The elevator doors slid shut, and I gasped for air as hot tears rolled down my cheeks. The car shuddered as it started moving, and for a moment, I felt like the floor dropped out from underneath me, that everything was slipping away. And maybe it was.
I took a deep breath and wiped my face as the elevator slowed to a stop. Someone from the next floor down was getting on, and I didn’t want a stranger to see me crying. I worked here, after all. It would be no good for the whole company to know that Mr. Drake’s new assistant was weeping in the elevator.
The doors slid open, and I shuffled back to make room, my eyes downcast. The doors slid shut, but instead of pushing the button for the floor he wanted, the man who entered slammed his hand onto the red “stop” button.
“Don’t run from me like that again,” Mr. Drake said.
My eyes snapped upward, meeting his. His hair was disheveled, his breathing catching up like he’d run down a flight of stairs. And I suppose he had.
“You came after me.”
I was in shock, standing there, staring at my boss, my eyes still full of tears threatening to spill over once again. He took two steps and pinned me against the mirrored wall of the elevator, his hands on either side of me, effectively trapping me.
“You didn’t let me explain.”
I looked down at my shoes, anything to escape that intense, green gaze. “What’s there to explain? She’s your fiancé, isn’t she? I understand perfectly.”
I’m just a fling on the side. You went slumming for a while, but when push comes to shove, you’ll marry someone like you. Someone from your world.
Someone you deserve.
He tilted my chin up with a gentle hand. “Look at me.”
“I don’t want to,” I whispered. Tears threatened to fall at any moment, and I didn’t want him to see me like this. Weak. Because of him.
“Look at me, Isabeau.” His voice was harsh now, brooking no further argument.
My eyes flicked upward, captured by his gaze. To my surprise, he didn’t look angry at all, but instead his eyes pleaded with me.
“She’s just a friend of the family. My mother has been trying to set me up with her since prep school, but I never agreed to it. I’m with you, Isa. Not her. Never her.”
I wanted to believe him. Wanted to fall into his arms right then and there, but it all seemed too easy. Too good to be true.
“Then why are you going with her?”
He stared down at me, his brow furrowing. “It’s a dinner party my family is throwing. I have to go, or it won’t look right. Business associates will be there.”
He leaned in and kissed me slowly, his lips hot on mine. My head buzzed, my thoughts a hopeless jumble. His mouth found my neck, his hand winding in my hair and pulling it tight. My breath hitched, my body responding to his touch. His tongue flicked over my collar bone, and I moaned softly.
“Come with me,” he said, his breath tickling my ear. “Let me introduce you to my family, Isa.”
I sighed against him, my anxiety melting as his body pressed against mine. I squirmed against him, my needy cl*t finding his rock hard thigh.
“You want me to go?”
His low laugh sent shivers down my spine. His thigh rubbed against me, making me gasp.
“You’re mine. I can show you off as I please, little slave.”
He grabbed my ass, lifting my leg over his, grinding me harder. I was on fire for him, and still wet from our play in the office, before all of this doubt and fear. Mr. Drake nibbled at my neck as he rubbed me against him, my pu**y throbbing with arousal even through the layers of clothing separating us.
“Say you’ll join me. Be my date tonight.”
He kissed me, and I opened beneath him, sighing as his tongue danced over mine. Jolts of pleasure raced through me as I rode him, my h*ps undulating as he moved against me. I gasped as he bit my lip.
“I will,” I breathed.
“Good,” he said, grinning. “Now cum for me, Isa.”
He squeezed my ass, grinding me down harder, and I gave in, letting go right then and there, trembling in his arms as my orgasm crashed over me. I think I called out his name, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as I shuddered against him, my pu**y clenching again and again.
I was grinning when I finally came back down to earth. Mr. Drake cocked an eyebrow at me.
“I think I’m going to need some fresh panties before I meet your mother.”
He kissed my lips and smirked at me. “I’ll have the driver stop on the way.”
***
Mr. Drake and I met Lex and Veronica in the lobby. I tried not to glare at the owner of the high, breathy voice I’d heard earlier from my position under the desk. The Future Mrs. Drake was a thin, icy blonde with a lip glossed smile glued onto her face. It faltered when she saw me step out of the elevator, but snapped back like rubber when she saw Mr. Drake. Lex was leaning against a marble column, looking positively bored. His black eyes twinkled when he saw me, his grin making me blush.
“Chasey, about time! I was starting to think you forgot about me.” Veronica pouted, crossing her arms over her pink sheath dress, her diamond necklace shifting against her throat.
“Veronica, I’d like you to meet my assistant, Isabeau. Isabeau, Veronica. Our families have known each other since we were children.”
I shook her hand more firmly than I should have, forcing a smile. “Pleasure to meet you.”
“Yes, well,” she said, looking me up and down. “When are we leaving, Chasey? Are you driving?”
“Isabeau and I will be making a quick stop before we arrive. Lex, would you please take Ms. Chambers in your car?”
“Before we arrive?” Veronica raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her cool blue eyes narrowing.
“Yes. Isa will be escorting me this evening. I hope my mother didn’t mislead you, Veronica. I said I would attend, but never made any definite arrangements.”
I looked up at Mr. Drake. His face was a blank mask; his emotions unreadable. Veronica ran a hand over her coiffure, and stood a little straighter.
“Of course. No problem at all. I’ll see you there.”
Mr. Drake took my hand and placed it in the crook of his arm before leading me out to the parking lot. His hand closed over mine, and my skin tingled at the touch. The gesture was so gentlemanly... so protective. I felt my cheeks heating in the crisp night air.
“Do you think she was disappointed?”
I smiled at him as he opened the car door for me.
“I can guarantee it,” he said, his lips twitching into a half grin.