My phone began vibrating in my pants pocket. I looked at the foreign number and answered. “Hayden Zilch speaking,” I said, crossing my arms as I leant against the wall. The woman purred through the phone, her foreign accent making my skin feel as if it were blazing.
“Mr. Zilch, it’s Sarah. We met the other day.” Her Swedish accent sounded even thicker over the phone, more enticing, and I could just imagine those beautiful golden locks of hers that I so very much enjoyed holding onto. “I was wondering if you might be available tonight to go over my business proposal? I believe that last time we met we might have been preoccupied by other things.”
I could hear her smile through the phone. What she meant was how I had her bent over my office table. “I would be honoured. When did you have in mind?”
“How about tonight, if you are available? I know a wonderful restaurant. What do you say?”
I poked my tongue in my cheek. Score. “I would absolutely love to. I’m free tonight.”
“Wonderful,” she purred. “I will text you the time and location. Oh and Hayden, please do make sure you save my phone number. I think we will be discussing business a lot.” With that she hung up. Her taunt left an imprint on me. I couldn’t help but smile as I arched my eyebrows and saved her number. Sarah or Goldilocks? I decided both. ‘Sarah Goldilocks’ was now her name. I liked the allure of not remembering her last name even though it was on her business card in my office drawer.
I gave Amber her coffee and walked to my office. Sarah had sent through the location. It was a high-class restaurant that I had been to a few times. What I would do to be able to bend that fine woman over again and make her scream out my name in that sweet Swedish accent of hers.
Chapter Ten
I greeted the hostess with a dashing smile. She returned a flattered smile and escorted me to Sarah, who had already reserved our table. She was sipping on red wine, her legs crossed over in the gold silky dress she wore. Her golden hair, those golden locks I loved so much, were pushed over one shoulder. She was ravishing and glowed with such womanly charm that even I was shocked that she was willing to have me within the first thirty minutes of meeting her. I believed in myself and my ability to satisfy any woman, but this woman was close to being a goddess. Her striking blue eyes fixed on me as she placed the red wine down, smiled, and offered her hand to me in greeting. I grabbed it, pressing a kiss to her hand.
“You look absolutely stunning,” I complimented her.
Red blushed across her cheeks as she smiled. “I thought this was business Mr. Zilch, I was simply going to shake your hand,” she replied as she took her seat.
“Then business we shall talk,” I said, sitting down.
“Although,” she said as I adjusted my tie. “I don’t mind mixing business with pleasure. It is, however, a first for me.” Her radiant smile again spread across her face. She picked up the bottle of red wine and offered me a glass. I held my glass so she could pour some in. After taking a mouthful of the delicious wine. I watched her, wondering how long I could last without wanting to throw myself on her. As if reading my thoughts, she pulled a black folder out.
“Firstly, before we order our meal, I would like to run over this with you.” She opened the folder and slid it over. “I am a representative of PA Protein. The ‘P A’ is the initials of the founder, Peter Arnish. The protein supplements were founded five years ago, and since have expanded dramatically in size and fortune. Our customers are gathering in numbers and if you turn to page five you will see the profits made over the past years. We are looking for investors. We want to increase sales and expand globally. The proposition, personally written by Mr. Arnish himself, is enclosed at the end of the file.”
“If Peter Arnish would like me to invest money and has personally invited me to partake in the expansion, then why hasn’t he organised a meeting himself?”
A knowing smile crossed her face. “Well, we are approaching investors. You are, of course, not the only person we are asking. It just so happens that I am the one to make you aware of our proposal. If you would like to proceed further, Peter would very much like to meet you.”
As handsome as I was, I wasn’t silly; business was what made me. My business thrived because I caught onto those finer details. “You just called him Peter, which suggests that you know him personally?” She raised her eyebrow, surprised by my observation. “And although these profits have increased marginally, it still doesn’t explain why he might use a representative when asking personally would be much more effective. So what are you to Peter, perhaps a silent partner?”
She took another mouthful of her wine before crossing her legs beneath the table. Her heel brushed up against my inner thigh. “You are very detail orientated,” she mused. “Peter is my uncle and I am, in fact, part owner of the business.”
“So why not tell me from the start?” I said, trying to ignore her heel that drove higher up my inner thigh. How could she tease me at such a time, when we were talking investment? I tried to ignore it, thinking of something else that might make her stop. “I am a sports manager; what makes you think I would want to invest in such a product?”
“You are a sports manager, but you are well known for much more. Zilch Enterprises is not just because you are a sports manager. You are a smart man and you know when to invest in the right things. On page twelve you will read over the ingredients all which avoid an illegal substance in sports. And as for avoiding telling you from the start, let’s just say I wasn’t expecting you when I walked into your office. I wanted to step back from my position just for a moment, so that either way if you choose to invest or not, you wouldn’t see me solely as the investment you said no to, but perhaps a woman you very much enjoyed during her stay in America.” She bit down on her bottom lip and twirled a finger in her hair as the tip of her heel gently caressed my inner thigh near my groin. “I like you, Hayden, and I am not a woman who often fancies a man so easily.”
My jaw tightened as I could no longer handle her teasing. I wanted her just as much. Before I could suggest that we take this elsewhere a familiar voice interrupted.
“Hayden, what are you doing here?” Amy walked over in a short black dress, her long legs shimmering as she looked at both Sarah and me. Sarah pulled back her heel, crossing her legs again.
“Amy, how are you?” I asked, standing and giving her a hug. She pressed a kiss on my cheek as she looked over Sarah. Her blonde bob itched at my neck. I pulled back and sized up her companion, who was probably a model himself. Tiny and thin with a little bit of muscle on the arms.
“Have I interrupted something?” she asked, pointing between Sarah and me.
“Hayden and I were discussing business,” Sarah said, who now sounded intimidating. She closed the folder so Amy couldn’t see.
“Right, business…” Amy stared at Sarah with an unfriendly smile. She turned to me. “Well, while I have you, I just wanted to make sure we were still on for that charity thing, I can’t remember the details, but it is next weekend isn’t it?”
“Is that John Farmer’s party?” Sarah interrupted, smug. She crossed her arms as she looked between Amy and me. As far as I understood, they didn’t like each other.
“Yes it is, are you going?” I asked Sarah inquisitively.
“As matter of fact I am, I am going with my uncle. How wonderful that I will be able to see you both there,” she said with a vicious smile. “Now, if you don’t mind, Amy was it? Hayden and I have some business to discuss, so if you would be so kind as to leave us for the moment, that would be very appreciated.”
Amy almost choked back her words as her eyes bulged. She looked as if she were to say something else before her boyfriend, who I presumed would order salad, grabbed her hand. She looked back at me with an even smile. “Well, I hope you have a good night. Don’t stay out too late,” she said with a sexy smile. The wannabe rocker escorted her to their table as she looked over her shoulder and watched us. I sat down, unsure how to take off where w
e left off. Sarah looked at me calculatingly for a while.
“I like you Hayden, but we are not going to fuck tonight,” she said seriously. “‘I won’t let you touch me after I’ve seen you look at her. I want you to myself. You see, I am one of those women who are not after love, all I need to know is I am wanted. And when I have your full attention, when I know you are not looking at models with long legs and pointed noses, let’s call her big bird, you may fuck me however you please in whatever hole.”
I felt the need to defend Amy, but I was so turned on by her accent. She was very jealous of Amy and although it broke my balls now to hear her say she would restrain herself, I also thought it was a blessing in disguise: we would just go on a date and actually get to know one another. That was the point of my mission.
“For now, let us order dinner and have an actual date. By the time you have a taste of me again you won’t last very long at all. Because by then you will have longed for me and been thinking of me for a long time. You are a man who is good at fucking, and I am a woman who is good at being wanted. I don’t let most men bend me over their office table, so take that into consideration.” Her heel slammed into the front of my chair, startling me. If she slipped she would have hit my pride and joy.
“I want you, and I want you to show me how much you want me. I don’t want you to buy me flowers, chocolates, or jewelry; I want you to show me how much you want me. I will make you beg for me, because that one time over your office table was nothing in comparison to the tricks I can show you.” She crossed her legs again, her charming smile taking my breath away.
“But I already want to fuck you right now,” I said in almost a whimper. All her words had me hard with wanting her. Everything she said was so true, I wanted her more than anything.
“But you can wait,” she said with a sly smile. She raised her hand to the waiter. “I’m ravished, shall we get something to eat?”
I rubbed the prickles of my jaw, unsure of how to react to her. I had many women dirty talk to me and tell me what they expected of me. But none challenged me in such a way where I absolutely wanted to be on my knees begging for them. I overlooked her profile again, her tiny waist and busty chest so godly it scared me. This woman would have me at her mercy and she knew it. With a knowing smile, she interrupted my gaze and drew my attention to the waiter who was waiting patiently for me to order.
“Hayden dear, would you like to order?” she said with an innocent expression as if everything we had spoken about was already forgotten, but the gleam in her eyes told me that the games had only just begun.
Chapter Eleven
I tapped the corner of my laptop, idly looking over the half written email in front of me. Sarah was right, she was on my mind. All the subtle hints of a good night had my balls going blue just at the thought. Her smile had my groin throbbing for her all night. And her knowing smile was killing me… It irritated me, yet I wanted it so bad.
Unable to focus on my email, I scrunched up a piece of my notepad paper and aimed for the bin on the other side of my office. Score. At least I was triumphant at something, I thought idly. I brooded for a little longer and thought of how I could show Sarah I wanted her bad enough that she would give in. I was so used to women being at my mercy and wanting me, not the other way around, it was rather frustrating. I felt sexually deprived. Not something I thought I would ever be saying.
“Hayden,” Amber’s stern tone cut through my thoughts. “You have a visitor. Make it quick; you have a conference call in twenty minutes,” she reminded me. Amy slipped in front of Amber and looked over her judgingly. Amber straightened her spine and I was very worried she was going to kick Amy’s ass.
“You can leave now, Amber,” Amy cooed. “Twenty minutes is more than enough time for a friendly visit.” Amber looked Amy up and down, inspecting her short silk pants that didn’t leave much to the imagination and her white fur jacket. I never understood that about women: if it was cold weather, why not just wear long pants and a jacket? Amber gave me a death stare before she closed the door behind Amy.
“What brings you here today, Amy?” I asked, a little surprised to see her. She walked around my desk and sat in front of me, leaning against the desk.
“Well you see, it’s a little embarrassing. I just didn’t like seeing you with that woman last night,” she said innocently as she tucked her hair behind her ears. “I know we aren’t exclusive or anything, but I still wouldn’t mind spending some more time with you.” She recrossed her legs. My eyes couldn’t help but watch the movement.
“You know, I’ve missed other things as well,” she said, dropping to her knees. Her big blue eyes looked up at me with a very sensual grin. She placed her hand on my zipper.
I stopped her hand. “I can’t… not right now,” I said, trying to supress my boner. Amy licked her lips and crept towards my face. Her breath smelt of bubblegum as she teased her lips over mine.
“Hayden, I just want to make sure you don’t forget me.” Her lips brushed over mine. Her other hand that rested on my knee now crept over my inner thigh. “I can make you cum like no one else. I just want five minutes with you, it turns me on and makes me hot for you,” she licked over my lips. My cock was hard as she pressed a kiss to my Adam’s apple. Her hand began to stroke my cock.
“We shouldn’t,” I said, trying to push her away. But my cock had a mind of its own. Slowly, and with a smile, she unzipped my pants and dropped to her knees.
Her wet lips suctioned over my cock, forcing me to arc back and into her. I wanted to go deeper into her throat. At the movement she went deeper, the inside of her mouth closing so hard around me that my dick throbbed at the slow teasing suction of her lips.
I grabbed a handful of her hair, pushing her down further, but she didn’t need to be led. Amy didn’t have the nickname Head-job-Amy for no reason. She came up and swirled her tongue around my knob.
“You know in two days, it’s my birthday,” she said before pressing her lips back over my cock and pushed down harder. My cock straightened at her suction, and I didn’t think at the mercy of her lips I could last long. I fisted her hair even harder. I wanted her to go down deeper and harder. Her tongue applied so much pressure that I felt pre-cum form in her mouth. She sucked away before talking a few sentences, “Take me out for dinner somewhere. I want your cock to fill not only my mouth but me as well.”
Please stop talking. “Dinner?” I could hardly make the word audible as I didn’t want to have a conversation right now. I just wanted to enjoy this.
“Mmmhmmm,” she hummed, the vibration rumbling down my shaft. Dear god, that feels good.
“Sure,” I said. My hand firmed on my chair as I was almost ready to cum. Her lips pulled over my dick and she licked my shaft. The wetness of her mouth left my hard cock. I opened my eyes and looked down at her as she licked her fingers with a smile.
“I will see you in two days then,” she said as she stood.
“You have got to be fucking with me?” I said, annoyed. She couldn’t possibly leave me in this state. I was already so close to cuming; there was no coming back from this hard on. If I couldn’t blow now, my blue balls would be excruciating.
“I will have you in every way then, Hayden. That’s just a little taste so you don’t forget me,” she smiled as she began to walk for the door.
Unable to move from my position, I growled at her, “Amy this isn’t funny.”
“Oh baby, we are just getting started. Take me out for dinner and I will remind you of why you and I have known each other for such a long time.” With a smile and appreciative glance at my cock, she opened the door and walked out.
I looked down at my hard cock regretfully. I couldn’t possibly leave it like this. I grabbed it and began to tug myself. It wasn’t as good, but I had to blow a load or I would be in pain for days. Fucking Amy playing her games, I thought, pissed.
Damn, what was happening lately? Why was Sarah and Amy playing me like this? I erased my thoughts, not wan
ting to be turned off. So instead I thought of that fine ass of Sarah’s and that busty chest of hers that she kept leaning over the table. I hadn’t yet seen that immaculate chest and had only the satisfaction of pinching them from behind. Oh yea, I wanted to know what they looked like and tasted like in my mouth. With my mind glorifying in the thoughts I scurried in my pocket for a packet of tissues.
*
Shortly after cleaning myself up and raging at the idea that I had to tug myself off at work — what was I, a teenager again? — I fixed up my tie and walked out of my office.
Collecting Gregory for our conference call, Amber called out from her office besides his and grabbed my attention. “Enjoy yourself?” Amber said, still concentrating as she typed on her computer. “You know this is a business, right? Your list idea is bullshit. And if girls like ‘Big Bird Amy’ are on that list than you don’t even know what the word quality is. As far as I’m concerned, you are probably better off fucking anything else because you are more than likely going to catch something off that thing.”
I couldn’t help but notice the reoccurring nickname for Amy. A lot of women didn’t like Amy, in fact, at times, she even annoyed me, but I knew there had to be a sweeter side to her, a side to her that was soon to be discovered.
“Jealous, are we, Amber? Because if you would like to nominate yourself, I can most certainly make the arrangements to make you the first candidate on my list.”
She leant over her desk and looked at me. “I would so much rather stick this pencil in both of my eyes before I have to look at your penis once again in my life.”