Chapter 72 - Emily

**EMILY**

“Ah, Ms. Saron,” Emily was greeted by Alexander’s personal assistant. “Mr. Fitzpatrick, Mr. Rensen and Ms. Morgenthal have been expecting you.”
Emily didn’t even know the assistant’s name; she had never had anything to do with her. But there was no doubt that she was beautiful. Emily felt small and insignificant next to the woman. She wore a gray suit, a high, severe bun as always, and classic black pumps. She felt underdressed because Alexander’s assistant was wearing an extremely figure-hugging midnight blue minidress with stylish white cuffs on the sleeves and neckline, and elegant silver high heels. She looked sexy - and Emily felt jealousy rising in her.
The assistant walked to the door of the boss’s office, hips swaying, and knocked. After a “come in,” she opened the door and stuck her head in. “Ms. Saron is here.”
“Have her come in,” Alexander’s voice said, and Emily’s heart leapt into her throat.
The assistant took a step back and smiled, making room for Emily. Emily smiled back, though she would have preferred to run away in tears. But she was an accountant, and there was no room for tears or flight. She quickly entered the room and tried to breathe consciously. Her pulse was racing and her ears were ringing.
“Ah, wonderful, Ms. Saron, I’m glad you could come right away.” Alexander stood and came around his desk to meet her. He held out his hand, and she automatically raised hers. When he brought her hand to his lips, she gasped in shock. Something was wrong. Did he really not recognize her?
An elderly man and woman, certainly in their forties, came up from a group of seats to greet her with a handshake. This made her realize that the hand kiss had been unusual. Everything here seemed wrong to her. What was going on?
“Come, let’s sit down. There’s a lot to talk about.” Alexander took her by the waist and led her to the seating area. He pulled her right next to him on the two-seater, which made her stomach tingle again. What was he up to?
“What is this about?” Emily finally dared to ask. It didn’t seem as if Alexander wanted to let her go.
“Well, Mr. Fitzpatrick asked me to take action on your behalf yesterday,” the woman explained.
Emily looked irritated. She knew that Ms. Morgenthal and Mr. Rensen had worked for the company on several occasions. The attorneys were part of the regular team at Fitzpatrick Designs. There were always clients who thought they could claim damages for one reason or another. And anything involving money ended up in the accounting department.
“I don’t understand, Ms. Morgenthal,” Emily said.
“You were forced by Mr. Oliver Daron to be a hostess for your CEO, Mr. Alexander Fitzpatrick.”
Suddenly, Emily tensed and licked her lips nervously. So he knew and had recognized her. Surely she was in serious trouble now. 
“Don’t lick your lips, dear, or I’ll have to spank you right now,” he suddenly breathed into her ear, making her jump in fright. 
She hastily sat up and moved away from him. “What’s going on here? Am I going to be fired for working two jobs at once? According to my employment contract, I am allowed to take a second job that does not conflict with my work as an accountant. And being a hostess does not conflict with that.” She caught her breath and looked up at him. There was a glint in his eyes. Was he really thinking about sex while she was worrying about her job? “And anyway - how do you know I’m a hostess and a bookkeeper?”
“You left your clutch in my car,” he explained with a smile. “I’m a man, not a saint, so I checked the contents.”
“You’ve known who I am for weeks and you didn’t say anything?” She jumped to her feet and glared at him indignantly.
“I thought it appropriate to give you a chance to tell me yourself,” he replied.
Mr. Rensen cleared his throat and interrupted the exchange. “Please let us continue. It seems we’ve taken over Ms. Saron’s case, Mr. Fitzpatrick, even though she doesn’t want us to. That could lead to unpleasantness.”
“Well,” Ms. Morgenthal objected, “not to you, dear colleague, just to me. After all, my firm worked for Ms. Saron at Mr. Fitzpatrick’s request.”
Emily looked indecisively at the sofa, but then sat down. “What exactly have you done on my behalf, Ms. Morgenthal?”
And now the lawyers explained the strategy they had devised to stop the DarEnd-Agency from making some of its more dubious acquisitions.
“We expect Mr. Daron to contact you this morning to arrange a meeting,” Ms. Morgenthal explained.
“We advise you not to meet with him,” Mr. Rensen added.
“At least not alone.” Alexander looked at them seriously. “He’s going to try to convince you that it wasn’t as bad as all that and that his company will go bankrupt if you don’t withdraw your lawsuit.”
“Is that so?” Emily looked questioningly. “Will Ms. Enders be out of a job if we go through with this? The lawyers nodded, and that was enough for Emily. “No, I’m sorry, Ms. Morgenthal, Mr. Rensen. I am perfectly willing to let Mr. Daron convince me to remove my attorney from the case. Not to mention the fact that I never hired one in the first place.”
“Well, in that case, the two of you should discuss whether both threats of legal action should be withdrawn. You can let us know when you have come to an agreement.” Mr. Rensen stood. Only Ms. Morgenthal remained seated.
“Ms. Saron, I need you to sign some papers stating that you have authorized me to represent you.” 
Both women looked at each other. Emily didn’t back down and showed no weakness. “I’ll read through everything before I sign. I should have done this a few weeks ago.”
The lawyer nodded, gathered her things and followed her colleague out of the office. Alexander showed her to the door, then told his assistant that he didn’t want to be disturbed by anyone for the next half hour.
Emily gathered her papers and got up as well. Her department was waiting for her, especially intern Nicole. She couldn’t waste her time with things that had nothing to do with her work.
“Where are you going?” Alexander approached her with soft strides, sounding almost threatening. “I just gave us thirty minutes off.”
She looked at him with big eyes. Her heart began to beat faster and her pulse jumped. What was he going to do? Was he going to treat her as if she were his companion, even here in the company? Her lips parted a little and she sucked in air hastily.
“I have to get back to accounting,” she replied.
“First you have to greet me properly,” he growled, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. “You can put your arms around me when I kiss you.”
She giggled at his command. Though she had no time for such shenanigans, she put the papers back on the table, snuggled closer to his body, and cupped his face before placing her lips on his and welcoming his tongue into her mouth. She had never been happier to feel his tongue, his hands on her bottom and his cock swelling against her stomach.
“Mr. Fitzpatrick, when are you going to fuck me?”
“Not yet, sweetheart, you still belong to the DarEnd-Agency.”
Moaning, she rubbed her stomach against him. He pushed up her tight skirt and grabbed her right leg to wrap it around his hip. Then he thrust his pelvis back and forth to increase her passion. Panting, she tilted her head to offer the curve of her neck to his mouth. He deftly unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse, pushed the fabric aside and began to suck. It felt so good to be touched so intimately by him.
“Oh, yes, Alexander, give me a love bite!” 
He stopped abruptly. “No, Emily, not yet. Not until you are all mine!”
He released her and she pulled down her skirt. She closed the buttons with trembling fingers. Then she picked up her papers and looked back at him. His eyes glowed with desire, but he let her go.
“Have a nice day, Mr. Fitzpatrick,” she said and left his office on shaky knees. She could still hear his farewell growl even after she closed the door behind her.