Page 21 of A Man of Power

Giving my head a shake to clear my mind, I set my phone back down and begin to mill through the articles I’ve found. Confervo stopped their research and development on an anesthesia medicine a few years ago. They had been manufacturing samples of it in a laboratory in Geneva, but have stopped trying to get FDA approval. And why do they only have one drug that they are seeking approval on now? Do they have nothing else in their pipeline?

But now, this merger with Halfagher Pharmaceuticals is most perplexing. What does Confervo have to gain from merging with Halfagher? Halfagher is a slightly smaller company, so it shouldn’t help them financially unless they can use Halfagher’s microneedle for something beyond what they currently sell.

Halfagher’s CEO is Adam Blake. The name seems familiar, so I look him up. His brother is a high-ranking Navy admiral, Vance. That’s probably how I know the name. I go down the rabbit hole searching for things about Halfagher and Confervo.

When I look up from my computer, I’m shocked to see how late it is. I rub my eyes and decide to go get a drink from the staff kitchen. As I pass Sebastian’s office, I hear something. I turn and walk toward it.

The door is nearly shut. Only a few millimeters of the room beyond are visible. I swore I heard him in here earlier but now the lights are out. I’m about to walk by when I see the dim light of a monitor screen. Glancing at Sebastian’s chair, my eyes widen. He’s sitting there. The chair is pushed back from the desk, exposing his upper body and…his lap. But it’s not his lap that draws my attention. It’s his rock-hard cock in his hand. His fingers are wrapped tightly around it as he moves his hand up and down. He’s watching something on the screen of his laptop, but there’s no volume, so I can only guess it’s porn.

I should look away. I should keep on walking down the hall, but I can’t take my eyes off him. The rumors are true, at least the size rumors because shit, that’s an impressive erection. I swallow as I watch his hand move faster. I shouldn’t be here.

“Alexis, if you’re going to watch me, you might as well come in here,” he says, not looking away from the screen.

Oh fuck. “I…I’m sorry…I.” I stumble over the words because what can I fucking say. Shit.

“Get your ass in here.” His voice is strained and low and…well, sexy as fuck. Everything about this screams “wrong” but my mind keeps my body from running away. Somewhere, deep down, I want this. I’ve wanted this since the first day I laid eyes on him while interning. I’ve wanted it since his hand touched the small of my back weeks ago.

Biting my lower lip, I push the door open. His eyes finally meet my gaze. He’s unbashful as he pushes back in his chair, his fist still gripping his cock.

“Like what you see?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

Words fail me. I’m so incredibly fucked. If I say “yes,” then I’m admitting that I want to fuck my boss. If I say “no,” then I’m lying about wanting to fuck my boss and he’ll see right through me.

“I—I thought you had left,” I stammer as I swallow again.

“As you can plainly see, I’m right here.” He gives his cock a long stroke as if to prove the point.

I nod, still at a loss for words.

“Why are you here?” I manage.

His eyes drift back to the screen. “I’m watching security footage.”

I frown.

“Remember when we had more cameras installed here after the office break-in issue,” he explains.

All of a sudden, a foreboding feeling comes over me. No. No. No. It’s not that.

He takes his free hand and slowly turns the computer toward me, and I gasp. It’s me at my desk, masturbating while watching him on my laptop. Oh, fuckity-fuck fuck.

Thank God there’s barely any light in here because if my face wasn’t red before, it most certainly is now.

“I didn’t know watching B-roll of my triathlon advertisement was so…stimulating,” he says, his eyes boring into mine.

“I…” I trail off because I don’t know how to respond. I’ve been caught red-handed.

“Come over here,” he commands. The authority in his voice is both alluring and slightly frightening.

I walk over to his desk and lean on the edge of it about a foot from his knee. I’m close enough to see a bead of pre-cum and I lick my lips.

“Jesus,” he whispers, letting out a breath of air that I can feel against my arm. “I…” He trails off and releases his dick.

He stands. I suddenly feel very small next to him as he towers over me. I also feel a bit like a gazelle that just got trapped by a lion.

I don’t back away as his eyes bore into mine. “Say you don’t want it,” he commands as his hand goes once more to his erection.

I hesitate answering him, once more. Because I do want it. And judging from the video playing on this computer right now, he knows that I want it.

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