Page 2 of Clashing with the Ice Queen

As Cassandra wrapped up her speech, the room erupted into applause. She’d weathered the challenge with grace, reaffirming her position as a knowledgeable leader. Nadine James, still standing in that skin tight dress, clapped enthusiastically alongside everyone else, her hazel eyes sparkling in an unspoken challenge as she smiled snakily at Cassandra.

Perhaps, Cassandra mused, there was a lesson in this moment. Challenging each other was what drove the industry forward. With a final equally snakey smile toward Nadine, she concluded, “Let us embrace the evolving landscape of digital marketing, learning from one another as we carve our paths in this vibrant industry.”

As the applause echoed around Cassandra, a wave of accomplishment washed over her. She might be steadfast in her views, but she was also very much a part of an ever-evolving world—a world where even newcomers had valuable insights to share.

Cassandra couldn’t help but notice how spirited Nadine had been during her speech. When Nadine claimed that Wynter Media’s strategies were outdated, Cassandra had felt a flash of irritation. It was almost as if Nadine had been trying to undermine her authority right there on stage.

“Oh, come on,” she murmured under her breath as the applause eventually faded and the crowd began to shift. With a tight smile, she greeted industry colleagues and posed for pictures. The press loved her. Stiff, poised, and unapologetically elegant, Cassandra was everything they wanted in a media mogul.

Once she stepped off the stage, she was bombarded by reporters eager to capture every word she shared. They shoved microphones toward her and snapped photos as she gracefully navigated the sea of cameras and notepads. This was her territory, and she relished the attention. But as she spoke to the press, her mind flickered back to bloody Nadine James.

Nadine, the ambitious young CEO of Pulse Media, had rattled her composure. Cassandra had been annoyed and still was—not just because of the interruption, but because there was an undeniable spark in Nadine’s bright hazel eyes. Those eyes, filled with passion and defiance, had caught her off guard, which irritated her to no end.

As she posed for a few more photos, Cassandra couldn’t help but steal glances at Nadine, who was now mingling with other guests. The woman’s short brown hair complemented her youthful energy well, but it was more than just her looks that held Cassandra’s gaze—it was the confidence that radiated off of her. Still, that confidence could come off as cocky, and that only fueled Cassandra’s irritation at her.

With the press now occupied elsewhere, Cassandra wandered through the venue, sipping sparkling water while engaging in small talk with colleagues. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Nadine bloody James. She imagined confronting the younger woman about her insistent questioning. Part of her wanted to dismiss Nadine’s opinions outright, maybe even put her in her place.

Mmmm, put her in her place.

What if she could use this desire for dominance in a literal sense? The idea felt strangely appealing. Perhaps she could teach Nadine a lesson that made the younger woman realize her place in the industry, but the fantasy quickly morphed into something more heated. The thought of being assertive, of beingthe one in control as she always was, ignited an unexpected thrill.

Cassandra found herself picturing Nadine in her mind’s eye—bent over her desk with her tight dress pulled up exposing the delicious curve of her round ass, the younger woman’s face flushed with a mix of surprise and exhilaration at what was about to happen.

The age gap of what must be nearly 20 years danced in the back of her mind, but to be honest, it just turned her on and her imagination deepened. Would Nadine care when she was on her knees worshipping Cassandra’s pussy? Cassandra didn’t know, but the more she thought about it, the more appealing the idea became.

Their lives might be intertwined in a competitive industry, but perhaps a kind of revenge could unfold behind closed doors. Increasingly filthy thoughts churned in her mind as she navigated the crowd, a smirk forming on her lips. She wasn’t just a businesswoman; she was a force of nature. She would take whatever or whoever she wanted in this life.

Including any hot young thing that took her eye.

The conference continued around her, lively and vibrant, but Cassandra felt a thrill of newness despite the routine of the annual event. This complex blend of desire and ambition sparked a new kind of motivation in her. She could dominate not only in the boardroom, but certainly in a very different arena altogether.

As she headed to a quieter corner of the venue, she contemplated her next move. Whatever it was, it would have to assert her power. There was a tantalizing thrill in the chase,and the familiar thrill of wearing the crown of both CEO and seductress sent shivers down her spine. Losing was not an option—in business or in life.

As she worked her way through the crowd, shaking hands and answering questions, something unexpected continued to flicker in her. There was an undeniable energy between her and Nadine, even if it was laced with competition. Cassandra found Nadine attractive in a way that both excited and annoyed her. The curve of her breasts and her ass in the tight little dress she was wearing were delightfully tempting. She should be focused on her company’s success, but all she could think about was taking Nadine James in hand and forcing her to submit sexually.

Is it really revenge if I’m just…asserting myself?she thought, biting back a smirk as an idea took root in her mind. What if she could turn the tables? What if she could take control of their rivalry in a way that would leave Nadine breathless? The thought sent a shiver down her spine as a mix of indignation and intrigue flooded her senses.

Cassandra glanced toward the small crowd surrounding Nadine, who was animatedly discussing her own startup’s recent success.How cute, she thought with a wry smile.She’sbasking in the attention. Yet there was something about Nadine’s confidence that stirred a level of admiration in Cassandra, a feeling she typically didn’t direct toward rival CEOs.

Admiration, yes. But mostly just desire to bend her over and fuck her till she screamed for mercy.

Mmmmm

As the hours passed, Cassandra’s mind twisted and turned with the fantasy of dominating Nadine. Could she really act on it?Surely there would be a thrill in pushing Nadine out of her comfort zone as Cassandra reasserted her dominance without losing her professionalism in the process, right?

Would the age difference be a barrier? It felt like a chasm in some respects, but the attraction lingered. She had always had a thing for younger women. The professionalism she’d maintained all day was slowly unraveling as her fantasies grew bolder. It was uncharacteristic of her recent actions, even scandalous if people found out, but the idea of having Nadine beneath her, of turning that challenge into something more primal, was intoxicating.

Perhaps I’ll invite her to discuss strategies over drinks tonight, Cassandra mused to herself, her expression returning to its practiced smile as she continued to mingle with the press and her colleagues.

Discuss strategies/I’ll sit on her face.

Cassandra laughed to herself.

Deep down, she felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension. Would this bold maneuver merely be about setting the record straight and eliminating the competition, or would it turn into something deeper? Whatever it was, Cassandra knew one thing: she was not willing to let Nadine, or anyone else, challenge her ever again.

Nadine smiled as Cassandra approached her, the challenge in her gaze softening. “I didn’t mean to upset the flow of your presentation Ms. Wynter. I just think we need to adapt faster than ever these days.”

Cassandra took a deep breath. “Innovation is crucial, I agree,” she said, her gaze taking advantage of Nadine’s softening hazel eyes and glancing once again up and down her body enjoying what she saw.

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