when he had turned around, she had pounced. Lucas struggled backward in surprise, his back hitting the side of the door frame, as Brooke stepped forward, keeping her lips fastened on his determinedly as she pressed herself up against him. Lucas felt the large volume of her warm breasts gathering forcefully against his lower chest, and the unexpected sensation of her lips against his had the effects of pumping blood back down into his cock.
"Bbbrrrkkk!!" he muffled into her lips. But she had already pulled away -- the whole kiss hadn't lasted longer than a second or two, but to Lucas it felt longer. Brooke's green eyes were glinting mischievously at him, and she licked her lips assertively, stepping forward confidently through the door he was holding, and into the meeting room before him. Lucas had not intended on having Brooke walk in before him, and he awkwardly followed her in, wiping his own lips to hopefully remove any trace of her lipstick.
"Ah Lucas, just in time!" said Dave, who was sitting at the head of the long boardroom table. One of the higher-ups, Dave actually wasn't more than a few years older than Lucas -- a medium-sized man at 5'8, with a balding head, Dave didn't look like anyone particularly important or impressive. But the way he looked at people, and the easy, effortless way he conducted himself, made everyone at Braden respect him and sit up a little straighter whenever he was in the room. Dave wasn't overbearing, but he had high expectations...expectations that he wasn't interested in negotiating.
"Just, bringing up the rear, this morning, haha!" laughed Lucas. A quick scan of the room showed that everyone else was already there, with their notes and papers spread out in front of them. Lucas sat on Dave's left at these meetings which, of course, put him directly across the table from Sophia. Her eyes narrowed at him as he sat down, and he returned her glance challengingly, but then looked away almost immediately as he indistinctly scanned down the rest of the table.
"And you must be Brooke," said Dave pleasantly, addressing her as Lucas sat down.
"Yes sir," she said, blushing a little as she stepped up a little closer to Dave.
"You've been helping out Lucas recently," said Dave, offering his hand to her (although he did not rise up out of his chair). "We appreciate that, Brooke. Thank you, and pleased to meet you."
"Pleased to meet you too!" she chirped.
Lucas was spreading out his own notes in front of him when he noticed that Dave had fixed him with a stare. Lucas looked up inquiringly.
"Well?" Dave asked simply, cracking a bit of a smile. "Aren't you gonna pull up a chair for your assistant, Lucas? Or is she just gonna stand there behind your chair?"
There was a low murmur of laughter from the rest of the meeting room, and Lucas felt the hot color rushing into his face. He wasn't even sure if he was completely soft yet, and now he had to stand up in front of everyone!?
"Oh don't worry sir, I'll make do," said Brooke quickly, putting her hand on the back of Lucas's chair.
"No, no, I'd like you to have somewhere to sit, alright?" said Dave, looking around. "Aha, Trent! There's an extra fold-up chair beside you. Would you be so kind as to...?"
"Sure!" replied Trent, standing up and grabbing the chair, unfolding it as he walked over. "What's up, Brooke -- doin' alright?"
"Just doing the best I can!" answered Brooke.
Lucas had to make a conscious effort not to roll his eyes, but even as he focused on not doing that, he noticed another feeling poking its head above the surface of his subconscious: was he...was he irritated at Trent? For talking to Brooke?! Obviously there wasn't anything going on there, but...well, just the casual way Trent had spoken to her...the easiness...maybe even...the effortless flirtation?? Lucas had no idea. He turned around to see Trent pulling up the chair slightly behind him, and making an exaggeratedly grand gesture to Brooke, indicating that she should sit down. She blinked her eyes a few times, smiling up at Trent as she took her seat. Lucas's stomach lurched as there was more chuckling laughter from around the room. What was going on there? Was anything going on!?
"Well alright then," said Dave, suddenly a bit louder, indicating that his short conversation had ended and the meeting had begun, "First order of business: the manycore microprocessors that James has been honing..."
Lucas heard Brooke begin earnestly scribbling down notes, and this time, he really did roll his eyes, careful to look down as he did so in order that no one else saw. Brooke may have been augmented and...accentuated...but there was still no question that she didn't really cut it as far as computer or software knowledge went. What on earth had he been thinking, tasking her with taking notes for him? What a waste of time.
'That's not why she's taking notes for you,' the voice inside his head countered. 'You know that. She's taking notes for you so you can pretend she's a normal secretary, even though the only reason she's your secretary is because you couldn't control yourself yesterday and you let the cat out of the bag and...well done. Just well done.'
Lucas's sarcastic self-censure was distracting, but as the meeting went on, he found himself conflictingly wanting to engage with Brooke. The way she was seated behind him, he could see her without pointedly turning around to face her. A couple times during the meeting, he had used the pretense of checking her notes as an excuse to turn around and take a good, healthy look at her chest, without being too obvious about it, of course. Each time, Lucas had noticed how Brooke, instead of giving him the sultry grin that he had come to expect in his office, simply smiled at him professionally, tilting her head slightly to answer this question or that question in a whisper about the notes. Lucas appreciated Brooke's more modest approach, since, of course, he wanted to keep their sexual forays a secret from the rest of the office, but he also couldn't help but wonder at Brooke's apparent ability to alter her behavior. He realized that he hadn't given her enough credit before -- at this point, he thought that she pretty much only had one speed (insufferably flirty secretary), and couldn't be expected to change much. This first meeting, however, was definitely challenging his opinion of her.
