Page 2 of Good Girl
Linda approaches Poppy’s desk, complaining about something, judging by her pinched expression. Linda has a sense of entitlement and tends to boss around the younger staff members. I’ve encountered many women like her, and the mere thought of their arrogance sends a shudder down my spine.She’s set to retire soon, otherwise, I would consider firing her. If Poppy requested it, I would do it immediately. “Tristan.” My attention returns to Vance when I hear the tone he usually reserves for the bedroom.
“What?” I grunt, captivated by Poppy, the thick strands of her hair spilling around her face and resting over her tits, hidden beneath a cute little sweater that has tiny flowers embroidered on it. Christ, she’s a good girl, and I’m desperate to break my restraints, dirty all that primness right out of her.
A grin tips my lips when Linda turns away from Poppy, and Poppy sticks her tongue out to her back.
A rebellious streak.
I like it.
“Let’s go out tonight.” Vance breathes down the line, and I can picture him pacing the apartment. Vance is an investor, which means that he puts money up for people like me, then he waits for us to make him rich. Which we do, leaving him with a lot of free time, and he often gets bored.
“No,” I grumble. The office party is tomorrow before we close up for the holidays, and that’s about as much cheer as I can take.
I close my eyes at his heavy exhale. “I need some relief. My folks are pestering me about Christmas again.” The asshole should be grateful he has folks to complain about. I understand his annoyance, though. Vance’s parents are your typical blue-blood, rich, old money, and old values. They think Vance should be married with two point five kids by now, but he keeps refusing the wives they pick for him.
Though our reasons are different, like me, Vance, shies away from commitment. For me, I can’t be used and abandoned if there’s no one I truly care about. I think for him it’s more about maintaining control and not giving any of it up to his family. Whatever the reasoning, we only date. And I use the termdateloosely, with a certain type and only for a specified period witha contract in place to uncomplicate things. One-night stands are fine, but we don’t bring them back to the apartment. “I know you’re brooding.” He adds when I remain silent.
“I don’t brood.” I rub my temples.
“There’re those lies again.” He tsks, clucking his tongue and I can imagine the darkening of his eyes. “Let’s go out. Women get frisky around the holidays.” Vance has no problem finding women, no matter the season. He’s a good looking, thirty-three-year-old millionaire, for fuck’s sake.
Blowing out a breath, I turn from the window and move back to my chair. “Call Miranda. She’s been begging for some action.” I click through some emails while he grouses down the line.
“She prefers you to me. She called out your name last time I was balls deep, which does something to my ego when you’re not even in the building.” Amusement laces his tone. “And she uses her safe word whenever I try to ball gag her.”
And that’s precisely why I can’t fuck her again. Not the ball gag part—although it is better with one in—but so I don’t have to listen to her over-the-top wailing. “Just call her.”
I turn my view back to the window. Poppy’s a fucking magnet, and I’m a shitty man who can’t stop the pull she possesses over me. My eyes lock on the rise and fall of her chest, obsessed with the expressions that flitter and change while she works at her computer. She bites her lip and drums her fingers on her chest when she concentrates, a sight I often think about when I’m alone at night. I unwrap another candy, crunching it into pieces this time.
“You’ll get a cavity,” Vance sniggers.
“Call Miranda,” I say, dumping the wrapper in the trashcan.
“You call her, and stop brooding. You know how you get when you let yourself get too pent up.” He reminds me, a warning in his tone.
“I’m fine,” I assure him, a growl leaving my throat. I hate it when he’s right. I click the button under my desk, which locks the door to my office, then unzip my slacks.
“On a separate note,” his voice lightens, “what should we have for Christmas dinner?”
I lurch up in my seat. “You’re not going back home?” There’s a tightening in my chest I haven’t felt for a long time. The feeling is foreign, unfamiliar… Hope, maybe?
“Fuck no, I’m staying with you.” My heart flips at his words. “Speak later.” He ends the call before I can say anything, leaving my ribs aching. He’s not staying for himself, he’s staying for me.
Poppy’s on her feet when I look over to her through the glass. She’s standing right by my window, talking animatedly to Mike, our tech guy. From here, with the light filtering through the building, I can make out the shape of her toned thighs through the silk of her skirt.
I wonder how they’d feel wrapped around my waist, my cock deep inside her pussy, Vance at her back, filling her ass. I bet her cunt is pretty, just like her mouth. Dammit. I shouldn’t allow myself to indulge in these fantasies. Getting to my feet, I go to the window and place a hand right above her head on the opposite side. She has no idea what a fucking creepy bastard her boss is.
She blinks, her lips lifting at the corners at something Mike tells her, making my chest feel full. I stroke my hard cock in my fist, my thumb brushing up my Jacob’s Ladder piercing while watching her lips move as she talks. When she throws her head back and laughs at something he says, my seed rushes out of me, spilling from my cock and painting the window, dripping down where her hip meets her thighs.
I’ve fucked a lot of women—big, small, fat, thin, young, old. None of that matters, as long as I get to come. I’m red blooded,after all. But I’ve never craved anyone the way I crave Poppy fucking Clark.
And I’m losing the threads of my control.
TWO
Poppy
“The angel isn’t straight.” Linda, the office witch, points out. I look up at the tree I’ve wasted half a day decorating because she wanted a real one, not the fake one—I originally put up over three weeks ago, because in her words,“Christmas should last as long as possible.”
