The CEO (12 page)

“That’s Mrs. Bitch to you, asshole!”

Ryan came running into my office with a huge grin on his face. “That bad?”

“I knew his ass was lying before he set foot in my office. Thank god he was my last interview of the day. Tomorrow better bring someone exciting or you’ll have to learn marketing.”

“So do you have any plans for the night?” Ryan asked.

“I actually do. Shocking, I know.”

“Oh, well have a good time, Sheila.” Ryan exited my office like a sad puppy. I almost felt bad, but I had a date with John and I needed to get a taste of him before he started his potential new job.

John and I met up at the Illegally Delicious Seafood restaurant. He was standing in front of the glass doors sporting a blue collared shirt and a pair of dark wash jeans. “Wow, I almost didn’t recognize you in normal people attire,” I joked.

“Same here, although you didn’t veer too far off course. Your legs still look exquisite in that leather skirt.”

He opened the door for me and as soon as we fought through the crowd, the little buzzer in John’s pocket lit up. We went straight to the hostess and she crossed John’s name off the waiting list before grabbing two menus.

“So how long have you been waiting here?”

“Don’t worry about that beautiful, I just wanted to make sure
you
didn’t have to wait too long to be seated.”

The hostess seated us in a booth near the window. The seats were soft and made of a plush material. The tables looked like they were hand carved from actual pine wood and had a glossy finish. The lighting in the room was warm, then they dimmed the lights a bit just before we took our seats.

“I’ve never eaten here before, what would you recommend?” I asked.

“Personally, I’d tell you to try the garlic butter shrimp and linguini. It’s to die for.”

“That’s one of my favorite dishes, but everywhere I’ve gone seems to disappoint, except for an Italian restaurant my dad and I frequent.”

“I can guarantee you’ll never want to order it from anywhere else
ever
again.”

“How are you two this evening? My name is Renee and I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?”

“Bring us two Patrón margaritas. We’ll also have the fried shrimp and haddock appetizer sampler, with light tartar sauce,” he ordered.

John and I hadn’t known each other very long, but he was most certainly speaking my language.

“John, I am absolutely stuffed. That was delicious, but I’m sorry to say, this would be my second go-to restaurant for garlic butter shrimp.”

“Damn, I thought for sure this would knock your other place out of the park.”

“It was a nice attempt, but it fell just a bit short.”

“That’s okay, I’m sure I’ll have another chance to wow you.”

“Maybe. So tell me, what company are you interviewing at next?”

“A large firm somewhere in the downtown district. I don’t want to give too much away; I believe it would be bad luck. If I get the job we can go out and celebrate afterward, deal?”

“Deal.”

“Thank you for introducing me to this place, I’ll definitely come here again.”

“Good. Hey Sheila, the night is still young, would you like to come over my place?”

“Do you live far from here?”

“No, not at all.”

I don’t know what is was about him, but I trusted him. If he passed my test tonight, then I knew for sure I could keep him around for a while.

We pulled up in front of a stone duplex condo not too far from the restaurant. There was a set of stone steps and a metal railing leading up to the white front door. There was a bronze number seven engraved into the top of the door.

Once we were inside, I was actually shocked. There wasn’t anything too flashy or fancy inside, just a normal wooden table set, a two-piece polyester couch, and a large flat screen TV. “Have a seat wherever you’d like, I’ll be right back.”

John disappeared into the other room as I found a spot on the longer couch. I turned the TV on and a gruesome story was on the news: two men had to be air lifted to Medical Mass Hospital when a gas line exploded at a construction site, severely burning their skin off. “Man, I’d hate to have to deal with that paperwork. Poor guys though,” John said as he resurfaced from the back.

“I know, it almost reminded me of something that happened a few days ago. I almost thought it was going to be that story.”

“Oh, well hopefully it’s nothing you have to deal with directly, that would suck,” he laughed.

“Right...it
would
suck.”

John entered the kitchen area and grabbed a bottle out of the fridge. “I take it you’re a Moscato girl, right?”

“Wouldn’t have anything else,” I said.

He popped the cork and poured the bubbly liquid into two large wine glasses, then handed one to me.

“To bright starts, and new beginnings,” he said, as we clinked them together. I inhaled my wine and he quickly refilled my glass. As I started chugging back the second glass, my phone started violently vibrating in my purse. I looked at the screen and had two missed calls from my brother, Kieran. I didn’t bother responding because I knew it couldn’t have been anything
that
important.

I returned my gaze to John and he was staring at me with a huge smile on his face.

Three glasses of wine later, I was definitely feeling quite the buzz. I placed the stem back on the carpet in front of me and slid closer to John. I placed my hand on his thigh and his body reacted fairly quickly to my touch. “Sheila, what are you doing?”

“Testing you, think you can handle that John?”

I slid my hand further up his thigh and directly over his zipper. He tightly grasped my wrist and pushed my hand away. “Do you not want this, John?”

“Of course I do, but my place, my rules.” He slid to his knees and crawled in front of me, rubbing his hand up and down my skirt. “I’ve been thinking about the treasures under here for a while.”

He hiked up my skirt and I lifted my hips to allow the material to slide up around my waist. He ran his nose across the top of my thighs, and then spread my knees apart.

Gently kissing the inside of my thigh, he inhaled then continued his journey to my mound. He teased me with one finger, running it up and down the seam of my lace panties, torturing me. “Sheila, do I have permission to have my way with you?”

I wanted to yell ‘Why the fuck are you asking me this? Just go for it, you tease’, but I replied with a simple nod yes.

“Thank you.” He grabbed the bottom of my panties and completely ripped them off. Rubbing his nose against my clit, I could feel the wetness building inside of me. He gave my clit one gentle kiss and that was all it took. He firmly assaulted it with his tongue.

I lost count of how many orgasms that man gave me before sliding a condom on and introducing me to his cock. I only caught a quick glimpse of it, but it was definitely one of the biggest I’d seen in a while.

He shoved my feet on both sides of his shoulders and pumped as hard and as fast as he could. Tears welled in my eyes from the intense pleasure. My nipples were hard as rocks and my body was completely hot to the touch. He placed his hand around my throat and I lost it. My body lost all control and seized as I came—
hard.

Flashing a quick smile, he continued his conquest until he too let go. “Fuck Sheila, I’ve never come that hard before.”

“Neither have I.” My legs felt like dead weight and my clitoris was completely engorged and still throbbing from the intense orgasm. I had to give myself a minute to regroup.

A few moments passed and I was finally able to sit up. I stood and smoothed the leather material that was bunched around my waist back down. I asked John where the bathroom was and hurried in to collect myself. I took my purse in with me and touched up my makeup in the mirror. I re applied my red lipstick and blush to my cheeks. My hair was a complete mess, so I pulled it back in a high ponytail. It would definitely be a night to remember.

My phone was still continuously vibrating so I picked it up and had ten missed calls and two texts from my brother.
I really wish he would get a life. Big sis isn’t always gonna be there to bail his ass out.

I returned to the living room where John was sitting on the couch. “I have to go, but I’ll definitely be in touch. Good luck on your interview tomorrow!”

“Sheila, wait!” he yelled as I slammed his front door shut.

Saying good bye for the first time after sex with someone I was unfamiliar with never got easier the more often it happened. For some reason, I felt a strong urge to leave after sex with John, and I didn’t know why. It was like my mind knew something bad was going to happen and wanted me to leave as soon as possible.

Ryan and Liam were the only two exceptions where I never questioned wanting to be around them afterward. I felt right staying with them. I felt
safe.

Out of curiosity, I tried to call Kieran back, but he didn’t answer. I felt a bit of guilt for not answering my phone earlier, and hoped he was okay.

As I pulled up to my condo, I felt a weird sensation in my stomach. Anytime I felt that, I knew something bad had happened or was going to happen. I locked my car and walked up the steps. I put the key in the hole and noticed something red on the handle of my door. It looked like blood.

I opened the door in a hurry, locked it back, and ran to the kitchen sink to wash my hands. I tried to call Kieran one last time, but again there was no response.
Dammit K, where are you?