110- Right in time

The clench of her sex around my hard cock with it’s slickness and scent solely of her, messes with my coherence.

“Grady,” she screams into the quiet space, her voice and harsh breathing and quiet sobs bouncing off the walls.
There’s a wide smile across my face and a contentment in my heart that I never believed possible. I pull her into my arms. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever made love to. “
She kisses me, deeply and passionately.
With this heartfelt action, I know that a future with Blair will be bliss.
He is right but I don’t foster his already untamable ego.
“All in all, you have to admit that she is a great hire and this brings me to the main reason why I’m here. Vasiliev just called.”
At the mention of the CEO of the biggest digital solutions provider in the country, my attention is completely seized. “What does she have to do with Vasiliev?”
“Well first of all, the Vasiliev that called is not Harold Vasiliev, but the chairman himself, Sasha. Apparently, their VP was at the Breckenridge event last week and after your keynote address, he returned to them bearing good tidings. They want to sign with us, but his father still has a stick up his ass, so he wants to meet with you first.”
I take a few moments of silence to process all the information. “Who did he call? And why wasn’t it immediately forwarded to my office?”
“I have no clue. Your secretary should know the answer to this.”

The inefficiency bothers me immensely, so I immediately pick up the intercom phone. “Blair, why didn’t the call from Cognizant come directly to my office?”
The line goes completely silent, so it’s clear to me then that she is probably not even aware of whom Cognizant is. “Fix this,” I say and end the call.
“Could you be a bit more polite when you speak to her?”
This commentary completely takes me by surprise. At first, I feel concern that my curtness to her borderlines on rude but when I realize just how much anxiety this concern stirs inside of me, I immediately check myself. My irritation is then directed at Allen. “Are you kidding me? Is this kindergarten?”
“No, sir,” Allen replies with a smile, completely unfazed.
I wonder how he almost always remains so carefree. I have only ever seen him gloomy once, and that was when his father passed away. At the time, it had immensely worried me that his loss would keep him in that state permanently but thankfully he had bounced back. Thus, I have learned to appreciate his cheer as a part of who he is, where once I used to be somewhat irritated.
I’m about to return to work when I realize that he still has not answered my question so I repeat it, “What does Vasiliev have to do with her?”
“Oh, that. I just thought to bring up the idea that perhaps you should allow her to play a major role in this one. Sasha is notorious for being especially difficult when he’s dealing with men, but I hear that when women are involved, he folds like a cheap chair.
“That can’t be right,” I say. “A man who is that easily affected cannot have built Cognizant.”
“Exactly. But Cognizant didn't rise to its current status until a few years ago when Harold took over as CEO. I've heard though that regardless, he still gives Sasha a hard time, hence the infamous moniker of him having a stick up his ass.”
I go silent again to think.
Allen watches me for a little while. Then with a tap on the desk, he rises to his feet. “I hope you’ll consider her, but of course, no pressure.”
“No pressure? Didn’t you come in here ready to hold a gun to my head till I agreed to let her participate? But now that you heard she failed her test, your confidence in her is shaky?”
He turns to face me. “You know you instantly lose fifty percent of your coolness when you make things up, right?”

I harden my gaze on him, but still can’t help but ask, “Why do you like her so much? You’ve been her advocate from day one. Is there something that I don’t know about?”
“She's hot,” he says.
My response is simple, “Say that again and I’ll fire you.” He laughs loudly.
For his sake, I hope that his ‘hot’ comment is a joke.
“I’m playing with you. I just like her because she’s a goofball, just like I am while everyone else around here is walking around with a stiff neck and a frozen face.” He holds out his hand to point at me. “Case in point, she’s a breath of fresh air that I appreciate.”
“She’s a goofball?” My mind goes back to the serious faced and somewhat awkward woman that I have reached the extent of physical intimacy with, but I just can’t picture the image of cheer and playfulness that he is conjuring. This can only mean then that she is either excessively tolerant with him, or she is especially cold towards me. I’m not sure though which of those scenarios makes my stomach churn more.
“Yes she is, but I figure that you’ll soon chase that warmth out of her with your chill. Just a note of warning though, if I see that start to happen… I’ll immediately transfer her to a different department.”
“You figure? And why not just make her your secretary then? Right now? Why wait?”
“You can’t get rid of her that easily and Meredith would murder me. We made a pact a long time ago that I can only have unattractive male secretaries.”
“Why do the male secretaries have to be unattractive too?” I ask.
He raises his brows in a suggestive expression. He then proceeds to explain what I can’t even fathom, “In a past life, I may have been bi, until I met Meredith of course.”
I’m sure he’s joking but the shock on my face is as set as concrete.
“If I hear a word of this from any other soul,” he threatens. “I will hurt you, and then resign.”
I finally get over some of my shock and I can’t help teasing him, “You’re joking? Is that why you’re always hanging around me? I used to wonder what your constant pull towards me was all about but now I think things are beginning to make sense. For the record, I'm flattered.”
Allen rolls his eyes at me as he takes his leave. “With all due respect sir, shut up.” He exits the office. I can barely suppress my amusement.



have nearly wrung all the blood from my hands by the time Allen comes out of Grady’s office. The moment he appears, I immediately jump to my feet but still try my best to
compose myself. “Did he ask? About the test?” Once again, he mocks me with a smile.
“I swear, I still don’t know how I failed the test. I didn't even realize what it was until it was over.”
“Forget about the test,” he says. “There’s a new account that might be coming in and it’s a big one. I just suggested to your boss to have you on it, but I don’t know if that’ll do anything. You were able to get yourself on the last one, so perhaps you have some tricks up your sleeve?”
“Oh,” is my response, at the sudden information. “This is about Cognizant right?” “It is.”