Seduce Me Again (Seduce Me #2) (4 page)

It was a beautiful spring morning in New York. I thought about how pleasant it should be for the carriage ride through Central Park later that evening. I was enjoying sitting in the back of the towne car as the driver maneuvered through the heavy city traffic. My cell phone buzzed. It was Brandon.

“Hi, how is Toronto?” I said as I answered his call.

“
Fine. One meeting down and another to go. I just wanted to call and wish you luck for your first morning at the office.”

“
Thank you. That is sweet of you. I'm in the car now and should be there in a few minutes.”

“
Excellent. Teresa, my executive assistant, will be waiting for you in the lobby. She'll help you get settled in. Don't hesitate to ask her for anything you may need.”

“
Do most new employees get this kind of treatment?”

There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone.

“No. But you're not most new employees. You are part of the executive team and . . . ”

“
Okay, okay. I'll let it go. Besides, I have to admit that the treatment is nice.”

“
I've got to run. Have a great morning and I'll see you this afternoon.”

“
See you this afternoon. Bye.”

As I put my phone back in my purse I was thinking about how amazing this all was. I hoped that it wasn't to good to be true. I didn't have much time to think any more about it as the car pulled up in front of the Davenport building. The driver got out and opened my door.

“Have a wonderful day, Ms. Sullivan,” he said.

“
Thank you. I hope you have a wonderful day as well.”

“
I'll have your luggage sent up to your office.”

“
Thank you.”

I crossed the sidewalk and entered the building through the revolving door. The lobby glistened with marble. Employees scurried toward the bank of elevators.

“Ms. Sullivan,” I heard a woman's voice call to me.

As I turned I saw an attractive young woman approach me. She was a few inches taller than I was and I guessed only a few years older. She could give Chelsea a run for her money in the beauty department. I wasn't happy with the realization that she was probably Brandon's executive assistant.

“Ms. Sullivan, I'm Teresa Barnes,” she said as she extended her hand.

Dammit
. I immediately wondered if Brandon had ever had sex with her. Unlike last night, where the number of anonymous women was a turn on, I felt a pang of jealousy. Then I put it out of my head. At this point, did it matter?

“
Hello. Nice to meet you,” I said as I shook her hand.

“
I'll be assisting you this morning. Help you find your way around, get your paperwork processed, and do my best to answer any questions you may have.”

“
Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“
First, let's stop by the security office and get you your company ID and office key card. They're expecting us, so it shouldn't take too long.”

Security processed my ID and key card in under fifteen minutes. Teresa led me up to the executive floor. As we stepped off the elevator I could see through the double glass doors into the CEO suite.

“That is Mr. Mitchell's office,” Teresa said as she pointed out the suite in front of us.

I giggled to myself as I glanced at Brandon's office door. If Teresa only knew.

“Your office is just down the hall to the left,” said Teresa as we turned and headed down the hallway. Between her pointing things out to me, we were chatting and I decided that I was going to like Teresa. She was warm, friendly, and capable.

“
Pretty much everything you should need is on this floor. The executives and their staffs are all here. As your department and position are new, I can't speak to specifics. I do know that there are several workstations designated outside of your office for when you hire staff.”

I was realizing that there was a lot I still didn't know about how my position and department was going to function day-to-day. Brandon had mentioned that he wanted me to build a team to meet the objectives that he laid out. I was hoping for a little more guidance once I settled in.

The hallway opened to a large room. A cluster of partitioned workstations were set up in the middle of the room. It looked pretty much like every other corporate office. I could hear voices of people talking on phones and the clack of computer keyboards.

Teresa led us past a series of empty workstations and stopped outside of an office. I could see through the open blinds that there was modern L-shaped desk and one of those ergonomic mesh chairs.

“Here we go. This is your office,” said Teresa as she opened the door.

The office was little bigger than I thought it would be. Against the left wall was a file cabinet that matched the desk. Just beyond was a small table with two chairs. At the back of the office was a picture window with a nice view of the city.

“This is great,” I said as I plopped my purse on top of the desk.

Teresa took the file folder she had been carrying and placed it on my desk.

“Here are all the employment forms that HR and Payroll need for you to fill out. If you let me know when you finish, I will pick them up and submit them for you. If you have any questions, just let me know.”

“
Thank you, Teresa. You've been very helpful.”

“
You're welcome. Here is my number,” she said handing me her business card.

“
All you need to do is dial my extension. If you need to make an outside call, hit 9 and then dial the number.”

“
Thanks,” I said taking her card.

“
Before I go, can I get you something to drink? We have coffee, tea, juice, and spring water.”

“
Oh, I don't want to bother you with that. If you show me where the coffee station is . . . ”

“
It's no bother at all. And I can give you a more thorough tour a little later.”

“
Well, alright then. I'd love a cup of coffee. One cream and one sugar, please.”

“
Okay. Be right back.”

I settled into the chair behind my desk and opened the file folder. I pulled out the paperwork, grabbed a pen from the desk drawer and spent the next forty minutes completing the forms. The large coffee that Teresa brought me fueled my form-filling frenzy.

I called Teresa and told her that the forms were ready. After I hung up the phone it immediately rang. It caught me by surprise.

“
Hello, Ashley Sullivan,” I answered.

The voice on the other end introduced herself as Jacqueline Davenport's executive assistant. She asked if I had time to stop by Mrs. Davenport's office. I asked what time would be best. She stated Noon and I told her I would be there then.

I checked my watch. It was 10:15. I wondered what I was going to do until then. Teresa knocked on my door. I waved her in.

“
I'm here to pick up the forms, Ms. Sullivan.”

“
Yes. Thank you,” I said handing her the folder. “Teresa, can you do me a favor?”

“
Of course.”

We planned out the rest of my morning with a tour, having IT set up my computer, and getting the basics set up in my office. At 11:55, Teresa showed me to Jacqueline Davenport's office.

“So, do you think I should be nervous that she wants to see me?” I asked as we headed down the hall.

“
Oh, I wouldn't think so. I see her more than most because of being Mr. Mitchell's assistant. She is always nice. I know Mrs. Davenport's assistant well. She says the same.”

“
That's reassuring,” I said.

We reached the elevator across from Brandon's office.

“Mrs. Davenport's office is through those doors,” said Teresa. 

“
Thank you, Teresa.”

“
You're welcome, Ms. Sullivan.”

“
See you later,” I said as Teresa stepped into Brandon's outer office.

I headed down the hall and into Mrs. Davenport's office suite.

Mrs. Davenport's executive assistant greeted me as I entered. She looked to be in her mid-50's. She also looked like a former model. I wondered if everyone at the company was stunningly gorgeous.

“Hello, I'm Ashley Sullivan. Here to see Mrs. Davenport.”

“
Yes, of course. I'm Grace. Welcome to the company.”

“
Thank you.”

“
Let me tell her that you are here.”

She picked up her phone. “Mrs. Davenport, Ms. Sullivan is here to see you.” She waited for a response. “Yes, ma'am,” she replied and hung up the phone.

“Let me show you in,” said Grace as she got up from her desk.

Jacqueline Davenport was already standing and ready to greet me when Grace opened the door.

“Ashley, dear, please come in,” said Mrs. Davenport.

Jacqueline Davenport was a tall, slender woman in her mid-70s. She looked at least ten years younger than that. I knew she started her career as a model and you could tell. She was still beautiful. She had a warm smile.

“It is nice to meet you, Mrs. Davenport,” I said as we shook hands. Her hands were soft. Her touch was warm and welcoming.

“
Please sit down,” she said motioning to one of the chairs in the same area where Brandon had the couch in his office.

I needed to stay focused and suppressed the memory of what he and I did on his couch.

Mrs. Davenport's office had a modern glass and white trimmed desk with matching tables. She had comfortable matching white leather chairs. Fresh cut flowers filled several crystal vases. Like Brandon's office, colorful modern art adorned the walls. Mrs. Davenport's credenza was covered with family photos.

She noticed that I was looking toward the photos. She went over and picked up one of the frames and handed it to me.

“This is Brandon when he was ten years old. That boy was a handful,” she said with a chuckle. “Still is, in some ways.”

“
He was such a cute little boy,” I said looking at the picture. His dark wavy hair and gorgeous blue eyes were unmistakable.

“
That he was.”

I placed the photo frame on the table. Mrs. Davenport sat in the chair opposite me.

“And you are such a lovely young woman.”

I blushed. I was also a bit nervous. I had no idea about the direction of the conversation.

“Thank you.”

“
I know you are probably wondering why I invited you to visit with me today,” she said.

I had no idea how best to respond.

“No need to answer, dear. I do want to assure you that I am not some senile old woman. There is a purpose for our meeting. Nothing, of course, that you should be nervous about.”

“
Yes, ma'am,” I said.

“
I wanted to meet you and welcome you to Jacqueline and Davenport Media.”

“
Thank you. I am delighted to be here. Working at Jacqueline has always been a dream of mine.”

“
Well, we are glad to have you as part of the Jacqueline family,” she said patting my knee.

I was no longer nervous. I did have a feeling that there was more to our meeting than welcoming me to the company.

“I understand that you graduated from Davenport School of the Arts at Santa Barbara University. I also understand that you had an impressive record of academic achievement. And your application portfolio was stellar.”

“
Thank you, ma'am.”

“
Your new position has been in the works for some time. Brandon was searching for just the right person for the job. I'm confident he made the right decision in hiring you. I rarely question his business judgment. In that area, he has always displayed talent beyond his years.”

I nodded. I didn't feel there was anything for me to add to the conversation at that point.

“With women, however, Brandon has tended to think more with his penis than his brain.”

I couldn't believe she just threw that out there. I didn't know many grandmothers that even uttered the word “penis” when speaking of their adult grandson. She showed no signs of stopping either.

“He has entertained many young women. And a few who were closer to his mother's age. All beautiful, of course. Brandon has an attraction to beautiful women like moth to a flame. Can I be honest with you, dear?”

I thought she already had been. I was now curious to see what she considered an honest comment.

“Of course, Mrs. Davenport.”

“
Brandon hiring you has many layers. From a business perspective, we must have a top notch digital and social media presence. It is also important that the world see Brandon as more than a playboy. No small task for you, dear. I hope I am not scaring you.”

“
No, ma'am. I'm fine.”

“
Good. Is it okay if I get personal for a moment?”

“
Yes, of course.”

“
I understand that Brandon has a personal interest in you. That he has taken you out a few times.”

I hoped that was all she knew about us. I didn't think Brandon would share intimate details with his family. I was less sure about Mrs. Davenport inquiring of them from me.

“Yes, ma'am. Brandon assured me that he would keep our personal and professional lives separate.”

“
Oh, dear, I'm not concerned about that. What I wanted to tell you is that I am glad that Brandon has taken an interest in you. You are a smart and attractive young woman.”

“
Thank you.”

“
Brandon is almost 30, it is time he starts taking a more serious interest in his romantic relationships. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to place any expectations or pressure on you.”

“
No, ma'am. I understand.”

“
Just know that I am pleased you are here. Brandon's decision to hire you may have been as personal as it was professional. For the first time I think his personal sense is as good as his business sense,” she said as she placed her hand on top of mine.

Mrs. Davenport's phone buzzed and then Grace's voice came through the speaker.

“Mrs. Davenport, Mr. Mitchell just phoned and wanted you to know that he is back and on his way down.”

“
Thank you, Grace,” Mrs. Davenport said, loud enough to reach the speaker. She then turned back toward me.

“
Well, speak of the devil.” She stood and I followed.

“
I'm sure he was calling for your benefit and not mine,” she said to me. “Enjoy the rest of your first day. I'm sure I'll see you soon.”

“
Thank you, Mrs. Davenport. It was such a pleasure to meet you.”

“
Oh, you are kind. The pleasure has been all mine.”

There was a knock at the door and then Brandon walked in.

“
Good afternoon, ladies,” he said.

I couldn't imagine that I would ever get tired of seeing him walk into a room. He was gorgeous. He was wearing a stylish designer suit that formed to his delicious frame. He looked every bit like he popped off the cover of
GQ
magazine.

“
Hello, sweetie,” said Mrs. Davenport as she gave Brandon a hug.

“
Hello, grandmother.”

“
Did your morning go well?” Brandon asked me.

“
Yes. I think I'm starting to get settled in.”

“
Great. Well, I just wanted to stop in and say hi. I have a late lunch meeting across town. May I steal Ashley to walk me out?”

“
Oh yes. We're finished,” said Mrs. Davenport.

“
Thank you again, Mrs. Davenport,” I said as Brandon and I turned to leave.

“
Thank you for coming by.”

We said goodbye to Grace in the outer office and pushed through the glass doors. Brandon pulled me around the corner. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.

“I thought of you all last night,” he said.

“
Is that so?”

“
Oh yes. I had to even, well . . . take care of things on my own.”

I pictured Brandon masturbating and it turned me on. I was glad that he chose to pleasure himself. I'm sure he had at least a few Toronto numbers in his little black book. The fact that he was fantasizing about me as he jerked off got my pulse racing.

“I'm expecting that I won't need to do that again tonight,” he continued.

“
I think I can arrange that.” I reached up and gave him a long, deep kiss on the mouth. Tonight couldn't come soon enough.