"Morning Mrs Boland!"
Beth smiles at as she walks towards her office and turns on her heel, walking backwards for a few steps. "Morning, Richard. Please tell me you're closing on that deal this afternoon."
Richard grins back. "Got the ring on me right now." He pats his front pants pocket. "Oh, and there's a guy in your office, says he has an appointment."
Beth hesitates before thanking him and turns around, struggling to keep up the breezy walk. She can see the silhouette behind the half open blinds and sucks in a deep breath before opening the door and stepping through with as much nonchalance as she can manage. He doesn't turn around.
"Something up?" She asks as she shuts the door a little harder than needed. He doesn't look up from his phone as he replies.
"We need to talk."
"Great. Talk then," she says tersely. She drops her purse on the desk and walks around it. He's still scrolling through something on his phone when she glances at him, so she places both hands on the cool timber and leans over. "Talk."
He looks up and his mouth twists in something between a smirk and a pout. "Calm your tits. I just gotta finish this."
"Rio." She huffs and glares at him. He types something and locks his phone before turning his eyes back to hers. "If you're going to show up in my office unannounced at least keep your fucking phone in your pocket." She pushes off the desk and sits down hard in the chair. It rolls back a tiny bit and she has to pull herself back to a comfortable position.
"I am trying to sort out a deal that is going to make you a bunch of cash.' He purses his lips and his nostrils flare. 'You know what? I think we need to renegotiate."
She doesn't reply, just looks at him for a solid thirty seconds. He's goes back to doing something on his phone. She can see a vein running down the side of his forehead disappearing into the hairline at his temple. There's a small cut on his chin, and he's clean shaven for the first time she can remember. She decides he's not going to respond at all and opens her computer, types in her password, and opens up a spreadsheet of the incoming shipments that week.
It's a few minutes before she hears a rustle and the sound of the blinds being closed. She ignores it and instead focusses on pulling the projected sales value of the incoming inventory. He's in her line of vision a few moments later, leaning on her side of the desk right next to the computer.
She glares up at him. "You're in my way."
He pushes at the chair until it swivels a bit and she's forced to look directly at him. He lifts his foot up and places it between her legs, sole of his shoe resting on the plush leather. 'I said we need to renegotiate."
"And that means you need to close the blinds?" Her eyes are wide with mock innocence.
He pulls his gun out from behind him and places it on the desk. Her heart speeds up a bit and she feels sick.
"Oh... so we're doing that kind of negotiation?"
He licks his lips and bites down for a moment as if he's thinking. "We change to sixty forty but my guys start doing the drops."
"No." She crosses her arms to hide her shaking hands.
"This isn't a negotiation."
"It's in the word renegotiation, so what you're really here to do is threaten me out of ten percent."
"I ain't threatening you."
"Oh yeah? Sure looks like it from here." She gestures at the gun and he pushes the chair backwards hard enough to hit the glass of the window. He picks the gun up, ejects the clip, and empties the chamber. He catches the bullet as it pops out, and the gun goes back on the desk. The next thing Beth knows he's leaning over her, hot breath against her ear, hand running up her thigh.
"Is it so hard to believe I want you to be safe?" His hand is gripping her hip now, and the other is leaning against the glass behind her. She hears the squeak as he moves his palm against the window and feels his body jerk a tiny bit as if he's catching himself.
"You're not interested in me, you're only interested in your money." She buries her face in his neck and slides her lips up until her teeth catch on his earlobe and he sucks in a harsh breath. "And I suppose you think you're special? You're a way for me to pay my mortgage."
His fingers dig into her hip, and there's a disturbance in the air around her shoulder, like his arm is shaking a tiny bit. His head pulls back until his lips are hovering over hers. "That's not very nice."
Beth smirks, and tips her head back. "I'm not a nice person. Are you only just learning that now?"
Rio sets his mouth in a hard line and lets out a huff of breath from his nose before pushing away from her. "Sixty forty.'
"We stay as we are." Her tone is firm and steady, the complete opposite to how she's feeling.
'Or what?"
She raises her eyebrows and is quiet for a moment. She knows there's no point in bluffing and telling him she'll inform to the Feds, He knows it's a risk she'll never take, so she takes a leap.
"Fifty fifty... and your boys do the drops." She gets up from the chair and crowds him against the desk, picks up his gun, and loads the clip. "You agree to that, and I'll let you fuck me again." She slides the gun back into his waistband and pulls his shirt down over it.
His back is rigid, and his voice is rough and strained as he responds. "I thought you said I wasn't interested in you."
"I was bluffing."
He huffs a breath out of his nose. "What if I told you I'm not interested in you?"
Beth runs her hand up his chest and to his neck, until she's pressing her thumb lightly against his Adam's apple. Her eyes are wide in mock innocence. "Then you take the same deal, just without the fucking."
...
He's furious. He's let her get cocky and really he could take her if he wanted, strong arm her into a thirty seventy split but he can't do it because the way her lips are tickling at his cheek, and her hand is playing at his neck are making him weak and he's so mad at himself he could scream.
So he does the only thing that makes sense to him in the moment. He kisses her. Nothing like the messy, haphazard ones from the other week in her room. He kisses her like he means it, lips slick against hers, sucking on hers, pressing hard into hers until he knows they're going to be rough and sore for the rest of the day. He bites down on her lower lip and she gasps, finally responding properly and grabbing the back of his neck until they're both breathing hard through their noses and he's unbuttoning her jeans and shoving his hand inside, grabbing her ass and pulling her close until her breasts are pressed hard up against his chest and his hard-on is firm against her hip.
It's not until she's gasping an obscene word against his lips that he realises he's in too deep. That he's going to end up doing something stupid if he keeps falling into this trap, so he pulls away and turns around. He leans over the desk for a few moments and lets out a long shaky breath before he turns back toward her. Beth has stepped back and is buttoning her pants back up and tucking her shirt in to the waistband. Her lips are red and puffy, and her cheeks are flushed.
He clears his throat and she looks up from adjusting her buttons. "Ok fine. I'll have my guys do the drops and you keep your fifty percent."
She raises her eyebrows. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" He bites his lips and can't help but let his eyes drop down to his crotch, hard on obvious through the material of his jeans. Beth flicks her thumb at the corner of her mouth where it's still glistening a bit with his saliva. "Why?"
Rio runs his hand over his scalp and reaches his other arm out in a gesture of uncertainty. "Who the fuck knows."
He turns and walks out the door. It slams behind him, and a couple of the salespeople look over in surprise. He glowers in response and looks directly at the guy he spoke to when he came in, who is fidgeting with something in his pocket and looking like he's about to piss himself.
"Your boss is a real bitch, isn't she?"
