Chapter 10 Ty
I focused on the Turnaround plan we were working on, and she seemed to be keeping pretty good pace with my words. I could ignore us for a little while, absorbed in the work until I noticed her keystrokes trailing off at the last thing I said. “No good?”
“No, it’s very good. But my fingers are weak, they need a break.”
“Sure.”
“Also, two more things. The first, you don't have to tell me, but it's killing me wondering what happened to your hands."
"I was careless and reckless." That's all I wanted to tell her, but goddamn if her eyes aren't the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
"Scuba diving off Norway. I grabbed a sea urchin by mistake and it defended itself.”
“How?”
“Sending poisonous shards of itself into the 28 joints of my hands."
"Poisonous?"
"Only slightly. Or is it venomous?Either way if I had died from a sea urchin I would have deserved it." That mother hen look on her face was painfully adorable. It woke something other than lust in me. "I'll be back to normal, answering cell phones and opening doors," and spanking your ass- "in a week. Your second question?"
"I was just thinking. We've been at this for hours. Do I get overtime for this?”
“I guess if you want overtime, go for it. It's a business expense for me. Happy?”
“But I’m helping you, personally.” She demurred, the hint of a blush creeping up her cheeks and down her neck.
"What's your point?"
"What I mean is, you have nothing at risk, this is my personal time. And it's not you paying, it's your company- possibly my company but I’m not sure how that works. Either way it seems like an abuse.”
Nothing at risk? I haven't came in a month and this is a three thousand dollar suit you might make me ruin if you bat those eyes at me one more time.
“You have a rather highly-developed sense of business ethics don’t you?” That hit her right across the chin, and I regretted it. She must have sat there typing, working up the courage to tease me, and I didn’t want her to stop.
“Tell you what Milly.When we’re done, a courier will pick up the hard drive and deliver it to the client. You’re free to leave then.”I stretched to my full height, staring down at her. A less expensive suit and my cock would have torn open the fabric by now.
"Or, you can take my AMEX black card and pay yourself what seems fair. What your time tonight is worth is entirely up to you. Take my wallet and my license and the room key, and I’ll walk down to the concierge to let them know you haven’t kidnapped me and I’ve authorized you to use it in case anyone wants to check. But only for tonight.”
“Black card has no limit right?”
“Only your imagination. My largest purchase was a Ferrari. Anything over that and they might need to confirm it with me more formally.”
“So there is a limit.”
“Under different circumstances, I don’t doubt for a second that an evening with you would be worth a late model Ferrari. It would probably turn out to be a bargain."
I let my eyes wander across her body. She breathed in sharplyand I couldn't look away. "But if you're as smart as I think you are you'll realize you're being educated, mentored, and trained right now. The reason I have a Faraday cage and an air-gapped computer is because there are people who would kill to hear what I'm telling you right now. It affects thousands of jobs and almost ten billion dollars worth of assets. Which reminds me, don’t trade any stock in White & Williams if you have it because it would be insider trading.”
“So, yes, your typing skills for the evening should be limited by the cost of a Ferrari. I think that’s reasonable, all things considered.”
“So it's more of a guideline.” She turned away and resumed typing whatever the hell I said 10 minutes ago.
It felt like the world just shifted off its axis in those ten minutes, but I was the only one of us who felt. Maybe I vastly underestimated her. If she had the balls to spend $240,000, I would almost say it was worth it.
Almost.
She had me speechless and as turned on as I've ever been. “Remember I may need your services again over the next week. Until I’m 100%.”