Her weekend was shit. Too many possibilities were fluttering around in her mind. Huffing she sat on her chair pulling up her account on the computer when she felt a shadow hover over her. She looked up to see Vickers' smiling face.
"You know Freeman, I have all these copies I have to make. Why don't you be a doll and make me six of each."
"I'll do them when I'm done with this." flippantly she turned to look at him.
Leaning down close to her ear, he whispered, "You forget who's in charge here. Do you want me to make this week difficult? No more sass or it's your ass." he dropped the papers on her desk then walked away.
Cursing him the whole way, she hurried to make his copies then slammed them on his desk with flair.
"Freeman, you want to try that again?" seriousness laced his voice moistening her core.
Grinding her teeth and closing her eyes to count to ten, she calmly collected the papers and handed them to him. His hand closed over hers lingering for a beat too long. Slipping her hand out of his grip she left his office before she could hurt him.
Alexis spent the whole day doing everything he ordered and now she would be dreading every task from Vickers. He would walk by her desk just to look at her sometimes, teasing her into thinking he was going to ask more of her. She knew that he was gonna be a dick about it but she didn't think he would take it so seriously.
She could feel eyes on her, "Look Vickers I real-"
"Vickers?" Andre's confused voice carried over to her.
"Oh sorry Dre, I've been really stressed about a case and the mock trial we have coming up." relieved she finally got to relax a little.
"Would you like some help? I know you're a great lawyer and you can definitely hold your own but honestly I just want to spend some time with you." Alexis was surprised. This was the first time Andre has ever outright shown that he was interested in her.
"Is that right?" giving him a seductive smile, she rested her chin on her hand canting her head to the left.
"Alexis, girl, you just-"
He was interrupted by Vickers, "Freeman, we have to discuss the case."
Holding in her sound of disapproval, "Fine." then she turned to Andre, "I'll talk to you later?"
"Of course gorgeous, I'll always have time for you."
When they made it to one of the empty rooms he shut the door behind her trapping her with his long arms, "I know you're hot for Andre from accounting, but did you remember you're mine for a week?"
"You don't own me Vickers and you sure as hell don't regulate who I hang out with." poking him in his chest she was feeling defiant.
"And you said you were a woman of her word, was that a lie? When we're done then you can fuck him sideways but for now, you're mine." he held her chin between his fingers forcing her to look into his eyes.
Licking her lips at his show of force, "All right Vickers, I'm sorry jeeze."
That seemed to satisfy him until he placed his big hand on her hip pulling her closer to him, "When you get home, I want you to pack some clothes. You'll be staying with me for the remainder of our time. Pack something nice because I'm taking you out." pulling away from her he opened the door.
In a haze, she walked to her desk wondering why she was feeling hot and flustered. The rest of the day she was off kilter with her encounter with Vickers. She never reacted to him this way but he also has never been this close to her before or touched her like he did. They usually had little arguments back and forth which left them both kind of annoyed but it was essentially harmless.
Now, with him being, for lack of a better word, aggressive, her panties stayed wet. Her pussy was throbbing. She needed release, right-fucking-now type of throbbing.
A ping on her computer signaled she had a message.
*Don't forget to pack bags*
Vickers needed to be careful because tech could see all interactions. She sent a quick message of confirmation before snatching up her things walking furiously to the elevator. She knew she fucked up when she made this bet. A good dare was her weakness, Vickers knew that.
At home she went up stairs grumbling, throwing things in her bag. Alexis packed her makeup wondering if she should go for a full beat or should she just half step. Laughing at herself she knew she was going for the full beat since she didn't really get the chance to go all out on a regular basis. She had a trick up her sleeve that made her give a mischievous smile in the mirror. Alexis walked out her house to see Vickers' Charger parked out front.
Looking from side to side, she was praying none of her neighbors noticed him outside in front of her place.
"Vickers. What the fuck are you doing at my house? How the hell do you know where I live!" she whispered loudly.
"I followed you." he said it like it was the most normal thing to do.
She hustled to him, "You followed me? What the hell?" Alexis said confused.
Softly he took the bags from her hand to place them in his opened trunk. "Get in."
Giving him the finger to his back, Alexis got into the car after she locked up.
The entire ride she prayed for her life because he drove like a maniac. She pressed the invisible break, holding on to the oh-shit-bar as he zig zagged through traffic.
"Uh uh you can't drive like this all the time, you're gonna give me a heart attack." Alexis grabbed her chest as they pulled up to a nice house.
"I'm a great driver, unlike you driving Miss Daisy."
"And how many tickets do you have on your record fast and furious? Because I have zero." she unbuckled her belt stumbling out the car to thank the lord she was on solid ground.
"Drama queen." Vickers grabbed the bags out the trunk, "Why did you pack so much? It's just a week, you're not moving in."
"Kiss my ass Vickers, all this takes upkeep." she motioned to the entirety of her short but curvy body.
She didn't know how much her ass has been on his mind this whole day, "Get your high maintenance ass in the house." he walked around her, opening the door.
"Your room is upstairs second door on the right. Here." he was handing her her bags.
"What happened to you carrying my bags?"
