Lewd thoughts

"Tell me about the.....", The words slipped free, and I bit my tongue. I didn't need to look at him, to feel Ricky's eyes widening and staring holes into the side of my face.

"Oh, miss Rhea, do you have something you want to share?" He purred.
"God, no," I chuckled out on an exhale.

"You know, I did think you had a little glow about you. You getting some action off the stage lately?" He waggled his brows suggestively.
"Shut up, Ricky. You know I don't need anyone when I have my fabulous princely dance partner." I leaned into his side and batted my eyelashes at him.

"I know, I'm like the best prince NYC has ever seen, but I also know I'm not the reason you have that little I -got-laid twinkle in your eye." He sucked his teeth.
"Well, I certainly don't have that."
Ricky had never said that to me the morning after any of my meetings before.

Ricky looked around, watching the other dancers start to clear away the table to leave. "Look, I know some of the other girls are dying for a reason to knock you down, but you don't have to hide from me. I've always had your back, Rhea. You can talk to me, if you need it."

In that moment I wanted to break down. To tell him everything. Just let the floodgates open and tell Ricky the whole story. I felt that burning behind my eyes, tears wanting to be set free but I bit down on the inside of my cheek, hard.

"I know, Ricky. If I had anything to talk about, I would let you know." I held his gaze for a moment, trying to show him genuine sincerity.
Ricky rolled his eyes, calling my bluff but not pushing the subject further. "Come on, swan Queen. Let's get on with the show."

With thataa I took a deep breath and pushed it all down into the darkness pit I could. No feeling and no thoughts or worries. I couldn't worry about Papa or my next interaction with Aleksander.

I had to go on stage, and I had to transform. I had to move and breath the dance and become what everyone wanted me to be.
I was New York's top ballerina. I was Odette. I was the swan Queen.
This was all I ever wanted to be.

A dancer.
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|ALEKSANDER'S POV|

Every office has a different air on Fridays. The employees who don't work on the weekend all gear up for whatever extravagant. Plans they have in the big city or whatever silly little things they're going to take their families to.

Fridays never made much of a difference to me anymore. Not after all the nights and weekends I took my work home or slept on the couch in my office to get the project done. I didn't get the title I have by taking weekends off.
But this one was different. Now I knew that tonight, there would be a woman under my roof. A woman as beautiful as any star with skin I was dying to set my lips to. Thinking of burying myself between her thighs was the main thing getting me through my day now. It didn't matter that she might get back late after tonight's performance. I could wait up for her.

Should I have Antonio grab dinner for her? Or perhaps I could make something. It had been so long since I'd eaten a meal with anyone in my home, and the thought of Rhea's company made me ready to leave the office.

I caught myself checking the time on my watch again. A miserable groan left me as I agonized over how slow the time was moving today. For the first time in a long time, it felt like a Friday to me. I had something to look forward to.

A knock on my office door roused me from my musing, and I angled my head up to glare at whoever pulled me from my day dreams of Rhwa. The sight of Harriet aa leaning in the doorway with a lewd smile on her face, biting her bottom lip, made me wish I had worked at home today.

Ever since the last time I let her get under my desk, she had grown bolder. It was disheartening, because she really was a rather good assistant when there wasn't a cock in her mouth.

Knowing who I would be going home, I certainly didn't want it to be mine in her mouth today. There wasn't even in a stirring in my pants when Harriet swayed towards my desk.

"Hi, Mr Makalov," she whispered. "You look awfully bored all alone in here."

"Certainly." My tone was short.
"Do you not have anything to work on?", I pulled on the mask of a boss who didn't have time to deal with nonsense and hoped that Harriet could pick up on it.

"Well, sir, it's nearly the end of the day and I've worked so hard." She emphasized the last word, letting her eyes wander down my chest to the prize she was expecting under my belt.

"If you don't have anything else to work on, go ahead and leave for the day. I'm very busy right now and can't be disturbed." I clacked on my keyboard and pretended to reply to emails.

"Are you sure? You seem a bit stressed." She placed her hands on the edge of the desk and leaned over, pushing up her cleavage in her low cut blouse. Her breasts were much larger than Rhea's, but I realized I didn't care.

Then I started thinking about how Rhea's beasts fit perfectly in the palm of my hand, as if they were molded for me. Her rose pink nipples always looked so kissable, and I wanted to suck on them for hours. Those thoughts finally woke my dick up, and I frowned at myself.

"Even if I am, it's alright. I'd like to be alone, Harriet." I clipped each of my words, ensuring that I sounded harsh. She finally stiffened and stood up straight.