Page 11 of CEO February: Brax Danvers
“One Americano, one latte, and one Danish,” the waitress said, placing the items on the table.
Darryl smiled up at her and we both thanked her. At the same time, she was lowering my zipper and pulling out my cock. My heart rate picked up as she sipped on her coffee then broke off a piece of her Danish one-handed.
“Mmm,” she said, popping the flaky pastry into her mouth.
My heart nearly popped out of my mouth when someone stopped by our table.
“Morning, Darryl, I was on my way to see you,” a woman said. Darryl didn’t stop, even though I expected her to.
Instead she slid her hand up and down my cock harder. “I’ll be back in the office in about ten minutes,” she said.
Herfriendlooked to me and back at Darryl, as if expecting an introduction. When she didn’t get one, she smiled and told her that she’d meet her there. She probably thought me unbelievably rude, but my mouth was too dry, I didn’t want to speak for fear of making a dumb noise.
Darryl watched the woman walk away and then turned to smile at me. “Fun isn’t it?” she said.
“How do you do it?” I asked.
“Practice. Now, sadly, we don’t appear to have the time to make you come.”
“Another time then,” I said. I picked up the folder and left some cash to pay the bill.
Darryl wrapped her pastry in a napkin and gulped down her coffee, mine was way too hot for that and sadly, I left it. She had already stood and was waiting for me while I was tucking my cock back in my trousers. I stood, subtly adjusted myself, and we walked back to the office. She joined me in the elevator that morning and just for the minute it took to reach her floor, she kissed me. She tasted of coffee and sweetness. She gave me a wink as the doors opened and she left.
My head was spinning as I climbed to my own floor. I wanted to laugh out loud but was worried I’d be heard and have to explain myself. I was also concerned that the elevator had a camera and no doubt the receptionist would have been watching us.
As Annie opened her mouth to speak, I held up my hand to halt her question. “Don’t,” I said.
She followed me into my office. “Seriously, Brax, I’m worried about you. You’re acting all strange,” she said.
“Define strange,” I said.
“You act like you got some serious lovin’ and you smell like an old dog.”
“Wow, cut to the chase, Annie. Do I smell like an old dog?” I asked, sniffing my armpits out of paranoia.
“No, but you might as well. So, I’m not wrong then?” She smiled as she perched on the edge of my desk.
“I might be getting some, yeah.”
“Withwhat’s-her-facedownstairs?”
“Among others,” I replied.
She blinked a couple of times and I wondered if I’d offended her. There was nothing between us; we’d both been honest about that. We were friends, we dined out, we socialized, but that’s as far as it had ever gone. Had something changed?
“Mmm, see, an old dog.” She slid from my desk. “Anyway, while you were doing whatever, Mack Jacobs rang. He was super pleased with the proposal you sent over and wants to meet.” She did a little victory dance.
“That’s fucking awesome. I’ll give him a call.”
Mack Jacobs was the celebrity chef who owned the restaurants I wanted on our books. They wouldn’t be our most prestigious or largest client but one that would certainly make us more visible andtrendier,as Annie said we ought to be. She was concerned the banks and the other financial institutions we had as clients meant we were starting to lose our creativity and fun. I agreed with her.
“Annie?” I called, as she started to leave my office. She turned to face me and smiled. “We’re good, yeah?”
“Sure, why wouldn’t we be?”
“No reason, just checking.”
She gave Sally a rub to her head and left. I spent the rest of the morning frustrated and in need of jerking off, which I imagine had been Darryl’s intention all along.
