Page 73 of His Wife

“Joan, can you have Lauren bring me the ACI file. It’s on my desk I think. If not, it’s in the filing cabinet. I just want to go through it!” Harvey says, trying to sound as businesslike as possible.

“So you’re really not coming in?” she asks, knowing the answer to the question already.

“No, it’s been a hectic two weeks, and I just want to be in the comfort of my own home for the day. Is that okay with you, Joan?” he asks, knowing somehow that she knows his intention.

“Then why would you fill your rest day with work? Surely ACI can wait until you’re in the office tomorrow?” she asks, keen to hear how he is going to insist that she sends Lauren over.

“Just send Lauren with the file,” he says, pulling rank. Of course he can pull rank, he is the boss after all!

“Will do, boss,” she says, and she hangs up. Harvey goes and jumps into the shower, preparing for his prey to come into view. He knows that he must not pounce though. He will have to be very careful with her, and lure her into his lair so that she actually wants him to take her.

An hour later, she arrives on his doorstep. Harvey is dressed in swim trunks and a robe. His hair is wet, having just taken a round in the pool. He gives her his most disarming smile, and his eyes peruse the length of her body.

“Mr. Weinstein, the files you wanted,” she says, her hair hanging in her face carelessly thanks to the ocean breeze circling the mansion. She hands him the files, and his hand grazes hers, causing an electric shock to shoot up her spine.

“Come in Lauren, thanks for these!” Harvey says, walking down towards the terrace, hearing Lauren’s heels move behind him. He moves nonchalantly; like he owns the world. He practically does!

He has champagne set up, with just one glass. He doesn’t want to come across as too obvious. He pours himself a glass, and as he takes a sip, he looks back at her, the wind playing beautifully with her hair. She tries in vain to gather her hair in her hands, but this is a pointless exercise, so soon enough she just leaves her hair to do what it will. It is a beautiful sight!

“Will that be all, sir?” Lauren asks.

“Can I get Sophia to bring you a coffee? I’d like you to take some notes for me before I forget what I’m thinking…” Harvey says. “Or I could just get another glass, and pour you some champagne,” he continues, letting her know that this isn’t going to be a formal meeting.

“It’s only ten o’clock sir. Maybe I shouldn’t,” she says, even though she sounds like she is really not sure.

“I am the boss, Lauren. If I’m offering you a glass of champagne at ten in the morning, then it’s okay. This isn’t a test, trust me!” Harvey says, going inside to the cabinet and getting a second glass. He pours her the glass of champagne that she hasn’t accepted just yet, and holds it out to her.

She takes the glass and sips it slowly. She looks around for anything that even vaguely suggests that she is expected to do any work. But there is nothing, so she takes another sip of her champagne, and simply waits for another instruction from Harvey. She finds him intimidating, and has not thought of him in a sexual way, exactly. But his flapping robe, the muscular legs exposed beneath it, his obviously well sculpted torso, and the cocky way he holds himself, make it difficult for her to think of Harvey in any way other than sexual!

She has worked for rich men before, and she knows that they always get what they want. She has never surrendered herself to these men, however. But now she thinks she just might. Harvey is charming, gorgeous, and has a kind of exciting energy that turns her on.

He lets the robe fall away from his body, and then he takes it off completely. The breeze takes a hold of him, and makes his nipples hard. Actually, the breeze has nothing to do with his hardening nipples, and his hardening cock. It won’t be long now before he cannot hide his erection, and he knows that he needs to get her over to what he is thinking quickly, or else the embarrassment of standing in front of her with an erection might be too much for him to take.

He stands close, his bright eyes look intensely into hers. His voice has become gruff. “Lauren, I find you so very attractive. The truth be told, I orchestrated this day off for just this moment, to get you alone, to get you here. I’m not even sure what is going to happen here, and this uncertainty really bothers me. I don’t like uncertainty, and I like the fact that you are working for me right now. So I really don’t want to do anything that will jeopardize that. But, to be honest with you, I really want to sleep with you!” It just blurts out, and now the ball is in her court.

Chapter Six

Lauren holds her glass out for a refill, and Harvey knows that he has made some progress.

“Do you want to jump in the pool?” Harvey asks her, knowing that she has no bathing suit, and yet still he asks her. She looks like she has confidence in her body, enough confidence that she will jump into the pool naked. But still, he isn’t sure if he has overstepped the mark!

“Are you sure that this won’t have any effect on my job?” Lauren asks, just needing to be sure.

“None, I promise!” Harvey says, and Lauren starts to undress. She strips down completely, tossing her clothes onto a lawn-chair, and jumps into the pool, the coolness of the water covering her body with such a tenderness that she lets herself just feel refreshed and free. She swims from one end of the pool to the other, lost in an invigorating world of pleasure. Her mind is racing. I want this man! But he’s married. He’s my boss! Will this jeopardize my career? And what if his wife finds out? What will happen then?

When she resurfaces, Harvey is standing by the side of the pool looking at her, looking like he has something that he wants to say but just doesn’t know how. Lauren finds it cute that she has this powerful man more than a little frazzled.

“Towel please,” she says, as soon as she surfaces from the water. She cannot take her eyes off the huge red bulge in his swim trunks now, watching it closely as he moves to the towel.

He holds the towel above her head, keeping it just out of reach, and Lauren doesn’t reach for it. She just looks at it, moving her eyes from his cock to his hand holding the towel. She isn’t sure what to do about this, and so she just goes under the water again for a moment. When she resurfaces, Harvey is holding the towel closer, and she can reach it. Lauren slips out of the water and wraps the towel around herself, aware of the deep, dark lust in his eyes.

Harvey pulls on the towel suddenly, and Lauren is surprised. She can’t say that it is altogether unexpected though, because the sexual tension has quickly been building between them since yesterday, and now it has come to a definite loggerhead. She has to admit to herself that she has really been thinking about Harvey since she met him yesterday. She is thinking, too, about the massive salami nestled in Harvey’s trunks, and she knows that she really wants to see it. Her mind is racing, and there is nothing that she can do to turn herself away from what she knows is going to happen.

“This will be our little secret,” Harvey says, and he pulls Lauren into him, kissing her neck.

She melts into his kisses, and her eyes dart across the terrace, to the door. She is remembering that the house is filled with staff, and looking around at the entrances, and at the windows, she is checking to see if any of them are watching. She notices some of them moving around inside, but none of them seem to be paying attention to what is going on outside. Lauren wonders how many other such incidents there have been in this house. But she cannot think too long about this.

She pulls away from him and makes her way into the pool house, just to avoid the eyes that she knows will be watching. There is no way that they won’t be curious about what is playing out by the pool now. She doesn’t know the layout of the pool house, but she finds the front door easily, and is soon standing in the living room. It is a lush space, and it is private.

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