Chapter 3: The Envelope.

Sebastian's POV

I hope Lydia liked the gift I gave her, I said while my eyes slightly burying at my computer and the other trailing to my phone.

The thought had been sitting at the back of my mind for most of the evening, refusing to disappear no matter how many times I tried to redirect my attention toward work. The office was unusually quiet, the kind of quiet that made every small sound noticeable, from the faint hum of the air conditioner to the occasional movement of traffic several floors below the windows.

My computer was filled with numbers.

Bar charts.

Pie charts.

Expense reports.

Quarterly projections.

Figures that normally demanded my complete attention were now nothing more than colorful shapes on a screen because every few seconds my eyes wandered toward the phone resting beside my keyboard.

I only texted Lydia in my office phone to prevent Isabelle from snooping into business. She has no reason snooping.

It wasn't that I thought Isabelle was incapable of respecting privacy. It was simply that I couldn't afford to leave anything where it could be discovered accidentally. There were things that needed to remain separate, and Lydia was one of them.

My eyes drained of looking at the bar charts and pie charts of the company's expenses.

“Ugh!” I said as I pushed aside the computer laying lit on my face.

The chair rolled backward slightly as I leaned into it, staring at the ceiling for a moment. I had spent the better part of the evening sitting behind this desk, pretending that work was the reason I hadn't gone home yet, even though the truth was far more complicated.

My hand found my phone.

I should text her.

The thought came almost immediately.

My thumb moved across the screen.

“How are you baby, haven't heard from you all day, how's that pretty pussy feeling after what happened” I said, “too forward!” I said as I deleted the last bit just enough for the text to say “how are you baby”.

I stared at the message for another second before sending it.

It was safer that way.

Simple.

Nothing that could cause unnecessary questions if someone happened to see it.

I flung the phone to the desk.

For a moment, I returned my attention to the computer, though I already knew I wasn't going to get much work done.

“Sir it's getting late.”

My secretary walked in.

Amanda is an intern for a state university that I hired after just an interview, it wasn't because she was talented that I hired her. It was what was sitting on her chest, those huge lump of pure tissues.

It jiggled with every step she took.

A sight to behold.

She walked farther into the office, carrying herself with the confidence of someone who already knew she had my attention. Her heels made quiet sounds against the polished floor, each step bringing her closer while my concentration drifted further away from the computer.

“It's late,” she repeated, standing near the desk.

I glanced at the clock.

She was right.

“Oh, Amanda come over here and get me the coffee at the dispensary”...

It wasn't far from me. I just wanted her to walk closer and bend over, just enough for me to see the print of her panties.

“Okay, boss” she said, her lips laced with huge red lipstick twitched, her tongue swerving through it when she said boss.

My cock twitched.

She knew exactly what she was doing, we've made out a couple times.

When I'm stressed in the office she was my umm.. how would I say it “antidepressants”.

She strides over to the dispensary, slow and steady just enough to make her huge breast jiggle.

The tension that had been hanging around the office all evening suddenly felt different.

Work was still scattered across my desk, the computer still displayed figures that needed reviewing, and there were still several calls I hadn't returned, but Amanda had successfully managed to pull my attention away from all of it.

She stood over me, bent down her top body going lower while her ass raised up almost too close.

She grabbed the coffee and handed it to me.

Her gaze trailed down to my crotch.

A spit growled down her throat.

She moved closer, maintaining eye contact, it was warm and gentle, her hands moving across my cock, she sat at the edge of the table, just enough to perk her back forward and host her boobs more.

Now two buttons undone just enough to see beyond the cleavage.

Sweat gathered around my forehead, I drooled at the scenery, all I knew was that I wanted her, bare on the table.

Her ass spread so wide with her moaning whatever she had the strength left to say.

The office suddenly felt much smaller.

The expensive desk that had been buried beneath paperwork and financial statements had become nothing more than something between us, while the rest of the world seemed to have disappeared beyond the closed doors.

For several moments, nothing else mattered.

Not the company.

Not the reports.

Not the phone.

Not even the message I had just sent Lydia.

Only the moment in front of me existed.

“Sabestian” a voice called out.

Within a dash Amanda dressed herself up, my cock went cold as her hands redrew from it.

The interruption shattered the atmosphere instantly.

Amanda straightened herself, hurriedly fixing her clothes and smoothing her appearance until she once again looked like the professional intern who had simply been delivering coffee to her boss.

I adjusted myself in the chair, clearing my throat as the office door opened.

It was my friend and business partner.

He always had a flair for the dramatic.

“Frank, hey how are you?” I said my face narrowed, my brows drying off as I damped it with the handkerchief set out on the table.

Frank stepped inside with the casual confidence of someone who had known me long enough to recognize when something was happening even before anyone said it aloud.

His eyes shifted briefly toward Amanda.

Then toward me.

Then back toward Amanda.

“Great tits that one” Frank said, we both erupted in laughter, he came closer and poured a glass of wine in the cup laying close to the dispensary.

Amanda gave me one final look before turning toward the door.

“I'll be on my way boss” Amanda said with a half way nod she peeled off the office.

The door closed behind her.

Frank took a slow sip of his wine.

“So sabestian, why are you still in the office this late?” Frank said, resting a glass of wine in my hands.

“You know, a lot of work,” I shrugged off Frank could see through it.

He always could.

We had been friends long enough for him to recognize the difference between my genuine work face and the one I wore when I wanted someone to stop asking questions.

“wife trouble huh” he asked.

I let out a soft grin in confirmation of what he had said.

Frank leaned back, watching me over the edge of his glass.

He didn't need me to explain.

There were some things between Isabelle and me that had become complicated long before tonight, and Frank had witnessed enough of my behavior to know when my mind wasn't entirely focused on the marriage I was supposed to be protecting.

My phone remained on the desk.

The screen was dark.

No reply from Lydia.

I glanced toward it again.

Frank noticed.

Of course he did.

But this time, he didn't comment.

Instead, he reached inside his jacket.

“Here look.”

He flung a piece of envelope to the desk.

The envelope landed directly in front of me.

I stared at it.

There was a symbol on it.

Not a name.

Not a letterhead.

Just a symbol.

But I knew exactly what it represented.

In the corporate world that logo was worshipped and now it was sitting just inches across me.

My expression changed.

Whatever had been left of the amusement from Amanda's interruption disappeared.

Frank's face had changed too.

He wasn't smiling anymore.

I reached toward the envelope but stopped before my fingers touched it.

There were certain names in business that carried weight.

There were certain organizations that didn't need introductions.

And there were certain symbols that could turn an ordinary evening into something much more serious.

I looked at Frank.

He said nothing.

Neither did I.

The silence between us stretched.

I looked back at the envelope.

My mind immediately started working through every possibility, every deal, every conversation, every person who could have sent something bearing that symbol.

I could only mean two things.

One of which I desperately wish it wasn't.