Page 9 of 12 Days

"If you want to reschedule, Alyssa, we can get the receptionist to do that for you." I smile, my voice dripping seduction. Am I doing that on purpose? Of fucking course, I am.

"NO!" Alyssa growls out as her hands fumble with the papers in front of her.

"I demand a list of what’s in that perfume. Is there some secret you’re not telling the consumer? Let me assure you, this will not—"

Stopping, Alyssa reaches for the bottle in front of her again, this time taking a big gulp of the cold water.

I exhale, my hands folded on the solid oak table in front of me, wondering for a moment if she feels less confident being in the presence of an all-male audience. Do I care? Not really, but it is fun to watch her try to regain some composure.

Does she believe that we’re adding something to the fragrance that would enhance a woman's desire for sex? Is this whole act she’s putting on happening because she doesn't understand why she masturbated in the other room, or why she has the full attention of every male in here now?

The more her voice escalates, the guiltier she makes herself look. But what the fuck does she have to feel guilty about?

She’s human and was horny. So what if she pulled her skirt up and rubbed her pussy ‘til she squirted? I can assure her that no one in this room is fucking judging her, but I figure that will only make it all worse for her.

Alyssa stands at the end of the table, looking from man to man, stopping to shut the folder in front of her. Tucking the folder back into her briefcase, she frowns and takes her seat once again.

"I’m going to need a report faxed to me," Alyssa finishes, flustered, obviously unable to keep her mind on the business at hand.

"Gentlemen, I think that's it for now. If you have any questions for Miss Morrow, we’ll get to them in our next meeting. Sound good?" I ask, suddenly taking charge of the situation. I’m helping her out whether she realizes it or not. Even though I’m not sure why.

Small talk breaks out between my friends as they exit the room, a few of them stopping to thank Alyssa for her time, their faces making it clear exactly what they’re thanking her for. I'm sure she wishes they’d all fucking disappear.

I stay back for a moment, waiting until it’s just the two of us left in the room.

"How about lunch? I know a little place around the corner that has the best Italian in town. We can talk a little business if you’d like, or just enjoy a pleasant lunch." Smiling at Alyssa, I hope I can make her feel a little more comfortable after that train wreck of a meeting.

She stands, making sure everything’s in her bag before looking up.

"Lunch would be nice. I need to send a text first, though. Can you give me a minute?"

"Of course. Take your time, and meet me in the hallway." I nod, knowing that’s Alyssaher way of dismissing me for the moment. I do wonder who she’s texting, though.

Making small talk with the receptionist until Alyssa emerges, I flash a smile as she comes down the hallway to join me.

"I'll be out to lunch for a few hours," I tell the receptionist.

"Ready?" I ask Alyssa when she joins us at the reception desk.

"I’m starving, so yes. I guess I'm ready." Alyssa smiles, her confidence back. I’m impressed with the way she’s pushing the past few hours to the back burner to focus on having a nice lunch.

"Good. I'll lead the way. We can walk if you don't mind?" I pose it as a question, but that’s the plan, and the way I say it leaves no room for argument. The restaurant is only a block away, and this gives me time to feel her out on a more personal level.

Something I’m suddenly very interested in doing.

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