Command Me, Mr. CEO

Petra

He took my lips into his mouth aggressively, fingers tangled into my hair as he backed me up against the wall.

He pried my lips apart and pushed his tongue inside my mouth, licking and sucking on my tongue at a desperate, almost frantic pace. 

I moaned and pressed my thighs together to try and relieve some of the unbearable pressure building up between my legs.

His other hand dropped from the wall and cupped my teenage breast through my thin red polo top. Dalton pinched my nipples and squeezed my moulds. Hard. I gasped into his mouth and automatically rolled my hips against his hard length. 

We heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen. He broke apart, both of us panting. 

He grunted, taking a step back. Brushing his hair backward with his fingers, he gave me the look that says 'i'm not fucking done with you yet' before walking to the refrigerator, rummaging through it in a pretense of looking for something. 

I made for the sink filled with dirty dishes pilled up like a mountain that I was too lazy to climb and began  washing. 

The door swinged open and Dad walked in. He looked between Dalton and I, “is everything okay in here?”

Dalton unscrewing the lid of the water bottle he took out of the fridge, “Yeah. Totally fine. I was just getting some water.”  

“I thought I heard some noise coming from here.” He said, looking at me for explanation. 

My hands were shaking with fear as to how much he must have heard.

How do I begin to explain making out with his own friend, and in our kitchen. 

"I em… eh... Dad, it must be the… eh.” I stuttered. 

“The television…” Dalton cuts in. “i think it must have come from the television.” He nervously gave a humourless laughter. "I was watching football earlier. I may have forgotten to turn it off."

“The television, huh?” He suspiciously looked at the both of us.

My Dad’s stare caused my heart to thud loudly in my chest. Does he know something?  suddenly, a soft smile spread across his face and he hummed. “Dalton, why don’t you join me for a drink.”

“Right behind you…” I felt his own relieve as he followed my Dad out of the kitchen.  

It was the first and the last time Dalton ever kissed. He had avoided me. Told me our feeling for each other is forbidden. 

His words broke my heart. He shattered my dreams and turned my life upside. Leaving me with no directions. 

He may have forgotten about me, but I never forgot him. Five fucking years, and he was all I ever thought of.  

We haven't seen or communicate in a long time and Knowing that I was going to see him again  after this many years  resonated something inside of me – something dark and sinful.

I had just graduated from college with a pretty new degree in Mass Communication and a head full of dreams, but there I was,  uninspired and disillusioned.

Nothing made sense to me anymore. Except him. I came back for him – to show him how much of a lady I’ve become.  That I was ready to fight all odds just to be with him. 

I couldn’t help but wrap my hands while i went up, up, in the elevator, imagining what he’d look like now. If he’d still be hot and sexy. If he still got abs that made my core drip at the sight of his naked form. If he still got grey hairs dotting his stubbles. If his ice blue eyes are still able to freeze me.

The elevator dinged, signaling I’d reached his office floor.  

When the door opened, I let out the breath I’d been holding.

Am i ready to see him again? I wasn’t sure... but, Dalton and I had unfinished business.

I pulled my tight black skirt up above my knees, leaving my long legs exposed. I left one button of my white shirt open and pushed my boobs up to reveal my cleavages before stepping out of the elevator and into the hall.

The aim was to show a little skin to tease him.

Dalton had done so well for himself over the last couple of years. He became everything I’m not. He was commanding, experienced, and totally in control. He’s traveled the world, met big and important people, made big business decisions while I was still finishing from college and doing an internship in an Advertising agency.

I  steeled myself as I head for the door. Each footfall felt like one step closer to my ruination.

I continued down the hall, along white marble floors, and entered a large Reception room. The sight of luxurious, expensive interiors made me freeze.

I’d never expected to meet the, CEO of Ambre Constructions, the biggest construction company in Las Vegas in such a lavished office.

Dalton went from being a simple man who drove in Toyota  to becoming a super rich man with a garage filled with different brands of luxurious cars. How Incredible.

I shot myself out of my reverie and I approached the front desk.  “I am here to see Mr. Winchester”. I said to the receptionist. “Petra Hernandez, from Sydney Ad Agency. He is expecting me.”

Did I tell you I wanted to become a television presenter? Oh yeah… but that dream was thrown out the window the moment I figured it won't  get me anywhere close to Dalton. 

I needed a job that'd make me work closely beside him and Ad Agency seemed like the perfect thing. I got to be in charge of his creative and media team. 

“Ah, yes. His nine o'clock is running late, but he said to send you in. Follow me.” The Reception said.

I whooshed out a breath to stay  cool, calm, and collected as she led me through the halls of Ambre – and when I entered into his office – the man I’d come to see leaned with his hand on one of those tall glass windows, staring out at the city like an emperor overseeing his kingdom.

An impeccable sky-blue suit framed his broad shoulders and dipped down to narrow his hips, before  hugging his nicely rounded ass.

When he turned and our eyes met,  my reaction to him was immediate and potent.

The full force of his presence hit me in the gut like a fire bursting into life from the strike of a match. He was still hot as hell. Never seen a sexier fourty two year old.

Like a lion, his stare was fierce as he appraised me from top to bottom. He gave the exact reaction I expected, and then I realized Nothing had changed in the way he looks at me.

He gave me a small smile that didn’t quiet reach his eyes, “Sit” he gestured me toward a chair.

Fuck! That hoarse voice was my weakness. How does he have so much power with just the sound of his voice? He said only a word, one word, and his voice washed over me.

He was the man every girl dreamed about. The one that I had a mad crush on the second I realized what it meant to feel for a man.

I sat across the table and extended my file to him. I dropped my bag on a chair next to me and i crossed one leg over the other, trying to appear as professional as possible just so he’d regard me as an adult.  

Good thing I had figure that belonged on a late twenties and I dressed the part with a full face beat and a red lipstick.

I had lots of questions like; why he disappeared and  cut communications , but now was not the right time.

Ever since I entered his office, he hadn’t looked – no… he did look at me but not in a way a man looks at a woman he is interested in. He was keeping things professional. 

I watched as he scanned through my papers and his eyes finally coming back to rest on mine. Light and darkness played in his eyes and for a moment, I forgot to breath under the weight of those eyes.

He studied me for a moment in a way that felt calculated.  “If I offer you this contract, what will you give me in return?”

My heart did a tiny flip and I began to sweat

under the cool room. “What – what do you mean?”

"What will Ambre stand to benefit, Petra” My name rolled off his tongue like a sip of expensive red wine. Like he owned the right to it.

Of course I know what he meant. The slut inside of me wished it was my body in exchange for the contract.

I would gladly give anything to have him splay me on his desk and take me mercilessly, pounding into me with a punishing pace for all the stress I put him through few years ago.

I swallowed, “Business Focus and Growth?” I managed to mutter, unsure.

He snorted. “Your father told me how important this deal is to you as an intern… don’t blow it.”  He said sternly. Almost like a warning. 

“Does that mean…” I made to ask.

But before I could complete the sentence, “ Yes. The deal is yours, Petra.”

He got up and walked towards a black leather couch at the corner of the office. Mr. Dalton sat on the couch across from me and spread one arm along the back. He rested an ankle on his knee in the perfect picture of poise and calm control.

“If you need assistance with anything regarding executing this project efficiently, you can call the office.”

Of course I'd be needed assistance with so much more. So much that he cannot even imagine.

"Does that mean I get to come here anytime?” I asked, giving a soft smile.

He didn’t smile back, rather, his deep eyes flicked over my face, but this time the move seemed more calm than rigid. “No. Only when you need assistance.” he said coldly.

The smile that curved my lips is not that of someone who landed a big contract, it was one of victory. 

When I heard he came back, I knew the easiest way I could get to him was through this deal and my plan worked out perfectly.

“Thank you, Mr. Winchester.” 

He nodded slowly, like a man in no kind of a hurry, a man with nothing to lose and with the luxury of time on his side.

"I'd like to invite you over this weekend. My Dad and I, We’d like to have you over for dinner…  you know, to properly thank you?” I raised an eyebrow questioningly, not sure the reply he'd give. 

We were interrupted by a gorgeous blonde who stood by the entrance of the office. “Sorry to interrupt Sweetheart, but the  car has arrived for our meeting over lunch at Villa Monte”.

Sweetheart? Are they a thing? My world seized. I took a deep breath, trying to channel some of that calm control for myself, even if I only pretended. I was perfectly happy to fake it, even if I would never make it.

Dalton nodded to her, then turned his attention back to me. “See you by weekend… for the dinner... of course.”