Tate
I watched Magnolia slip out of the office and then one minute later Jane got up and followed her. Obviously, these two ladies had something to say that they didn’t want anyone to hear. My curiosity got the better of me.
“Jane!” I called out as she made her way to the main door. “Can you come to the office for a second, please?”
“Yes, sir,” she said in her sweet voice as she popped her head into my office. “Is there anything I can do for you?” Her brown eyes looked innocently into mine.
How wide would they go if I said, “Yes, come over here, drop to your knees, and unzip me”? I stifled a smile at the thought. I would bet a million dollars that not only would she not drop to her knees, but she’d most probably slap me as well. She had a fiery temper, and I wasn’t sure if it was because she was Latina or because I just rubbed her the wrong way. I didn’t really care why; I thought it was sexy as hell and often said things to her just to get a reaction.
“Jane, do you have the presentation ready for me and Jagger for tomorrow?” I asked her, keeping my voice serious. “We’re putting a lot of money into this marketing campaign. I see you’ve got us down for a TV ad, a national radio ad, newspaper ads, and postcard flyers.” I looked down at the report she’d handed me yesterday. “A million dollars in ad spend is a lot of money. I really want to see the graphics you’ve come up with.”
“We’re not spending a million dollars off the bat, Tate.” She walked into the office, her brows furrowed. “If you looked at the plan, we’re just starting with a local TV ad and some postcard mailings. It will set us back about fifty grand.” She stopped in front of my desk. “I do have everything pretty much ready if you’d like to see what I’ve come up with before tomorrow.”
“What I’d like is to see you naked,” I said under my breath.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
I noticed that she had misbuttoned her top. My fingers ached to reach up and unbutton her shirt and redo it for her, not because I cared that they were in the right holes but because I wanted to see her bra. Fuck, but she was sexy. She was wearing a deep red lipstick today and her pouty lips looked good enough to suck.
“I said tomorrow is fine, as long as you have everything ready. Jagger and I have invested a lot in this company and we’ve put a lot of trust in you and your ideas.”
“Yes, thank you, sir.”
“You’re only a recent college grad, so this is really a big opportunity. You don’t want to let us down.”
“Of course not, sir. I think I’d rather die than let you down.” She sounded so sincere, but I could tell from the look on her pretty little face that she was being sarcastic. I wondered how sarcastic she would be if I slipped my finger up her skirt.
“No need to be so dramatic, Jane.” I pretended to believe her. “If you let me down, you don’t have to die, you can just ride me.”
“Sorry, what did you say?” Her eyes narrowed. “Your voice drifted off after you said I don’t have to die?”
“Do you have a hearing problem, Jane?” I stood up suddenly and walked around the table so that I was standing next to her.
“No.” She looked up at me, her brown eyes wary.
Was she hoping for me to touch her just as badly as I wanted to touch her? I’d love to bend her forward over the desk and pull her skirt up.
“What are you doing, Tate?”
“Just a second ago I was sir, now I’m Tate.”
“Sorry, Mr. Howard. Is that better?” She blinked her innocent brown eyes, and she smiled sweetly. But I felt like I was being pricked all over by invisible daggers. I had a feeling that she knew that she was getting under my skin.
“What do you think?” I crossed my arms and stared at her. She was wearing a short black skirt and a pretty blue blouse today. I looked down to her legs and admired her long, lithe calves. She had a fit little body, not exactly muscular but round in all the right places. I was already looking forward to her leaving the office. Her ass was round and juicy and just aching to be squeezed.
She shrugged. “I don’t know what you prefer.”
“Do you care what I prefer?” I arched an eyebrow at her and her lips thinned. “Some men say they prefer doggy style, but I have to admit I prefer a woman on top, call me old-fashioned.”
“Excuse me?” Her cheeks flushed pink.
I gave her my most innocent look. “Oh, sorry, I thought you were asking me what sexual positions I prefer.”
“Why would you think that?” Her eyes narrowed as she stared at me.
“Usually that’s the question women are asking me when they ask what I prefer.”
“Uh-huh.” She couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes, and I almost laughed.
“Just call me Tate. I’ve told you that before.”
“Yes, sir … I mean, Tate.”
“You can call me Big Daddy if you want.” I licked my lips. “I quite like that moniker.”
“I’m not calling you big anything, let alone daddy.” She shook her head vehemently. “You’re so inappropriate.”
“Relax, Jane. It was only a joke.”
“It won’t be a joke if I sue you for sexual harassment.” She poked her finger in my chest, and I could see that she was breathing heavily. “That is entirely inappropriate.”
“You don’t have to call me that in the office …” I winked at her and she glared at me. “Maybe only at the club, when you work your shifts.”
“Ooh, you-you …” she stammered and then gave me the dirtiest look she could muster. “You’re so rude, Tate Howard, I should quit.” She marched to the office door and looked back at me. “I’m going to take an early lunch with Magnolia instead.”
“You just got here,” I protested.
“So?” She smiled sweetly again. “Adios.”
“Adios, mamacita.” I gave her a little wave and then under my breath I said, “Te veré más tarde sexy, solo espero que la próxima vez será en mi cama.”
She paused at the door, her mouth open, and glared at me. “What the hell did you just say?”
“Adios?” I stared at her blankly as if I hadn’t just told her that I would see her later and hopefully it would be in my bed.
“What did you say after that?” Her eyes narrowed. “En mi cama?”
“Sorry, I don’t know much Spanish. What does that mean?”
“In my bed.”
“You want me in your bed?” I looked shocked. “That’s a bit forward, Miss Garcia. Even for you.”
“What?” She blinked and looked confused for a second. “I didn’t say that I want you in my bed, you said you want me in your bed.”
“I did?” I tilted my head to the side and smiled. “To be fair, it doesn’t need to be in bed. On the desk, on the beach, or even in the grocery store would work well for me.”
“In the grocery store? You’re a pig.” She shook her head. “Really, Tate?”
“Yes, I don’t mind where you find yourself doing your work as long as you’re doing it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“What are you talking about?” I raised an eyebrow and suppressed the laughter that was threatening to blow my dumb act.
“You know what, whatever.” She huffed and turned around again. “Asshole,” she muttered under her breath, and this time I did laugh.
“I heard that.”
“Good,” she snapped and kept walking.
As soon as she was out of sight, I went to the door and grabbed my gym bag to see if the note was still there. I was almost positive that Jane was my secret not-admirer. There just weren’t that many women who hated me enough and had access to my gym bag for it to be anyone else. I opened the side pocket and frowned as I saw that the note I’d left earlier was still there. Hmm. I stood there for a few seconds and then zipped the pocket back up. Either Jane wasn’t my note writer, or she hadn’t accessed my bag yet today. I stood by the door thoughtfully, trying to ignore the twitching in my pants. I then casually walked to her desk and looked to see if she had any notes about me on it.
There was nothing.
“Idiot,” I muttered to myself. “What did you think you were going to see? A note to Mr. Tate Howard?”
“Sorry, what did you say, Tate?” Millie suddenly popped up beside me and I froze. What had she heard and seen?
“Nothing, why?” I frowned at her, trying to convey that I didn’t like to be disturbed.
“Oh, I saw you come into our area and thought you had a question.” Millie smiled, her bright blue eyes shining. She shrugged her shoulders and her red curls bounced. I stared at them for a few seconds and then shook my head. I wondered if Millie was a natural redhead or if she dyed her hair. Which, of course, led me to wonder if the carpet matched the drapes—not that I would ever ask her. I wasn’t worried Millie would be upset. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Millie seemed the sort who’d take me into the bathroom, pull down her panties, and show me just how red she was in her jungle.
Not that I thought she wanted me; I didn’t get any flirtation vibes from her. There were times that I caught her checking me out, but that was standard. Women loved to check me out. I couldn’t help it that I was born handsome, and thanks to my gym membership, I had a body full of muscles, which women also seemed to love. All but one. Well, maybe two. Magnolia didn’t have eyes for me that I could tell, and Jane seemed oblivious to my charms. She never laughed at my jokes, and she always had an attitude. I had a feeling it had been too long since she’d had sex. I’d definitely be willing to fix that problem for her if she wanted—and if she agreed not to get attached.
“Um, Tate …” Millie looked nervous as she stood there.
“Yes, Millie?”
“I, um, just asked you three times if, uh, we were going to have a meeting today?” She suddenly looked nervous. “I’m not in any trouble, am I?”
“Why would you be in trouble?” I muttered, then I walked back to my office without another word. As I got to my door, I looked back at her and raised my voice. “I have an important call. I’m going to close my door. Do not let anyone enter, you hear me? I’ll open it when I’m done.”
“Yes, Tate.”
Before she could say another word, I’d closed my door.
“I need to get some locks,” I thought to myself as I headed to my desk, my cock hard. Thinking about fulfilling Jane’s needs had made me even harder, and I wanted to relieve myself instead of walking around with an erection for the rest of the day. I sat down in my plush leather seat and leaned back, undoing my zipper and slipping my right hand into my boxer shorts. My cock sprang free, and I grunted as the cool, air-conditioned air hit my sensitive skin. I wrapped my hand around my girth and closed my eyes. Immediately, Jane’s face sprang to mind. All I could think about were her luscious red lips on my cock, taking me deeper and deeper so that I was deep throating her. My hand moved faster as I imagined her bobbing up and down, licking my tip and then sucking on it as she tried to make me come. She’d look up at me with those big brown eyes and ask me if I liked it …
I almost laughed at that thought; I couldn’t imagine Jane Garcia asking me if I liked shit. My hand stilled as I imagined her glaring at me, chest rising, looking sexy as hell. I tried to concentrate on another image. An image I hadn’t seen in person yet, but could well imagine. My hand started moving again. Fuck, what if she undid her blouse and pulled her breasts out of her bra and then wrapped them around my cock? Fuck, I’d titty fuck her so fast and she’d love it. She’d need my cock so badly that she’d push me down onto the ground and then slide onto me, screaming as my cock filled her up. “Fuck me harder, Tate, please!” And I’d push her onto her back and lift her legs up high so that I could slide deeper into her. Her pussy walls would be clenching on my dick, warm and wet. And she’d be panting and oh fuck—
My hand moved up and down a few more times and I was ready to explode. I quickly grabbed a tissue on the table and placed it in front of my cock so that I could come all over that instead of on my desk. The sound of my breath, ragged and panting, echoed in my ears as I opened my eyes and cleaned myself off. Fuck, my fantasy had felt so real. I wanted Jane badly. I needed to have her. I needed her to beg me to fuck her. I needed her to ride my face. I needed her to tell me I was the best she’d ever had.
I sighed as I stood up and threw the tissue into the trash can. I walked over to my door to open it and frowned. This was getting to be a problem. I’d never masturbated in the office before, and definitely not over a subordinate with a bad attitude. Yeah, I’d fucked plenty of times at work in New York, but that was different. That wasn’t my company, and it was with women who had practically thrown themselves at me. Those women were not like Jane. And that was the problem.
I’d never been with someone like Jane before, and it was driving me absolutely fucking crazy.