The Executive's Secretary, page 14
“What’s good to eat here?” I asked, eyeing the menu.
“Everything is taken care of. You can sit back and relax.”
“Oh is it?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Okay.”
The wine was brought out with a large platter of oysters on the half shell. They were raw and served with some lemon. I watched as he squeezed it over top. He held one up to my lips for me to eat. I’d never had one before, but I heard they were really slimy and supposed to be an aphrodisiac. I closed my eyes and opened my lips ready to receive the odd little food. It sloshed into my mouth. I puckered unsure of the new food. It was salty. It was definitely slimy with a hint of lemon. I quickly swallowed.
Not as bad as I thought it would be.
I looked over at Bryce who tried to stifle a laugh.
“They’re different.”
We sat, talking and laughing while eating the oysters. We finished our first bottle of wine and waited. My head was already swimming and I was ready to cut our night short. I wanted to get Bryce back to the room.
“Are you alright, Piper?”
“I’m fine.”
“Muscles and Chardonnay,” the waiter stated, placing a deep dish and a second bottle on the table.
“More slimy seafood.” I giggled.
“Not slimy. This is all cooked, I promise.”
Bryce poured the white wine in clean glasses and put a few of the tendons on a plate for me to try.
All kinds of new things tonight. I wonder what else I’ll be trying.
I picked up my fork and stabbed the muscle. It smelled all right.
I nibbled at it a bit before shoving the entire morsel into my mouth. It was buttery and delicious. I savored the taste as I chewed slowly. A small amount of butter dribbled down my chin, he reached across the table and wiped at it with his napkin.
“I feel like a kid.”
“Don’t,” he said.
My heart sped up as his fingertips brushed my chin.
“I’m not sure if I can make it through dinner,” I mumbled.
“Why?”
“Because I just don’t know if I can.”
He arched an eyebrow at me. “I don’t follow, Piper.”
“Bryce, you do things to me. Even if you don’t touch me.”
“Do I now?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Make it through two more courses? You’ll love the main and dessert.”
“I’ll eat if you promise I can have you once we get back to the room.”
“I promise,” he said.
I held out my glass for more wine which he obliged, waiting for the rest of our dinner was agony.
Bryce was right. Everything else was exquisite. The seared Mahi Mahi was cooked to perfection and the seven layer cake was delicious.
“Finished?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Ready to go?”
“I’ve been ready.”
He grabbed my hand and led me away from the busy restaurant.
Chapter Twenty-three
Bryce unzipped my dress, letting the beautiful garment slide to the floor like it was the most offensive piece of garbage he’d ever seen. He stood, observing me in the new undergarments Julie had given me. Obviously the dark blue and black she picked out were a good choice.
“Blue is definitely your color.” He smiled.
“You approve then?” I asked.
“Your panties go well with your new jewelry.” He snickered.
“Don’t laugh.”
“I like them.”
I strolled toward him, straddled his lap, and nuzzled his neck. Nibbling his ear I felt his erection press into me. He moaned, grabbing my hair. I unbuttoned his pants while he lifted his hips making room for me to slide his slacks and boxers off. His shaft rested against my pussy as I pressed against him. It was thick and stretched to the max. He strained against my body. I knew he wanted to slide inside me, but I wanted to tease him. I wanted to tease him just a little longer. Bryce’s kissing became urgent and needing. They were deeper. There was a primal urge behind each desperate grab and scratch at my back.
I slowly slid my lips around him. I could feel the pleasure of every encounter we’d had. My pussy ached. I took him as deep in my throat as I could moaning. I eventually found my rhythm. Suck, lick, flick my tongue across the tip of his head. Over and over while stroking the length of his member. Bryce threw his head back, a guttural cry escaped from his lips as I continued the routine I developed.
“I need you, Piper. Now.”
I gave him what he wanted. I slid his cock in my wanting pussy. He knotted his fingers in my hair and thrust up. We moved as one. I had never been in sync with someone the way I was with Bryce. The muscles in my vagina tightened around his cock. He sat up, wrapping his arms around my body, and flipped me onto my back. I twisted my legs around his waist and gripped the sheets. Each thrust of his sculpted hips sent my breasts bouncing. Every part of my body shuddered and shivered in pleasure.
“Bryce!” I groaned.
He stiffened and moaned. His throbbing cock exploded as we both lay exhausted and spent on the sheets. My pussy still ached. It throbbed. My legs quivered and everything was perfect. I drifted off to sleep to the sounds of the ocean lapping at the beach near our balcony doors; the soft, sea breeze blowing in cooling our naked, sweaty bodies.
The horrendous ring of my cell phone woke me only a few short hours later.
“Oh god. Oh god. Why is that ringing? Why is that damn thing even on?” I asked, reaching for my phone. I opened one eye looking at the screen. “The office? Why the hell is the office calling me? I hope to God that building is burning down. Did they call you?”
“What?” Bryce asked.
“Someone from your business is calling me at fucking nine am on my vacation. That’s what.” I debated for a few seconds on not answering especially since my boss was lying next to me. I decided I probably should since my boss was lying next to me. “Piper Troy.”
“Where are you?” the harsh voice asked on the other end.
“Excuse me?” I asked, glancing at the screen again. “Who is this?”
“This is Helen Monroe. Human resources for O’Connell Enterprises, Inc.”
“Congratulations. Why the hell are you calling me at nine am?” I asked.
“You were supposed to be here two hours ago Miss Troy. Can you explain your second missed absence?” she responded.
“I’m sorry, but what? I’m on vacation this week,” I answered.
“There are no records of you being on vacation. I’m sorry, Miss O’Connell, but you are terminated.”
“Hold on for a second.” I put the phone down and looked at Bryce. “You’re hr person just fired me.”
“Who did what now?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
“Yeah. Apparently I wasn’t scheduled to go on vacation this week.”
“I see.” He held out his hand for my phone. “Hello? Yes, this is Bryce O’Connell, can I help you?”
“Who is this?” Helen Monroe asked.
“Bryce O’Connell, CEO of O’Connell Inc. What can I do for you?” Bryce asked.
“You’re with Miss Troy?” Helen asked again.
“I arranged her temp for the week and her vacation. I don’t understand who authorized you to fire my administrative staff. Can you please inform me who gave you the okay do such a thing?”
“In your absence…” Helen started.
“I authorized everything. I have ultimate say in everything. It is my company. Miss Troy is not fired. Where is the temp I had scheduled to come in all week?” Bryce asked.
“I, um, sent her home.”
“Why would you do such an idiotic thing? Obviously if she was there that meant Piper was going to be away. I sent all the paperwork down last week. If you can’t handle the work perhaps I need to restructure my human resources department.”
“No, Sir, you don’t need to do that.”
“Listen, Helen, you woke us up at nine am on our vacation for no reason than to be spiteful for whatever reason. You have an hour to pack your desk and get out of my building.”
“I’m fired?” she asked.
“Yes, Miss Monroe.”
“Please, don’t.”
“An hour.” He ended the call and dialed another number.
“Who are you calling now?”
“Hold on.” He waited as the phone rang. “Hey, Bill, it’s Bryce. Yeah I’m still here. It’s great. Yeah she’s here too. Listen there is a woman on the top floor I need you to kick out in an hour. I don’t care if she doesn’t have all of her shit packed or not. Tell the company will mail it to her. She’s fired. Just now. Alright. Thanks, Bill.”
He handed the phone back over to me and laid back.
“You fired her?’
“She fired you.”
“Okay.”
He rested back on the pillows not even phased by just firing a woman who had worked for him for who knows how long.
“Go back to sleep. We have another week and a half to relax together.” Bryce yanked me toward his body and nuzzled my neck.
I closed my eyes and let sleep take over.
Chapter Twenty-four
I stood outside the building slightly disappointed to be back already. Any other two weeks would take forever to go through, but two weeks in vacation time goes by so much faster. I could still feel the sea breeze on my face and smell the amazing spa.
I trudged through the lobby and up the elevator.
“Welcome back, Piper!”
“Hi, Alyssa,” I said, putting a tiny box wrapped in purple paper with a big gold bow on her desk.
“You got me a gift?” she asked, ripping off the paper.
“Of course,” I said, smiling when she held up the beautiful opal held in place by a silver loop around it.
“Oh it’s beautiful. Clasp it for me?”
“Yup.”
She stood and held her air back for me to admire. I gave the thumbs up as I glanced at my inbox. It looked like the papers had bred while I was away.
“Your temp had no idea what the fuck she was doing. Thank God Mr. O’Connell was with you for the past two weeks.”
“Shit,” I muttered, grabbing the file on top. “He had to find the most incompetent person?”
“I bet he did it to make you feel appreciated.” Alyssa shrugged her shoulders while she tapped away at her key board.
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s it.”
“How was your time away?” she asked.
“It was amazing. The most delicious food, there was an amazing spa, the beach was gorgeous, I’ve never slept on a bed so soft, and the sex. Oh my God, Alyssa, the sex was incredible.”
“Really?”
“Something about that place just drove him wild. It was all day and night. We could hardly keep our hands off each other.”
“I worked. You suck.”
I smiled and held my hair back. “He got me this.”
“Holy shit, Piper.”
“I know. It’s amazing.”
“Are those real?”
“Very.”
“Geez, Piper.”
“I know.”
I worked through a bit of the pile, disappointed that they’d found someone who had no idea what she was doing.
“Piper!” Bryce’s voice bellowed from beyond his door.
“I guess the getaway did nothing for his mood,” Alyssa mumbled. “Coffee?”
“Yeah. I’m gonna need it.”
“I brought hazelnut creamer.”
“Delicious.” I stood and made my way to Bryce’s office. He sounded irritated. After the two weeks of bliss we spent together he should have been happy. Very happy.
I knocked on his door and waited.
“Enter.”
“You called?” I asked.
“Yes, I just got a call from Mark Dickenson in California.”
“Of the Dickenson-Morgan Corporation?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied, lacing his hands behind his head.
“Is the merger happening?”
“I don’t know yet. Dickenson is a friend of the family. He’s getting older and has nobody that he really trusts with his company. His partner is a dud. His old friend’s son. He’s not interested in keeping up with things. I could take over. Get rid of Morgan and make it Dickenson-O’Connell.”
“Dickenson-O’Connell?” I asked.
“He was a really good family friend. I’d leave the company intact, just absorb it and keep it going. He’s the reason I’m where I am,” Bryce said, swiveling his chair around to grab a bottle off the shelf behind him.
“Well if you think it’s a good move go for it,” I said.
“His company is solid. His family would still be involved as would his charities. I’d just be the functioning head of it, making sure good business decisions are made once Mark dies.”
“What did you need me for?” I asked.
“Your opinion.”
“You seem set on it. You already know everything about the company and the man who runs it. As long as it won’t ruin you go for it.”
“Hey, hey you can’ just barg…Excuse me!” I heard Alyssa shouting at someone from the hall.
Bryce stood as his doors swung open banging off the walls.
“What the fuck!” he shouted.
I took a step back as the woman tossed her fur coat on a chair and threw her purse on his desk. She looked me up and down then looked at Bryce.
“You, girl, fetch me an ice water and an espresso.”
I stood slack jawed. Who the hell does she think she is? I looked to Bryce to see if he was going to say anything to this intruder. He sat in his chair and poured another drink.
“Still drinking? You’re going to need to stop that. Also, I hate your office. It needs redesigned immediately.” She stopped walking around, barking out orders and looked at me. “Why are you still here? Go. Fetch my drinks.”
“I’m sorry, but who are you?”
She laughed, rolled her eyes, and shooed me away with her hands. I backed away toward the door, glancing at Bryce. He simply shook his head.
I was floored.
I shut the door behind me and stormed down the hallway.
“Who the hell way that?” Alyssa asked.
“I don’t know, but the bitch shooed me away to fetch her fucking drinks like I’m a fucking dog.”
“What did Mr. O’Connell say?” she asked again.
“Nothing. He fucking sat there!”
I sat in a chair in the kitchen and slammed my hands on the table.
“Calm down. I’m sure it’s nothing.”
“Nothing? He acted like I was nothing. That woman just walked in like she fucking owned him. Bossing him around. Telling him he needs to stop drinking. Which okay he does. I’ve told him that. She hates his office. Blah, blah, fucking bleach blonde, blah.”
I grabbed a bottle of water and made her an espresso.
“Are you going to kill her?”
“Probably,” I muttered.
I opened the door and saw her sitting on the edge of his desk, her skirt hiked up to her thighs.
God damned whore.
“Your drinks,” I said icily.
“Your secretary isn’t very nice. Maybe you should replace her as well,” the woman said, crinkling her nose.
“She stays.”
I did a double take. He was agreeing with what she had to say on anything? I clenched my jaw, slammed the drinks down, and turned to leave.
“Bryce, we need to talk about the wedding.”
My jaw hit the floor.
Chapter Twenty-five
“I’m sorry, did you say wedding?” I asked, spinning on my heels.
“Why are you still here?” the woman asked, staring at me blankly.
I glared at Bryce then back at her. Tears stung my eyes, my jaw trembled, and I felt sick. I slammed the door behind me and ran to the bathroom. Dropping to my knees, I dry heaved.
“Pipes? You okay?”
“He’s getting married. That stupid, lying bastard is getting married.”
“Wait, what? That makes no sense. Where did she come from? Who is she?” Alyssa asked.
“I don’t know. She just poofed out of my fucking nightmares. The bottle blonde, bimbo, bitch,” I muttered, slamming my back against the door. Tears streamed down my face. “I hate them both so much.”
“I know, honey.” Alyssa knelt next to me and hugged me, smoothing my hair back.
“I was really falling for him. I thought he loved me.”
“He’s a horrible piece of shit,” she muttered.
“That doesn’t even begin to cover it. I can’t stay here.” I looked up at her through glassy eyes.
“What?”
“I can’t look at him ever again. I can’t hear his voice.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
“Quit. It’s the only thing I can do.”
“You can’t just quit. What are you going to do for money?”
“I have some saved up. I’ll start my own company. Something simple. I have a degree in business. I like crafts. I’ll start a small craft store or some shit like that. Alyssa, I can’t be here. Every fiber of my being hurts. He ripped out my heart, and I watched him stomp on it. My stomach is in knots. My head hurts. I can’t bare the thought of him being with that woman.” I cried even harder.
“I understand. Do you want me to help you pack up your desk?”
I nodded and stood. Looking in the mirror, I grabbed handfuls of paper towel and wiped at my face. I looked like a raccoon. The towels did nothing more than smear the gooey makeup around my face.
“Fuck it. I don’t care. Let’s go.” I grabbed Alyssa’s hand and dragged her down the hallway. We paused at the supply room, dumped copy paper on the floor, and confiscated the box it was in for all of my possessions.
“I can’t believe you’re quitting right now.”
“Well believe it,” I said, tossing a picture frame in the box.
Why did I have so much shit here?
I took off the necklace Bryce had given me and threw it on the floor.
A stack of papers landed in front of me as I finished putting the last of my things in the box.
