2. Creative director

Dean's POV:

As soon as my dad notices me, he waves me over. "Hey Dean, come here. I would like to introduce you to our new creative director," his voice sounds all excited.

She stands up immediately and turns my direction. For a second, her face drops, but it recovers very fast as she speaks up with a tiny smirk. "Hey there again."

"You have already met?" My dad asks, curious.

"Sort of." I grit out and add mumbling "You must be fucking kidding me." Letting it sink in for a moment I turn to my dad, "I thought the new creative director was going to be a man." That's what he last told me anway and I was more than happy having to work together with a male instead of all these hormonal women constantly forgetting what they are supposed to do as soon as I enter the room.

I shouldn't have let him choose, while I was on a business trip in Dubai. Fuck! Now I am stuck with this bitch. At least I guess this one will be able to keep her mind set, as she doesn't seem fazed by me at all. She looks too young to be a creative director though.

"Rich daddy, or slept your way up?" I address to her as soon as my dad is occupied.

"Excuse me, you cunt said what?" Did she just dare to call me a cunt?

"Listen to me bitch, I don't care how the hell you got the job, whether you slept with my father," gross I hope she didn't, "someone else from the headboard. Or your super daddy paid a great fund to get you into this business, if you don't do your work decently I will fire you personally."

I see she is about to fire back, and for some fucked up reason I would even like to know what she would respond, as her eyes to my fascination don't seem scared in any kind of way, they kind of look like they are burning. But my dad turns to us before she can speak up.

"Sorry, I actually forgot to introduce you decently, or have you done this in the meantime?"

Her face gets a sweet, innocent look about her, while she stretches out her hand to me.

"Hi, I'm Kiara Summers, and as you have caught on your new creative director. Pleased to meet you." Oh, she likes to play. She can have that.

"Hi, my name is Dean Arlington, and I'm your boss as you may have already caught on." I put on my fakest smile and shake her hand.

One thing I have learned as a hard business partner, how to use my natural authority aura, which intimidates people to jump when I expect them to do so. Everyone, except for this woman. And how to fake smiles when needed. Both grant my success.

The meeting is mostly the dead boring usual thing. Once it's my turn, I explain how I am intending to invest in a new technology. As the ecology and sustainability has become a more and more important subject to a lot of people worldwide. And the awareness for its importancy is rising, people are prepared to invest more money into these products.

I have found a small company here in England engineering on a new type of battery, which lasts about five times as long as all the batteries which are on the market at the moment and don't need any lithium. To top it off, it's fully recycable and doesn't need any rare materials destroying our planet more. So it's saving our planet in two ways.

"So you do give a damn about some things," Kiara chuckles once the meeting is over.

"Just because I don't give a fuck about you, doesn't mean I don't give a fuck about our planet. Besides it's a good business, and I'm always for a good business deal, that's how I make my money." Which is only half lied, I don't really give a fuck about the money, I have more than enough to last for the next ten generations. Granted I wanted any next generation.

"Sure, surprises me a spoiled brat like you even works," she nearly spits out.

Yeah, perhaps she was trying to sound polite with her first sentence and I could have been a little less harsh, but I'm known to be harsh and this woman needs to be put into her place. Again, I feel like seething as she doesn't seem to budge one little bit. When my dad asks her to stay on for a one on one talk, I take my chance to escape.

I need to get away from this woman who is about to get my full rage. Rushing through the building, I'm wondering how to calm myself down. The fucking gym we have here is being renovated, but I need somekind of vent right now.

Trish comes walking over to me, her hips fully swaying again. The only really attractive thing about her, decent hips, and the ass is ok, too. Fuck my dad's and my own rules about ever having it off with someone at work again. I know the last time ended bad, but that was something totally different.

"Trish, my office now." I demand before I am able to think twice about it. She's been asking for it so long anyway, and what happened was kind of her fault too, so suck it.

As soon as we enter the office, I close the blindfolds. Trish's eyes light up with surprise and excitement. My hands land on her hips, guiding her to my desk.

"I've been waiting for this a long time," she whispers while reaching for my belt. Well, I haven't, but your needy ass will have to do for now. Thank god she can't hear my thoughts.

Pushing her skirt up I'm not surprised she isn't wearing any underware, she's a needy little slut. For a fact I know of at least eight guys just working for me, she's had it off with during working hours. Seems like I pay her more to be a whore than for the work she should be doing but seldom does. For a moment I did want to fuck her, but this seems like a little put off for me right now. Who knows whom else she might fuck today, or already has.

Before she can even start kissing me, I speak up. "I don't have any condoms here, any suggestions?"

Sure as fuck I am not fucking her without a condom, whether she's on birth control or not, as I don't intend to catch any std from her. But from the others I know what she gladly does.

"I'll suck you off, Dean. It will be my pleasure." Sure, it will, I think to myself. "Next time, you can bring condoms," she suggests.

"This is a one off-thing Trish. But I can make you come without fucking you, if you want", please say no, please say no, I desperately plead to myself.

"It's ok, Dean. I'll suck you off so well you will want to have the full package the next time." She says, falling to her knees while I lean against my desk. Sure, Trish, believe whatever you want, as long as you get started.

I must admit she knows what she is doing. It doesn't take her too long to get me hard, seeing as she isn't my type. I guess it's not too bad. I close my eyes, trying to imagine someone from my past doing this. Just as she takes me three quarter of the length into her mouth, a light knock at the door appears.

"Come back in ten minutes," I groan out loud in annoyance.

Before I can realize, I haven't locked the door, it swings open, and a disgusted Kiara is looking straight into my face.

"What about, in ten minutes, didn't you get?" I yell loud enough, for probably the whole section to hear it through the open door.

Trish is still kneeling in front of me as Kiara starts speaking. "Well, too bad. I am here to do my job for which I am being paid by your dad and not to watch some live porn. So wrap it up so we can get to work, " her voice is strong and almost a tad bit intimidating.

For the first time in life, I seem to be speechless for a few seconds. Once realizing I am still standing here with my pants and boxers down to my ankles, I regain my composure and talk a little quieter than the first time.

"Could you leave, close the door, and come back in five minutes?"

"So you can finish off? No way, besides, he doesn't look like he fancies finishing anyway. I've seen you naked now, so don't be shy while dressing up. At least if I'm here, I know you will hurry up."

"You fucking serious? This is my office, and I am your boss."

"I don't care, I am being well paid to do a job, which I currently can't full fill due to your dick issues. So get your act together so we can finally get down to work."

This woman can't be serious, can she? And dick issues? I'll show you how much dick issues I have.