Page 7 of CEO April: Zed Barker
The minute Laura turned to look at me, she lowered her head. She held out her hand, not looking at me. I shook it. “It’s nice to meet you, Laura,” I said. She mumbled her reply.
“Erm, I’ll check in and then come back, shall I?” she asked, and at first, I wasn’t sure who she was addressing. Anna nodded to me, encouraging me to answer.
“Yes, do that. Would you like a drink waiting?” I asked.
She shook her head and scuttled off. I opened my mouth to speak, and then closed it when I saw Anna’s expression of amusement. Her eyebrows were raised and her lips curled into a smirk.
“You are going to enjoy Laura, I think,” she said, raising her glass to her lips.
I think that statement cemented the revelation in my brain.I was going to enjoy her, suggested only one thing. I looked after her, watching her avoid everyone else, other than to give Darius a small wave.
“She doesn’t like to interact with women,” Anna said, and before I could comment, she added, “except me, of course. But it’s because, I don’t want to fuck her.”
It took all my willpower to not spit the mouthful of wine across the room. Anna patted my shoulder. “Dear Zed, you look like you’re about to choke.”
I shook my head. “I can tell you this, when I get back to work, Rebecca is going to get a pay raise,” I spluttered.
“Was that little Laura I saw earlier?” I heard. Miriam was back, and Anna had a fixed smile on her face.
“It was,” I replied, since I didn’t think Anna was going to answer.
“I’m so glad she came this weekend. She is delectable,” she said, giving me a wink. “Are you into threesomes, Zed?”
I thanked my lucky stars I hadn’t taken any wine that time. “I think she’s a little too timid for me,” I said.
“Oh, don’t be fooled by the get-up. Next party, she’ll come dressed as a dominatrix, it really does depend what mood she’s in,” Anna clarified.
“Or what personality is in charge,” Miriam added with a smirk.
“I don’t think that was necessary,” we all heard and turned to see Angela approaching. “Now, dinner will be ready in a half an hour if you’d like to freshen up. Zed, do you have a moment?”
The ladies, reluctantly it appeared, left. “How to put this correctly…Laura has very specific tastes and I invited you this weekend because I believe you’ll be the right man for her. I don’t think I’m wrong. Laura has times where she likes a firm hand, she likes to be controlled and sometimes…well, it’s not easy to find someone who won’t abuse that or actually understands what she needs.”
“And you think I do? How, Angela?” I was beginning to feel like a dog in a puppy farm, here for the mating. I’d long forgotten the weekend was anything other than one large sex party.
“Look at you, Zed,” she said, lowering her voice. “You’ve unconsciously straightened yourself, pushed your shoulders back, and your voice has an intimidating lilt to it. You are a dominating man. This weekend is all about the women being forced to submit. I, perhaps, should have explained this a little more fully in the beginning.”
“Miriam sure doesn’t look like that. And I asked a question. How do you know this?”
“Don’t believe what you see. Miriam likes to challenge. And I know this because Rebecca told me.”
“She wouldn’t know my sexual—”
“Zed, being dominant isn’t something you turn on and off, and it isn’t something necessarily restricted to the bedroom. Some men naturally are in all areas, you’re one of them. Unless I have it very wrong and you’re free to leave, if you want to, with my apologies.”
I began to smirk. ‘No, you don’t have it wrong and perhaps Rebecca is more observant than I give her credit for. Thank you for the heads-up where Laura is concerned.”
I had no doubt that raise I was talking about would be cancelled, and I’d be having words with Rebecca as soon as I could. However, the thought I might find my own little sub, while also having the opportunity to douse out the flames of the fiery Anna and Miriam, was a temptation I was never going to pass up. In fact, I felt my cock grow hard at the very thought and my mouth began to water in anticipation.
“Yes, Angela, I think this evening is going to be most enjoyable.”
“I’m glad to hear that, and I think, Mr. Barker, you’re going to become a regular.”
I had no doubt about that myself. “Well, I’ll quickly freshen up. Is there a dress code for dinner?”
“Smart, you won’t be in your clothes long enough,” she replied, laughed, and then left.
I shook my head slowly, aware my eyebrows were somewhere stuck up on my forehead and the wrinkles would stay there if the wind changed. I chuckled, that saying was something my nan said on a regular basis. I believed the level of surprise my face displayed at that moment would probably be repeated many times over the weekend.
