Author's Note: Did I ever mention how I HATE that people think that a CEO can just drop everything and run off into the distance? He has a reputation to maintain. Can't be a loose cannon. Now off to Christian's mind.
I knew she'd be the perfect little sub when she fixed her eyes on my tie. My cock twitched in delight. "Are you intimidated by me?"
Her blue cornflower eyes flew to mine. Stunning. Absolutely fucking stunning. Her mouth parted and pleasure shot through my groin. I wanted to tell her to kneel but it was too soon. All my thoughts flew out the window at her next words.
"Are you a dom?"
I died and went to heaven. I felt my body sway under the weight of this revelation. She was familiar with this lifestyle. I briefly closed my eyes in pure satisfaction but opened them to an empty room. My little quarry had escaped. I stood stunned. Had I mistaken this happy turn of events? Was she not pleased to find a dom that was as handsome as I and rich as Midas? Did she already have a dom? Fuck me running.
Ripping open the door, I strode into hallway ignoring my fumbling blonde employees. Andrea tried to catch my attention but Miss Steele had turned her perfect little sub self around and stood next to the elevator like a wounded deer. I could almost taste her. The need to get her to sign a contract with me was overwhelming my mind.
As quick as I was, I just barely made it to the antechamber before she slipped into the elevator. I rose to my full height and glowered down upon her beautiful face. Miss Steele defied me. She was nervous. Good.
"Miss Steele," I begun to say.
"Sir." Her timid voice cut me off and went straight to my cock.
The doors silently close. My body hummed with need and anger. She'll be sore for a week after I have her tonight. I turned and watched my PAs cringe. "TAYLOR!"
Taylor marched out of his office with a look of concern. I made my way to Andrea. "I need Miss Steele's NDA and get Welch to order a background check. I need it on my desk in 30 minutes."
"Miss Steele?"
I narrowed my eyes with impatience. "Yes, Miss Steele. Petite brunette that just left. Did you not fucking see her?"
Andrea looked over at PA #2, Olivia I vaguely recall. "I thought that was Miss Kavanagh. I have the NDA that Olivia emailed her."
I just stared. Both Andrea and Olivia rocked back on their feet waiting for the outburst. My hands turned into fists, my mouth set into a grimace, my eyes closed at the sheer stupidity that was before me. My voice shook with rage. "Taylor, prevent her from leaving GEH. Bring her back to me. Now."
Taylor snapped into action talking into his cell phone, no doubt reaching the main desk at the first ring.
Eyes now open to stare at my two ridiculously overpaid doormats; I leveled my best glower upon their terrified visages. "Olivia, pack your things and get out."
I paused at Andrea's face. She has put up with being my office manager for years. I count backwards from ten. "I'll deal with you later. Get yourself a new assistant."
I turned and walked back into my sanctuary to eagerly await Miss Steele's arrival. My desk beckoned me and I slipped into my chair. Hands folded before me and dick at full mast, I lost myself imaging new scenes with the seemly innocent Miss Steele. A knock at the door catches my attention and I rose to greet my visitor while adjusting my massive hard on to a less noticeable position.
Taylor entered alone. I could feel my hackles raise.
"Where is she?" I ground out between clenched teeth.
Ever stoic, even Taylor flinched at the venom in my voice. "Miss Steele evaded security in the lobby. Sawyer followed her out into the street but she was lost in the crowd. I took the liberty to find a vehicle registered in her name. It is nowhere near GEH."
I let out the breath I've been holding trying to convince myself that Taylor has been a model employee over the years. Counting back from ten now. Fucking Flynn.
"I want that background check on Miss Steele now. I want to know her next move. I want to know where she works and when she works. Get me a blank NDA and sub contract and have Gail pack an overnight bag for both of us. We leave for Portland as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir." Taylor nodded and left.
'Well played, little Anastasia,' I thought as I leaned back into my chair. Head thrown back, I sighed and closed my eyes to conjure her image before me. My cock twitched as much as my palms. First things first. Should I spank her before I ram my dick down her throat or vice versa?
Decisions...decisions...
I'm pulled from my musing by a telephone ring. I place it on speaker. "What?" I ask briskly.
I could almost hear Andrea shrinking at her desk. "Mr. Grey, sir, Mrs. Lincoln has arrived for your 4pm appointment. Shall I send her in?"
Damn it. I had forgotten about her. I answered Andrea an affirmative in a clipped tone. My pride and joy deflated at the sobering thought of Elena's appointment.
I stood and brushed my sweaty palms against my slacks as the door opened and Elena Lincoln sauntered into my office. My face was stone as she made her way to me, a smile spreading across her weathered face. My stomach rolled.
"Hello, Christian. It's good to see you again." Elena leaned in for a kiss.
My skin crawled and bile rose in my throat. 'Hag,' I thought.
"Likewise, Mrs. Lincoln. Please have a seat." I gestured to the conference table. I did not want her to taint the memory of Anastasia in the chair across from my desk. "We have much to discuss regarding the salons but first I wished to speak on a personal note."
That got her attention. A gleam of delight blossomed in her eyes. I believe she got the wrong impression.
"I need your advice on pursuing whom I believe to be a new sub."
The fake tits that had swelled in anticipation seemed to deflate suddenly on Elena's chest. "Oh? A new sub? Remember the last time you got your hands on one of those green girls. It wasn't pleasant for her, you, or your bank account."
"It was a great learning experience. I'm a better dominant from it," I replied.
"Really? And the next sub after that? It took me forever to find someone that matched your specifications that could trust you and even she failed."
I huffed and wrinkled my nose at the memory. "She wanted things I couldn't give her and she knew that. Even I'm not that deprived to find enjoyment in scat. I had to tear down half my playroom after the incident."
"So. Tell me how you met this new sub." Elena was playing it smart. I knew this, she knew this. Displeasing me would only get me to pull my support from the salons.
"She fell into my office. Today. Not even an hour ago." I smiled at the memory of her pert little ass waving in the air as she scrambled to gather her belongings. I would love to see the carpet burns on her knees be caused by something completely different than retrieving a packet of gum and her wallet. My cock twitched again despite Elena's stare. The combined bewildered expression and Botox treatment took its toll on her face. It was nauseating to look upon.
After a long pause while studying me, Elena spoke with conviction. "Well, if that is how you feel about her, then pursue her as HER dominate. Show her how you can be. I'm sure she'll be comforted that a man such as yourself would be willing to take on her training."
My ego bulged inside my chest at her praise. Even after all these years, I still appreciate her compliments. It was too bad that she physically repulsed me.
"I've already have an acquisition plan in motion. Now, onto business."
My mind turns toward the issues at hand. After all, I'm a multi-billionaire CEO. I cannot just abandon my duties to chase after tail no matter how fine that tail would be smacked pink and fucked raw. I have others to delegate the details to as long as the result is the same, I am content. Tonight or a week from now, I will have her in my playroom.
