Chapter 37
NATHAN
This meeting is going to be even more of a challenge now.
"Try wearing something uglier next time," I say, sitting on the edge of the bed, frustrated. She approaches, puts her hands on my shoulders, and straddles me. I close my eyes. Is she kidding?
"Oh, my God! You just told me to stop, and now you want me to control myself with you like this?" She puts my hands on her waist. "Stop, or else..." I open my eyes, facing her diabolical smile.
"I was just going to say that if you manage to close a good deal, we can celebrate later. Now let's go!" She gets up.
"I need a few minutes." I needed to take care of the problem inside my pants. Which would be much easier with her help.
"For what?"
"I'll be down in a minute."
"You're not going to do what I'm thinking, are you?" She tries to hold back her laughter.
"How do you expect me to leave this room like this?"
"You're not a little boy, Ryan! Let's go! The driver is already waiting."
"With your help, we could solve this in two minutes." She laughs.
"The answer is no."
"If you're not going to help me, let me handle it alone."
"We don't have time for that." I stand up, irritated. Considering the possibility of grabbing her and fucking her. But she's right, we don't have time. I pass by her.
"Ryan?"
"What?" I stare at her face, and she looks at the bulge in my pants, trying to hold back her laughter.
"Maybe you should wear tighter underwear," she suggests. I hold myself back from strangling her. Dammit. This meeting is going to be a nightmare. Maybe I should keep her away from my business.
"At Phillips Media, Mr. Phillips' secretary leads us to the meeting room, where three executives are waiting for us. One of them, the youngest I believe, devours my assistant with his eyes. I see him give a wide smile to Kate as he shakes her hand. Relax, Ryan, she's yours.
Relax, Ryan, she's yours." Kate, as always, remains indifferent to any advances, just as she did with me on the night we met. Does she not realize how attractive she is? Does she not see the absurd number of men who would give anything for a night with her? Or is she playing innocent? Her gaze meets mine, and she smiles. Is she mocking me? Why is she so cruel? Shit, Ryan, you're losing it, she's going to drive you crazy.
Minutes later, Mr. Phillips arrives, and we begin the meeting. But at some point, I lose myself and start watching her every move. I imagine taking off that dress. I imagine her beautiful bare breasts and her lips around my cock. My cock, was still throbbing. When this is over, I'm going to fuck her so hard that... Damn, I shouldn't be thinking about fucking her, I need to focus on business.
"Mr. Ryan?"
"What?" She stares at me, sitting next to me.
"Are you okay?"
"What do you think?"
"That you're not paying attention."
"How do you want me to pay attention when I have a big problem in the middle of my legs?" I growl softly.
"They're analyzing the proposal. I think it's going to work."
"Whatever." She doesn't give a damn about me. I feel her hand resting on my thigh. Is she toying with me? She slides it up... Fuck! I suppress a moan, feeling her hand brush against my cock over the fabric of my pants. I swallow hard, wishing she would increase the pressure of her touch, but she removes it when one of the executives addresses us. No. No.
She shakes her head at him, and he goes back to discussing with the others. What did he say? I see her grab a pen and one of the sheets in front of her. She writes something down and then passes it to me. It's written in the corner of the sheet:
*You should focus more on your business.*
*PS:. My panties are wet.*
God! This wasn't going to work. I'd have to keep her away from my important meetings.
"What were you imagining while I was showing the slides?" She murmurs in an almost inaudible sound. I take my hand to her thigh under the table. She inhales and removes my hand, looking at me with a disapproving gaze. I grab it again and don't let her remove it. I slide my hand under the fabric of her dress, going up. Her breathing changes when I find the fabric of her panties. God! She's completely wet. She squeezes her thighs.
"Okay!"
The executives turn their attention back to us. She removes my hand abruptly, becoming pale.
"So?" I clear my throat.
"I think we're in agreement."
"Great," I say. I look at Kate, her face is now more flushed and she sports a smile. "Can we move on with the next terms now?" I ask them.
We all leave the meeting room together. The two executives say goodbye and head back to work, while the younger executive persistently tries to flirt with Kate, while I converse with Mr. Phillips. He was already getting on my nerves. Kate seemed to be completely ignoring his advances, at least that's what I hoped she was doing.
"Do you and your secretary want to have lunch with me?"
"Sorry, we have an urgent commitment." Sorry, Mr. Phillips, but I have a girl to fuck.
"Okay. Ryan, I'm having a dinner party at my house tonight. Would you like to join us? Can I count on you?"
"I think so. Miss Collins?" She says goodbye to the jerk before coming over to us.
"Yes?"
"Mr. Phillips is inviting us to a dinner party at his house tonight."
"Of course! It will be a pleasure!" She smiles.
"Great! Then I'll see you tonight!" He says goodbye, finally leaving us alone.
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