If people ever said something about Andreas Arroyo, it is that he is nothing like his brother. Ever since they were children, everyone, from their parents to their teachers and nannies and even other townies, would never fail to mention how they only resembled each other in looks.
To this day, he still huffs his chest in childish pride when he is positively compared to his screw-up sibling, and doing the opposite of what José would do in any given situation is an overall good moral principle. So far, he has managed to uphold such image with great success, even if he has his own misgivings with the letter of the law.
Things have not been so easy lately.
He is not an unprofessional man in any extent of the word, and he was respected and well-known in Sugardale. Townies and university folk alike looked up to him and appreciated how he protected the city with his money and influence. He was polite when he needed to be and a little blunt, powerful and strong. He is married with children and takes good care of his family, even if they do not always appreciate it.
He is also the owner of a family holding, and the boss of one Sophie Paulze.
Ms. Paulze, as he addresses her whenever they are in public, came to him very well-recommended. Dean Monroe wrote him personally, telling him about her many talents in computer science, Dr. Grey and Dr. McGregor both had only compliments to pay in her referrals, and even his son Shaun, to whom he rarely can exchange two words in civil conversation, was eager to regale him stories about her wonder. In fact, the only person he had ever seen being nasty to her was his niece Courtney, which was more of a positive than anything else.
Andreas remembers when he first met her. He needed a good and discrete programmer to tap into the security system for his more private deals, and if only half of what had been said about the girl was true, then he concluded that she was more than worth the investment.
He interviewed her for the job at some slow Tuesday afternoon. He noted that she was bright-eyed and polite as she reached out to shake his hand.
"It's nice to meet you, sir. I look forward to working below you." It rolling off her tongue in a dreamy, breathier tone when he told her that she was hired.
The middle-aged man could not help the way he felt his cheeks heat, trying to hide it with a more passive look on his face when he shuddered at the feeling of her hand in his, only nodding in reply. He earned himself an awkward glance away when he pulled his hand back almost immediately, leaving her to assume that she had offended him in some way when he gruffly left after, telling her to be there tomorrow for her shift.
The truth, the shameful truth, is that all he truly wants is to feel her touch again.
Sophie tried, earnest and sincere, to be kind to him, and Andreas knew this. She tried to get to know him better during the time they worked in close proximity, she actually took her time to learn more about the man, his preferences and his peeves, his thoughts in various issues, and not just to please him, either. It is not something he is used to, but not wholly unwelcome. He cannot fault her intent, either way, as she is just a naïve little girl who liked being friends with everyone.
He had overheard her talking to his secretary, whom she, evidently, befriended over her time under contract, at the end of their workday one unremarkable evening, slipping in a comment about how she does not think that the boss likes her much.
It was then that she realises that there would be a UX test later that week and it is just going to be the both of them. As she sucks her pouty lips between her teeth nervously and his secretary giggles at her friend, he cannot deny the sudden drop in his chest before he retreats through where he had come from, his previous intent forgotten, because it is not what he means for her to assume. Not at all.
She just made him feel strange, Andreas considers as he stands in his private office, staring absentmindedly at the decorative books lining the shelves and the stack of documents in his desk. It was late afternoon, and he is meant to be going home no later than in an hour, but there is plenty of work left to do if he so fancied some overtime.
He did not dislike Ms. Paulze, not at all. She is a good worker, as knowledgeable and capable as he was advertised, and also very discrete and efficient. She is a good team worker and everyone in the office seemed to care for her. Her wardrobe could use some work, with the huge wiry glasses and the amount of wool she wore, but he can see there is untapped beauty lying beneath terrible fashion choices. All in all, she is good value for investment, and he is keen in hiring her out of college, if she so wishes to remain in Sugardale.
Maybe Andreas did avoid her a little. He always seems to leave the room whenever she arrives, but it is because he could not help the way his gaze lingered on her whenever she is around him. It was easier that way to hide how his eyes would trail along her figure under her gaudy pullover, trying to cover it up with blunt words and folded arms, shaking his head whenever she caught him.
He hated the way his heart would race whenever Sophie sat next to him on the conference room, and she always did, bouncing down next to him with a breathless sigh.
It took everything in him not to reach out to pull her closer when her thigh knocked against his own, because bosses shouldn't do that with their employees, should they? This is one of those José behaviours that he managed to avoid so far, and therefore he feels justified in his avoidance, even if only for his own self-preservation. Nothing good can ever come of this.
Maybe I should apologise to her, Andreas thought as he ran an exasperated hand through his tidy black hair, cursing under his breath before pulling himself together and adjusting his suit jacket with a sigh as he turned. What would he even say? Apologies if he has been impolite, but he thinks she is really pretty? How ridiculous.
He groans at the realisation, turning to leave his office to return back to where he knows she will be. However, he stops silently in the doorway when he actually finds her, leaning over her desk and facing away from him as she arranges a couple of reports, bidding farewell to the last of her colleagues as she gets ready to leave for the night.
Sophie still has not noticed him yet, and maybe that is a good thing, Andreas realises when he finds his eyes trailing along her figure once more as he swallows heavily. The dim lighting of the closing office still illuminates the curve of her hips and ass in that short tweed skirt falling along the skin delicately.
She is almost teasing him, stopping him just short of her thighs. He is pretty sure if he bent down a little, he would be able to see…
"Mr. Arroyo?" She breathes, turning to him slowly.
Her sudden realisation surprises the man, and he is hoping that she does not notice the sharp inhale he takes in before his face falls back to his usual neutral expression. He clears his throat, breaking the silence as he tries to calm down his heart rate.
"Was that the last of them?" He asks, his voice coming out lower than he thought it would.
He crosses the distance between them in four long steps, standing across from her and trying to ignore the way her soft and curious gaze on him is making his face burn hot. However, just when he is sure that he is blushing profusely, she turns away, nodding with one of her sweeter smiles before she places the glance on the desk as he approaches her further.
Sophie smells nice, kind of sweet, Andreas realises when he steps closer, expecting her to move aside. However, when she only turns her attention back to the next report, he has no other choice but to close the distance between them both, furrowing his brows as he reaches over her for a file, meant to justify his presence there.
He steadies himself with his other hand on the desk beside her, careful enough to keep some distance between her back and his chest, but she is so close, too close for comfort. From this angle, he can make out the curves of her figure even clearer, and his eyes, narrowed and half-lidded, steal glances at her skin beneath him. He suddenly forgets what he was reaching for in the first place, too busy trying not to focus on the way his skin feels warm at the close proximity, suddenly aware of how close his other hand is to her skin, his breathing becoming increasingly shallow when she sighs beneath him and he cannot help but inch closer.
"Are you okay, Mr. Arroyo?" She hums, turning to look at him again before he can realise how close he is.
The swell of her ass brushes against his crotch as Andreas grunts slightly. He cannot avoid the sudden and involuntary buck of his hips to feel her closer as he bites back a groan so intensely it almost sounds like a snarl. His animal behaviour earns him a gasp from her when the hand of his that was previously wrapped around the desk suddenly grabs her hips to keep them both steady.
The businessman feels Ms. Paulze tense up when his fingers tighten into the flesh of her hips before she relaxes. He is unsure if it is the dizzy spin of his mind that has convinced him that she is pushing herself closer to him, or if she feels exactly what he does too as the sudden atmosphere in the room becomes heavier.
He does not think about it too much, he does not let himself, lest he loses himself in the fantasy and the desire and does something he truly never can walk back from. He must look so unprofessional, but another breathy, almost whimpered sigh of his name falling from her lips earns her another needy twitch from his hips and cock as he is pulled from another lewd daydream.
Andreas tears himself away from his employee with a curt apology and a "please excuse me." As he leaves suddenly, excusing himself back to his office, without his file. Before the door closes and his back hits the cool wood afterwards, a shaky exhale falls from his lips as he grumbles, letting his gaze fall to the now obvious bulge in his black slacks.
"S-so ridiculous."
I shouldn't, not here, Andreas thinks, smoothing back the raven hair that has fell messily over his flushed skin. He lets his head fall back against the door as his fingers smooth under the waistband of his pants.
I shouldn't, but I can't face her like this, the older businessman realises before he sighs and unbuttons his pants, pushing them down just enough to allow his heavy cock to spring free, already sensitive as precum gathers at the blunt tip.
He wraps his fine and soft hand around the base, giving it a few shallow pumps before he hisses through his teeth, stifling any noise in the hopes that Ms. Paulze does not hear him. He steadiest himself against the door as his thighs tremble, swiping his thumb along the beads of precum before smearing them along his thick shaft with a few lazy, languid pumps.
His skin felt sticky as he continued his ministrations, thumping his head back against the door behind him as his eyes gloss over and flutter closed. He is not able to control the way his mind goes over his last encounter with her as his hips buck, the fat head of his cock glistening and disappearing into his fist.
"Dios…" He grumbles, words muffled as he clenching his jaw.
Andreas recalls the way in which Sophie said his name, her tone dreamy and honeyed every time "Mr. Arroyo" falls from her lips, like it is just for him. He cannot help but think about how much prettier it would sound through a moan.
He sloppily pumps his thick cock as he remembers just how the curve of his employee's ass felt against him, panting shamelessly at the way she relaxed into his embrace. It is as if she trusted him, but would she still trust him knowing he was doing this right now? Would she still continue to work here?
Andreas huffs, pushing that thought from his hazed mind as he twists his hand around his cock in just the way he likes, imagining it was her hand instead as he forms a tight circle around the sensitive pink glands and squeezes, accidentally letting a shaky, languid moan of her name slip from his lips as his fingers graze over the sensitive head of his cock.
The squelching noises only grow louder, echoing through his dimly-lit room as he loses himself in more thoughts of her, how she would look underneath him, how warm her mouth would probably feel around him as she babbles out "harder, Andreas!" from her pouty lips as his hands tighten on her hips again.
He wants to feel more of her, see more of her.
His technique grows messier with each involuntary buck of his hips, more hushed groans falling from him as his tongue flicks out to drag along his lips, his other hand pressing over his mouth to muffle his noises. This is shameful, the way he is behaving, but the thought of her beneath him as he sinks into her needy, glistening folds has him losing his mind as he grunts, clenching his teeth before his orgasm suddenly rips through him as he muffles another needy moan of her name.
The familiar rush of heat ignites his nerves as he trembles, digging his heels into the hard wooden floor below him to steady himself as he spills over his hands and jacket, drenching his wedding ring of hot, white semen.
Thick ropes of cum drip down the fabric of his clothes as he tries to swallow a deep but satisfied groan. As the afterglow rushes through his body, he is trying to keep himself steady on trembling thighs, burying his face into his one clean palm when what he has done finally settles into the room.
"Mr. Arroyo?" A melodious voice calls from behind the door. "Did you call me? Is everything okay?"
Andreas jumps, slamming himself against the door as his heavy, almond eyes widen with panic. He realises the position he is in now, covered in cum after relieving himself over his employee in his office like a badly-trained dog.
However, he cannot deny the way his cock twitches at the sound of his name from her lips.
"Uh, yes, I'm sorry. I just forgot to take stock on one of the reports. I'm almost done." He excuses himself.
"Oh, alright, then. Should I wait for you, sir?" She asks, kindly.
"No!" He exclaims, suddenly. "No, there's no need. You may go home, it's late."
A moment of silence passes before Sophie responds, "Okay. Goodnight, Mr. Arroyo."
"You too." He responds, uncommittedly.
Andreas cums four different times before he finally heads home, spent.
"Father, may I come in?" Shaun asks after knocking at the door of his home office, before a Sunday lunch.
Andreas hums affirmatively, even if he is slightly vexed. Work in the office has not been productive, and he has been trying to cut down on the delays by working weekends at home. The last thing he needs is his son whining his ear off about something or another.
He raises his eyes from the papers and the young man walks in, surprisingly with a visitor in tow.
He clears his throat, a beaming and proud smile in his face. "I suppose you're already acquainted, but if I may present you officially, this is my girlfriend, Sophie."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Arroyo. Thank you for receiving me." Sophie said, with her usual sweet smile.
Andreas instantly knows his Sunday would not be productive, either.