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Chapter 14

Ford

My cock twitches as I watch her cross the lobby on the monitor.

The security guard stops her briefly. They have been given specific instructions on handling her. They will not deny her access, just slow her down a bit as she enters. We don't want her feeling like she has free reign of the place.

Not yet, at any rate.

She’s beautiful. Even in the grainy black-and-white images on the screen, you can still tell that she’s stunning.

The sound of breathing nearby reminds that I am not alone, that three of my associates also have their eyes glued to the screen. They’re staring at the image just as much as I am. Are any of us immune to her charms?

I'm startled out of my reverie by the phone ringing. Picking it up, I say, "Ford."

“She’s on her way up now, sir,” a man’s voice says. It’s the security guard.

“Thank you.” I replace the handle on its receiver and watch the guard hang up his phone on the monitor, realizing that she has already walked away from the security desk and is heading for the elevators.

The four of us move to our seats.

“What’s the plan, Ford?”

Turning, I face Nico. He likes knowing what’s going on and having a plan ready, rarely one to just follow the tide?not that any of us made it here idly.

Before I have the chance to respond, Tristan voices his opinion. “We should be shutting her down. She already knows too much. This is too big of a risk just before the big launch!”

I turn my eyes from Nico to Tristan. “Do you want to be the one to tell her to leave, Tristan?”

As much as Nico needs a plan, Tristan needs to feel in control of his situation. Although at this point, I doubt that any of us are truly in control of what is happening here. We’re all just pieces of a much bigger puzzle.

Tate, sitting between the two, remains silent. He’s willing to wait this out, see how it goes.

Looking back at Nico, I say, “She wants to talk, so we’re going to listen to what she has to say.”

Nico smiles at this. He's always been less comfortable behind the podium than in front of it.

Hearing the elevator chime and the door open, the four of us turn to face the door to the small waiting room where we’re seated in.

Alyssa comes bursting through the door, but is taken aback for an instant by eight eyes already trained on her. She recovers quickly.

“Oh. I'm glad to find you here,” she says. She quickly looks around the room, assessing us. “When will the others get here?”

“We’re here to listen to your concerns,” I say, shrugging.

“I want to talk to all of you. I think this is something that you should all hear.”

“Nevertheless, we have a company to run. We can’t always be at your beck and call, Alyssa. Now, what is it that you wanted to discuss?”

I know full well what she’s here to talk about, but I need to hear her say it. I need her to show me how she truly feels about it. Only then will I know how to handle it.

Nico and Tristan all but imperceptibly lean in toward her, anxious to hear what she has to say, but more anxious to jump at the first opportunity to take control of the situation or to capitalize on her moment of weakness.

Tate and I remain calmly seated. I've no doubt that any one of them will jump in, if they think they can handle this better, but they don't. That is why they asked me to do it.

It's my show for the moment, and for this very moment, I’m not moving at all. How quickly they forget: she is coming to us.

And soon will be coming with us again. It’s so easy to get lost in those eyes, and so hard not to think about those luscious lips traveling the length of my cock, slurping as she sucks hard and fast while I stare into those beautiful eyes as I shoot my load of hot cum on her face.

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