Claimed by the Billionaire: Seduction #1 (3 page)

That night, after I had
put Greg to bed, I decided to take a bath. Greg had been stressful all night,
not wanting to do his homework and wanting to watch cartoons instead. His
behavior had been erratic since his dad had passed away and I wished that I could
help more. He had finally settled down and drifted off to sleep. 

I watched the tub fill
up with water and on a whim added bubbles. I slid into the hot water with a
sigh and closed my eyes, leaning back against the tub. This was nice and much
needed. I stretched out as much as I could.

I thought of the lunch
I had had with Mr. Gable. Afterwards, he was in his office till about four pm
and then he left, stating he had a business dinner somewhere. The friendliness
he had shown in lunch was gone. I still didn’t know why he had taken me out to
lunch to begin with.

As I sunk lower in the
tub, I thought about how well his suit had fit him. I bet he worked out with
how snug the fit was. He probably had muscles underneath, taunt and firm. Not
like that sort of thing mattered, no, no. I let my hand travel down to below
and let out a sigh of relief as I started to play with myself. I wondered if he
had ever messed around in that giant office of his. I wondered if he had ever
even thought about it. As I kept going, I had a mental image of me, naked on
his desk while he ran those hands of his down my body. He was still in his
suit, having told me to lay on the desk. He had told me to listen to him and I
had listened to him. His hands moved up and down my body, teasing me, refusing
to give me any sort of release. He murmured he didn’t have much time and that
he had a meeting to go to which made me want it more.

I could hear him unzip
his pants and a thrill went through me. He yanked me down to the edge of the
desk and I looked up at his fine features, as he held my hips and suddenly slid
in me, his clothes still on. I gasped and arched my back as he started pumping
inside me, still holding my hips. He crouched over me and entwined his fingers
in my hair, pulling on it gently, whispering in my ear that I was the best
secretary he ever had. As he pumped in me, I moved my hips to match his
thrusts. It was dark out and the city glowed behind us, peeking in our secret.
His hands traveled below and he started playing with me, each thrust going
deeper, his finger moving at a rapid pace.

I started begging him
quietly for more. He told me he was going to be late, but I didn’t care. I
wanted release and as he thrust faster in me, I know he needed it too. I begged
for him to finish in me — I wanted him to finish in me — to feel his seed in me
— and I arched my hips at the same time as him, both of us cumming together,
writhing together on his desk on the top floor of his business…

I opened my eyes as I
came down from my climax. My face was beet red and I looked around as though
someone could have seen me. What did I just do? Did I really just get off to
Mr. Gable and I having sex on his desk? I felt embarrassed as though he knew at
this very moment I had gotten off to him.

It was a long day, I
thought. And it was a harmless fantasy. What I needed most of all was sleep.
That was what I really needed.

The next day, I found
myself dreading seeing Mr. Gable. What had gotten into me the night before? I
should have been able to brush it off as a simple fantasy but the fact it was
my boss was what bothered me. That and the fact I had cared he invited me to
lunch coupled with the fact that I was annoyed he had been to that café so much
he had a regular table made me worry what was getting into my head.

I could barely pay
attention to what Janine was telling me and she was getting irritated. I kept
hoping that Mr. Gable would spend the day in the office and I wouldn’t have to
see him.

“What is wrong with you
today?” Janine demanded at around noon, “I leave in an hour and you’re going to
be by yourself completely on this floor and you’re acting like a spaz.”

“By myself?”

“Mr. Gable is on a
business trip till Saturday night,” Janine said, clearly repeating herself but
I must not have heard her before, “It’s just you in charge of everything. You
can’t even go running to him when you mess up. And this whole morning you’ve
been distracted.”

So he was out of town.
Part of me was relieved — I didn’t know how I could face him knowing he had
been my fantasy last night. The larger part of me was more disappointed than I
thought I was going to be. It was Thursday today and this meant I wouldn’t get
to see him until Monday. Maybe this was good, I reasoned with myself, I can
focus on the job and learn the ropes and not get distracted.

“I’m sorry. Greg was
such a bother last night trying to get him to bed and I am low on sleep. I’ll
pay better attention.”

“For what, the last
hour?” Janine said, shaking her head.

“Sorry.” I mumbled,
feeling as though I was a student being scolded.

That night as I helped
Greg with his homework, my eyes kept drifting over to my cellphone. I was
basically his personal secretary right? He may need me even though he was out
of town, right? I felt foolish. I knew he wouldn’t call…Maybe he’d text. And
why did I care so much if he did or didn’t? I felt flustered over the fantasy
and tried to help Greg with his homework. There were no calls or texts from Mr.
Gable.

The clock hit midnight.
I couldn’t sleep. My bed felt big and empty and for the first time since my
husband had died, I felt the emptiness. I rolled over, frustrated, staring at
the ceiling. My mind kept going back to me, on the desk, Mr. Gable over me,
thrusting in me deeper and deeper, his hands running down my stomach…

It was just a fantasy,
I thought, and instead I’m letting it affect my daily life. It must be because
this was the first time I had thought of anyone besides my husband in over ten
years. I was putting too much stock into it.

But his hands…his hands
all over my body…this time we were in a limo and I was in his lap, riding him,
rocking back and forth on him as we drove to a business meeting. My skirt was
raised up and his hands were on my thighs. His face was buried in my neck as I
rode him, moaning. Yes, this was what I wanted, I thought as I touched myself,
something I could only admit in the middle of the night when no one else could
hear my thoughts. I wanted him inside me, with his hands on me….I wanted to
ride him in his limo when no one was around and we just had to have each other
before a meeting…I wanted him in his office, on his desk with the city
overlooking us.

As I finished, I laid
in bed, wondering why I was able to admit that at 12:30 at night. I felt
embarrassed. Mr. Gable and I had barely talked and it felt more like a school
girl crush than anything else. And it felt too soon after my husband’s passing
to start thinking of someone else. On top of that, there was no way Mr. Gable
would even look at me in that way. I rolled over and tried to fall asleep, pushing
the thoughts out of my mind.

Monday morning I walked
into the office with a steely resolve. This was my first day without Janine and
the first day Mr. Gable would be back. I felt confident I could get over my
school girl crush and work at my job. I sat down at my desk and decided I’d
organize it my way — Janine’s methods seemed to go against every way that I
would have set up the desk. 

I had barely sat down
when the door behind me opened. My heart swooped. Mr. Gable came out in a dark
suit, with a red tie. His hair looked a little messy as though he hadn’t
finished getting ready yet.

“You’re here early.” He
said, by way of greeting.

I mustered up a bright
smile, “Yes. I wanted to organize the desk sort of my own way.”

He nodded and then
spoke, “Since its Monday and your first day by yourself, mind if we have a
meeting?”

“Now?”

Mr. Gable nodded,
beckoning me into his office. I found myself blushing when I thought of the
fact the desk I had had as a fixture of my fantasy was in that room. I walked
inside his office and he pointed over to the living room area where I had had
my interview.

“Coffee?” He asked.

“I can get it.”

“I can get my own
coffee, Serena.” He said with a smile.

I sat down on the couch
with my back to the desk and looked at the notepad I had brought with me. Mr.
Gable handed me my coffee and I took it, saying thank you. He sat down across
from me.

“Notepad, huh? I
haven’t seen one of those in a meeting in a long time.”

I looked down at it and
up at him as he brought out his smart phone, “I’m terrible with those.” I
blurted out, forgetting for a moment he designed a chip for smart phones and
his business was smart phones.

At this, Mr. Gable
threw back his head and laughed, “Well, that’s good to know. Should I give you
a crash course?”

I shook my head, “It
won’t matter. I can barely work the one I have now.” I admitted.

“Then your notepad will
work just fine.”

“How was your trip?”

Was that too friendly?
Should I keep it strictly business? But I couldn’t get over how handsome he
looked in his suit, no matter how much I wanted to pretend I didn’t notice at
all.

“It wasn’t for
pleasure, so not that fun.”

“Do you take trips
often for pleasure?” I willed myself not to blush, wondering what had gotten
over me to say such a thing.

Mr. Gable paused as
though he was thinking about what he was going to say and then smiled, “No, I
can’t say that I do.”

“But all the places you
could go with all that money?” I probably sounded so crass, I thought but I
remembered what it was like to have money.

He leaned forward, “No
fun if you don’t have anyone to take. Unless you are volunteering, Serena?”

I knew I had blushed at
that. I could feel the heat in my face and I felt like a fool. Nothing screamed
immature school girl even at age thirty like blushing. 

“I don’t know,” I tried
to say airily, “Depends on where you would take me.”

“Hmm, where would I
take you? Someone who has seen everything there is to see already…”

“That was when I had
money,” I admitted, “Now I couldn’t go to Disney World with my son.”

“Disney World is more
expensive than people realize.”

I felt as though I had
knocked the conversation off track due to my Disney World comment as he stood
up. Were we not going to have the meeting?

But no, Mr. Gable began
to walk around the living room set up slowly, “No, you’d have to go somewhere
where you could relax. I don’t think you’d be able to do much relaxing in your
daily life, am I right?”

I nodded, “Yes that
sounds about right.”

And then he was behind
me, leaning down with his lips right above my ear, “What helps you relax?”

His lips right above my
ear sent shivers down my back and I could feel the heat off of my face, “I…” I
couldn’t think of anything to say. 

“I could think of some
things.” He said to me again in that low tone.

He was hitting on me
right? There was no other way that I could take this besides one way. But I was
no good at flirting, unsure how I had even gotten this far. It felt like my
entire body had locked up. I told myself that this was my chance to — to what,
sleep with my boss? Why did he have such an effect on me?

I turned my head to
look at him, our lips inches apart and our eyes looking at each other. I wanted
him to kiss me. I wasn’t going to initiate such a thing. This went well beyond
what I knew was proper or acceptable to do with your boss. He must have been
thinking the same because he didn’t act on it either.

Suddenly, his cellphone
rang, going off with a loud chiming noise that made me jump to the other end of
the couch almost in one movement, as though we were teenagers about to get
caught. He picked up his cellphone and I left his office quickly. I felt like a
ludicrous idiot. What were we going to do, kiss?  It seemed absurd that I
was letting a couple of fantasies bring me to this level of insanity.

I sat down at the desk
and hoped he didn’t come back out. I hoped it was one of those days that he
stayed in his office. I looked at my computer hopelessly. I thought of the way
he had whispered in my ear and I shivered. I wanted him and I had to admit it.
I could only pass it off as fantasy for so long. The way he moved, the smooth
way he talked, the way he looked — I felt a yearning for him in my chest. He
had to have wanted me too, didn’t he?

I threw myself into
work the best that I could. I organized the desk to what I preferred and went
through the emails, replying and setting up meetings when needed. I even
fielded a couple of calls, taking messages and sending Mr. Gable stilted
e-mails with information. The silence hung heavy. I wished for a radio or
something to break it up. 

My cell phone rang. It
made me jump out of my skin. I rarely got calls anymore. Most people lose
interest in you when you no longer have the money you use to have. It was
Greg’s school. I picked up.

“This is the school
nurse, Mrs. Warden. Greg needs to be picked up. He is sick and threw up at
recess.”

Usually my husband
would have been able to get him but now it was up to me. I had no one in the
area who could go get him and I felt awkward texting Cathy and asking her to
pick up my son. I thanked the nurse and hung up the phone, looking at the
office door. I didn’t want to go in there. Now I had to go in there and ask to
leave early to get my son. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Came his
muffled voice.

I walked inside the
office. Mr. Gable was behind his desk and looked up from his computer.

“I’m sorry to bother
you,” I said, “But the school called…Greg is sick at school and they’ve
requested I go get him.”

“That’s fine, Mrs.
Warden,” Did his tone seem stiff or was it just me? “I have to leave early
myself today.”

“Will you be needing me
to have my phone near me tonight?”

“No, it is not
business. I have a date.”

He said it so matter of
fact and so casual that I could only blink. A date? Only a few hours since we
had almost kissed in his office? Mr. Gable was looking at me as though he was
waiting to see what I was going to say but all I did was feel like a fool. Was
he trying to punish me for not kissing him even after he had finished his phone
call?

“Have a good night.” I
said to him.

I turned and walked out
of his office, letting the door close behind me.

I went over to my
computer to do one last scan of emails. I decided on a whim to set up Janine’s
old e-mail address to forward messages sent to me. I was sure people were still
emailing her since they may not have known she moved. Focusing on her email was
easier than focusing on my own feelings. I opened up her email inbox to set up
the forwarding and stopped when I saw an e-mail that had come through ten
minutes ago. It was from Mr. Gable’s ex-wife, sent to him and had Janine copied
on it. I looked back at the door and then opened the e-mail.

Bradley,

Hopefully
Janine reminded you of our meeting with our attorneys tonight about our divorce...
I expect you to be on time for this since you are refusing to speak to me
outside of them.

Your wife,

Winter
Gable

I read the e-mail three
times quickly and then shut the computer down. He had lied to me. He didn’t
have a date at all and instead was meeting about his divorce. Why had he lied?
I thought about it the whole way to my car. As I slid into it and turned my car
on, I could only think one thing — he had been trying to get me jealous? It
seemed childish but it was a tried and true method with people…and as much as I
hated to admit it, it had worked.

As I pulled out of my
parking spot and headed to my son’s school, I caught myself smiling. Mr. Gable
was into me, as much as he wanted to hide it. As much as we both wanted to hide
it. Maybe I wasn’t the only one having fantasies? I felt a thrill come over me
as I thought about how long it had been since I had been wanted by someone
other than my husband. He wanted to play hard to get and I was ready to play it
back at him too.

Out of all the
illustrious woman he must run into on a daily basis, Mr. Gable was interested
in me.  I couldn’t help but smile.