Blair looked around her new office and grinned widely.
She did it. She made VP of Sales.
The last quarter had been grueling, absolutely grueling. She and three other managers in the New York office had all been in the running, but everyone knew the real race for the promotion was between her and Ryan. They were the top performers for their division for the last two years, always coming in first and second. The positions flip flopped; sometimes she was first, sometimes she was second. But this time, when it mattered most, she had come out on top.
The promotion, and the big office, was hers.
The decorator had already been by. Blair approved of the contemporary desk by the big windows, and the sleek seating area next to the doors. While her own apartment was ultra feminine, here she preferred a more modern touch, believing that clients, particularly the men, responded better to it. Direct and forthcoming had always been her trademark, and she believed that had helped her secure the promotion. Therefore, she opted for furniture that was straightforward, not fussy.
She'd leave the feminine touches to her wardrobe.
Though it was late, she took a few minutes to admire her new view. Floor to ceiling windows made up the entire exterior wall, and she just loved all of the sparkling lights. From here, she felt like the entire city was before her, ready and waiting for her to conquer it one by one.
"This office should be mine."
Blair turned at voice, a smirk sliding onto her lips. She tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder, then eyed her former competition. "And yet, my name is on the door."
"The partners made a mistake." Ryan was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, but the nasty twist of his lips didn't help his charming good looks any.
"Don't pout, Ryan," she cooed. "It's so very unattractive."
The scowl he now wore meant he didn't heed her advice. Pity. "Everyone knows I'm the best. I should have been promoted, not you. Who did you sleep with, anyway?"
She inhaled sharply at the dig, but kept her face placid. "No one. I don't have to resort to such things because I have talent. Face it, Ryan, I got the promotion because I'm better at bringing in business than you. Clearly, your performance is lacking." She gave him a dismissive look, then turned and started to walk towards the desk to pick up her purse.
In a blink of an eye, she was pinned against the front of it. The edge dug into the front of her hips, and Ryan's big body was pressed against her ass. His hands gripped hers, pinning them against the glass top, and shock rolled through her.
"What the hell are you doing?" she hissed, then felt his teeth bite her shoulder right where it met her neck.
"Shh," he said, his mouth lifting to press a kiss against the stinging skin. "I closed the door, and I think the office is empty. But I can't say for certain."
"Let me go," she demanded, pulling her arms towards herself. He only tightened his grip against her wrists, and pressed more fully against her.
"No. I want to show you just how good my performance is." Moving faster than she could track, he released her, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her over to the seating area.
"What are you --?" she yelled, or tried to. But before she could get enough air in to scream, his mouth came down on hers in a blistering hot kiss. She tried to resist, but he was insistent and patient, both qualities she had noticed in his work. It just figured that those would be qualities he would use elsewhere.
He nibbled her lips, and when her mouth opened just enough, he slid his tongue inside, teasing hers into responding. He tasted like coffee and smelled like expensive cologne. And despite her feelings about him, about this, it had been a damn long time since someone had kissed her like this. Her body softened, and a tingling spread from her mouth down her neck and into her body.
He was waiting for that moment, it seemed, because one second he had been kissing the hell out of her, and the next, the world was turning upside down. No, wait, she was turning upside down. Ryan flipped her around so that she was kneeling on the seat of one of her armchairs, then bent her over the back of the chair, face down. Then, before the confusion cleared, he had grabbed her arms and was tying them behind her back. She twisted her wrists. The silky material gave a little, but not enough to free her. His tie, she realized. He had tied her up with his tie.
She struggled to upright herself, but he shifted her far enough over that her center of gravity shifted. Her feet could touch the seat, but she was too far over to do anything other than push herself into falling on the floor. Since she was head down, this was not a good choice.
In a heartbeat, it became very clear that the only thing keeping her from falling on her head was his grip on her thighs. Thighs that he, oh God, nudged open. Then he straddled her body, facing the chair, his hips pinning her in place and helping support her weight.
"You have a nice ass," he said, sliding one hand along a cheek. "I didn't realize it till just now. Most of the time, I'm too distracted by your tits, which are, let's face it, spectacular. But I'm noticing now. Let's see it better." Her dress had already slid up to indecent levels, but he wiggled and pulled on the skirt until it slid down around her waist. "There we go. What a view. I love these lace panties."
"What the fuck, Ryan?" she wheezed. He gave her butt a light smack, then breathed on the spot.
"Don't worry," he said, pressing kisses along the scalloped edge. Since they cut up high, exposing her cheeks at the bottom, his mouth got very personal very quickly, and she tried not to squirm. Or like it. "I'll make sure you're well taken care of. Good job performance and all of that."
