Page 3 of One Night with the CEO

“You’d better watch your tongue, or I might withdraw that thorough fucking I promised you.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want that.” Mia’s eyes sparkled in the dark as she pretended to consider. “I suppose you’d better tell me about your work problems, and I’ll do my best interested face and that way we will both get what we want this evening.”

Genevieve felt desperate to stop the car and fuck her there and then but unfortunately the city wasn’t the best place for this. She imagined screeching to a halt, dragging Mia out of the car on a busy city street and throwing her face down over the hood.

She imagined pushing that tight leather skirt up over her ass and ripping her panties right off her. She knew she would be dripping wet.

She imagined fucking her there and then with her fingers bent over the car. She would fuck her hard and without mercy, pounding her G spot until she squirted everywhere.

Then she would leave her there, exposed with her own pleasure running down the inside of her thighs.

Mmmm. Fuck.

Ok, not yet. Patience, Genevieve, patience. Good things come to lesbians who wait.

Something, perhaps unresolved lust or perhaps something else, made Genevieve suddenly want to be honest with this hot stranger.

“As you say, work problems are common and predictable. I’m a CEO and it’s a lot of pressure. I’m running my family business and while my parents have always been supportive, they’re hard on me. I just failed to land a big business deal, and even at my age, I’m not looking forward to having to tell my father.”

“Will he be angry?” Mia’s question seemed genuine.

“No, but he’ll be disappointed, which in many ways is worse.”

Mia hummed her understanding. “That must be difficult.”

“Some days, I wish I had followed my brother’s example. He said screw it to family expectations and went into the arts. He’s a successful painter now.”

“Really? I’m a painter as well.”

Now this was a subject Genevieve could converse on. Despite the issues between Sean and their parents, she had always been close to her brother.

“What style do you paint in?”

“Usually realism, though I’ve dabbled in abstract.”

“Sean does abstract. I don’t understand the meaning behind half of his works, but they’re beautiful.”

“I liked abstract, and I learned a lot from it, but my true passion is in realism. I travel when I can to get inspiration for different paintings—usually nature-related. I’ve done mountains, waterfalls, forests, etc. I went to Mount Everest, Niagara Falls, and the Amazon Rainforest. I’m planning to go to the Seychelles to get some ocean inspiration next year.”

“You must sell your art for a lot of money to be able to travel so often and widely.”

Mia shrugged. “It’s less about talent and more about getting your work visible.”

“I know the truth of that. Sean has been very lucky that he has family to back him up. My parents didn’t accept his choice at first, and he struggled for a few years, but when I started working, I helped him fund some campaigns to get his work noticed. When my parents saw that he truly could make a successful career in his chosen field, they became a lot less judgmental and a lot more supportive.”

“That’s really great. My parents… well, my father died when I was young, and my mother isn’t in the picture anymore.”

Genevieve was curious to know more. The haunted look passed behind Mia’s eyes again, but her face was once more closed off. She clearly didn’t want to talk about family.

“Which gallery do you display your work at?”

“Mostly Elite Artworks, but I also have some pieces at Standford’s Gallery and Lily’s Collection.”

Genevieve raised an eyebrow. “You must be good. I remember how ecstatic Sean was when he got one of his works displayed at Standford’s. Elite Artworks is a dream of his.”

“The key to their hearts is sincerity. They aren’t interested in works that aren’t rooted in deeply personal issues.”

Genevieve wondered what Mia’s deeply personal issues were and made a mental note to visit Elite Artworks and check out some of her paintings.

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