The Tycoon's Virgin Bride - Part 3 (The Corskovi Dynasty) (6 page)

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“Ready
as can be. Will you be going for the job, too?”

“Hell,
yeah.
You kidding me?
Miss up a
chance to meet Carlos
Kincade
up close and personal?
I heard he’d be interviewing the finalists one on one.” Lucy’s eyes almost
rolled back in her head as if
she’d just be kissed by a
prince
. Her dream-like daze shifted when the elevator opened and a few
suits walked out.

“Coming
in?”

“Uh,
no,” Elsie said, noticing Lucy’s smart apparel with a low cleavage and her hair
and make-up so perfect, you’d think she was doing a shoot for Vogue cover.

“I’m
just going fix up a bit in the ladies room,” Elsie finished before walking off.
“See you soon.”

Lucy
shrugged her shoulders then closed the glass doors and pushed the button for
the
HR
floor where the candidates would be meeting.

She was
going to meet Carlos
Kincade
. How could she possibly
look so…
.meh
!

She was
sure that her mouth must have the aroma of her morning coffee. She’d run into
the posh washroom on the first floor and said good morning to the cleaner
before going over to the plush set of mirrors in the powder section. Talk about
upscale.
Kincade’s
didn’t do anything ordinary. It
was upscale all the way. She’d felt as if she were more in a five-star hotel
than a washroom. The dim lit calming atmosphere and marble floors was just what
she needed. Thankfully it was empty after the cleaner left.

She
went into one of the private booths and adjusted her bra strap underneath her
blouse. She straightened her skirt and fixed her G-string underneath which she
thought was the most uncomfortable thing to wear but…it sure was better than
wearing granny panties. She needed to feel the part. Sexy. Desirable.
Knowledgeable about the products that she would be selling.
Elsie fished into her Gucci imitation bag and pulled out a carefully wrapped
Kincade
shopping bag. It had one of the products from the
presale from the Home Pleasures department.

A
smooth
silicone vibrating
Dildo.

Good
Lord! What had she come to? She was supposed to be a well-respected
psychologist helping corporations build stronger work environments. Not a…sex
expert!

The
smooth Dildo was tanned in complexion and quite a good size. Her mind
immediately slid to Carlos
Kincade
. A tingling
erupted between her thighs. She was so ashamed to admit it to herself. She
idolized him. Fantasized about him day and night. His hard firm muscles from
hours at the gym. His well sculpted body.
His sinfully sexy
eyes.
Ooh, those delicious grey sparkling eyes and the longest lashes
she’d ever seen on a man. God, he was…beautiful. Breathtaking. Her heart
pounded and her inner thighs also pulsed at the thought of him inside her.
Even if it were just a fantasy.
Suddenly she unwrapped the
Dildo and before she could contain herself, she’d thought the only thing she
could do was calm her adrenaline by relaxing herself. She’d never used a sex
toy before to pleasure herself—which was not merely enough times. But
something came over her. She eased back on the plush seat in the dress booth
and spread her legs. She slid her fingers between her silk panties at the side
and drew in a deep breath imagining the silicone penis was Carlos. How hard
could this be? Using a toy to please
oneself
. She
would soon find out.

She
paused for a moment as if afraid of getting caught somehow. Could she really do
this? Boy, was this so out of character for her. Well, she was supposed to be
selling these products to other women.

She
drew in a deep breath not sure of how it would feel as she slowly slid the
cool, smooth toy inside her warm pulsing folds, first at the side of her
swollen wet folds while she cooed his name.

“Ooh,
Carlos! God, I love you. Carlos.”

Her
other hand pulled down her bra strap and she stroked her taut pink nipple which
had reacted to her delicious thoughts of sexy, dark and deadly handsome Carlos
Kincade
.
The
CEO
of her company.
A fantasy that would never happen.

As she
thrust the penis inside her back and thought her thighs moved in motion, “Oh,
Carlos,” she cried out until her body convulsed with orgasm. Elsie collapsed in
satisfaction.

This
was insane! What had she just done? She’d never done anything like that in her
life before. What kind of affect had this man on her? She hungered for this
man’s attention. His touch. What was wrong with her? She seriously needed to
get a real boyfriend. Not just the fantasy of someone unreachable. It was as if
she was making up for lost time, not having a love life all these days while
caring for her ailing mother. She definitely needed to get out more. She needed
to get a life.

Her
panties were soaked through and now she would have to change.

 

Twenty
minutes later, Elsie seated in a boardroom with other prospective sales
consultants on the seventeenth floor. Spread out on the table was a series of
delicious toys for the Home Pleasures department. Elsie flushed at the sight of
all the toys. There were double sided Dildos, strap-on Dildos, Squirting
Dildos, Suction cup Dildos, Sex around the house Erotic Board games, all the
way to nipple clamps, collars and leashes and sex slings. Holy Cow was she
going way in over her head.

I need this job. Its’ only a job
, she fought to convince
herself.
It’s an honest tax-deductible
paying job.
One that would see me through college and clear
my debts
.

Basically
each person was to
role play
how they would approach a
client who asked for assistance. Then each would be required to fill out a
questionnaire.

“Right
ladies, my name is Portia Da Cora but many of you already know me from
HR
since you were hired to work in different departments at
Kincade’s
,” Portia said as she held up her head. She
looked like a long and slender Coco Chanel or some other legend. She used to be
a model back in her days. She was still beautiful and didn’t even dye her silky
white hair which was neatly
back
in a French roll. Her
make-up was impeccable. Perfect.

“Of
course as you know you will be meeting with Carlos
Kincade
sometime during the day if you make it to the next level.”

Many of
the women around the table reacted, eyes wide open with wonderment and
excitement as if they were children and told they would be meeting Santa Clause
soon or perhaps school girls being told they’d be meeting Justin
Bieber
soon.

The
phone in the boardroom rang and disrupted Portia’s speech. “Oh…I see…Certainly.”

When
Portia came off the phone line she turned to Elsie, thin lipped.

“Elsie
you’re to report to the forty-third floor room 1600 right away.”

“Excuse
me?” Elsie felt her heart tumble to the floor.

“Room
1600,” Portia looked away.


Oh,…um
…sure.” All eyes were on Elsie and she didn’t know
what to say. She certainly didn’t want to argue with the
HR
director.

“You’ll
be seeing Marsha
Downswell
when you reach there.”

“Marsha
Downswell
?” Elsie repeated quietly as she gathered
her things to go.

“Yes,
Mr.
Kincade’s
private secretary.”

Elsie
felt her heart stop.

 

Elsie
walked through the double glass doors after the elevator dropped her to the 43
rd
floor of the building. Her eyes dotted around the luxury design. It had been
her first time up on the top floor. Was she in trouble? Why would Carlos
Kincade
want to even see her? Or why would his secretary
want to see her?

She was
on fire. Every area of her body pulsed and pounded with heated anxiety. She
felt weak in her knees.

Oh,
God! A thought struck her like lightning. She wasn’t wearing her panties. She’d
meant to replace her wet pair but didn’t have time, so she threw it in her
purse hoping she could buy a pair in the lingerie
department
 
on
the fourth floor. Oh, boy was
she ever a screw up now. She approached the receptionist who was busy typing on
her laptop. The woman with long silky blond hair and icy blue eyes stared at
her.

“You’re
Ms
Sherwood, I presume?”

“Um…yes.”
Elsie voice was soft and low. Boy was she so out of her league being up there.
The placed was so executive and looked more like a marble palace with high tech
equipment and what looked like expensive
art work
on
the walls. Elsie caught herself slouching her shoulders and squared them
immediately.

The
blond woman picked up the phone and said “She’s here. You’re welcome.” She then
held her head down and started typing on her keypad. “You may take a seat,
Ms
Sherwood,” she said without looking up.

Talk
about hospitality.

“Ah,
there you are,
Ms
Sherwood,” a jolly round-faced
woman with white hair approached her with her hand stretched out.

“Hi,”
Elsie said sheepishly. She desperately wanted to ask her what the heck was
going on and why was she called up here? She should be back in the boardroom
auditioning for full time work in the Home Pleasures department. Not here.

“I will
take you to see Mr.
Kincade
now. How was your morning
so far?”

“Oh, it
was fine thank you,” Elsie lied politely.

“Good,”
the woman said almost on autopilot before Elsie finished talking as she marched
forward without paying much mind to Elsie.

Elsie
could only guess that Mr.
Kincade
works everybody
extremely hard up there. No time for fun or games.
Or
slacking off.
Her heart pounded harder in her chest. She desperately
wanted to find the nearest exit.

When
Marsha knocked on the door, a deep, silky voice answered. “Enter.”

Elsie
noticed there were cameras everywhere. She’d known how to recognize them
because a guy she’d once dated worked in a nanny cam store where they’d built
hidden cameras that were so discreet you’d never know they were there.

“Thank
you Miss…” Elsie had already forgotten the woman’s last name.

Marsha’s
face suddenly iced up and she went stone cold before turning to Elsie. “That’s
Mister,” she or he said before walking off.

Elsie
took a deep breath. Her day was getting weirder by the moment. That’s what one
got for trying out for such an unusual job like the one she’d applied for. Was
it worth it?

When
she opened the oak door wide enough her breath stopped and her pussy throbbed
uncontrollably. She was going to pass out any moment now.

There
he was.

Up
close enough leaned back in his leather chair reading a file. Heck, it could be
her employee file. But she didn’t care then. Carlos’s dark thick hair was
sleeked back. The scent of his aftershave wafted past her nostrils. He looked
more like a tanned Greek God. He turned momentarily to acknowledge her and when
his glistening grey eyes locked into hers for a brief moment, a plethora of
wild butterflies let loose inside her body. She needed a seat like yesterday.

A
quiver surged through her veins. Every time his gazed met hers, her heart
turned over in response. How could
this
 
man
have that kind of effect on
her? The prolonged anticipation of what their meeting would be
about
 
was
almost
unbearable.

Could
he hear her heart fluttering in her chest?

“Please
sit down,
Ms
Sherwood.” His voice was deep, silky
like smooth honey. She loved the way he murmured her name. God, she loved
everything about him. The way he filled out in his expensive grey suit and dark
tie to match. Her eyes glanced over his strong long fingers and his perfect
nose, his
clean cut
shadow which appeared highly
manicured.

Elsie
sat down on the plush leather seat in his spacious office with the tall ceiling
to floor windows she couldn’t help but drift her eyes to the glistening marble
floors and expensive art work on the wall.
 
She’d never been in an office like this before. Heck, she’d never been
in a
CEO
of a large international corporation’s
office before.

 

For a
moment Carlos looked deep in thought as she flipped through the files on the
desk. He did not even look up to her as if she were not really there. He then
drew in a deep sigh and rubbed the stubble on his groomed chin and swung his
chair around to face Elsie. His dark grey, penetrating eyes were captivating.
She could not believe she was face to face with Carlos
Kincade
.
She started fidgeting with her fingers, rubbing them with her other hand, a
nervous habit that often betrayed her confidence.

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