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Reply:Of course. Make sure Jay has an itinerary by Friday at noon.
Message:It’s a date!
Reply:What no argument?
Message:No, I’m getting used to your bizarre requests.
Reply:Careful, Baby. I do know where your office is.
I smile at his last comment and turn my attention to the work at hand. The afternoon is filled pulling process slides together into a concise, comprehensive presentation. The desk phone buzzes and I hit the speaker phone, still concentrating on the screen in front of me. “Kate, I have Dalton Hayes, CEO of Houston Medical Center on the line for your four o’clock meeting,” Renee announces. The conference lasts the entire hour, reviewing metrics and return on investment. Hayes agrees to do a short video clip on the Houston model redesign efforts including outcomes that Torzial can use in presentations going forward. I enter a slide as a placeholder for his clip noting some of the detail in our conversation, feeling excited about the outcomes.
I sense his presence and look up to find him watching me with deep, intense green eyes and a firmly set jaw. “What’s the matter?” I ask, detecting his agitation.
“Katarina, you were supposed to be downstairs with Jay at four thirty. He called to let me know you hadn’t arrived and were still here. They adjusted the security detail to accommodate the change but don’t have a clue what your plans are. Why are you still here?” he asks.
“I had a conference call from four to five… I didn’t see it on my calendar earlier. We actually got a commitment from Hayes to do a video clip about the project outcomes,” I explain.
“I’m happy for you, but more interested in getting you to take your security detail seriously,” he states.
“I’m sorry, the schedule changed, and I just got busy,” I explain, irritated that he’s upset about something so trivial.
“Katarina, it’s not something you can forget. It’s the most important thing you do, keep security appraised of what you’re doing so they can do their job.”
“I’m sorry they were worried, but seriously, they know I’m here, you see I’m here, so why are you upset?” I ask more than slightly annoyed now.
“What if I came into your office and you weren’t here, Katarina?” he asks tightly.
“You are overreacting, Chase. I know you are only protecting me, and I’ll try to remember, but seriously… I need a little space,” I say.
“You need to give me your word that you’re going to take this seriously going forward. You can decide to agree or argue, but we both know how that will end,” he says with a hint of a smile.
“Ahh… so you want to play?” I ask affably. “That sounds like much more fun than arguing,” I say, running my finger across my upper lip.
“Whatever the lady feels appropriate for the multitude of transgressions I’m sure could be accommodated,” he says evenly. His tone is serious, but I see the spark in his eye.
“Maybe we should go home and discuss options in a warm bubble bath with a glass of wine,” I say, feeling myself moistening with anticipation.
“You need only ask once, Katarina. The meeting I was staying late to attend has canceled so we can go back to Prestian tonight,” he says, carrying my bags and guiding me toward the elevator.
The car ride home is filled with sexual energy. Chase has his arm loosely around my shoulders and his fingers rubbing in a circular pattern along the side of my neck are sending goosebumps down my arms. He’s quiet, reticent and clearly still agitated. Jay pulls up to the front door to let us out when we arrive, and Matt unloads our belongings.
We are alone in our room, and I can’t quite make out the emotion in his eyes… something guarded. He pulls me into his arms crushing me to him, capturing my lips roughly, expertly parting my lips to allow his tongue passage. I’m breathless, as he finally pulls his mouth from mine, but keeps me pressed tightly against his rock hard crotch.
“Baby, you drive me absolutely crazy. I’d like to spank your beautiful little ass red right now,” he says breathlessly.
“When have you ever needed permission,” I ask, feeling the desire building just at the thought.
“Baby, your lack of sexual inhibition is such a turn on,” he says, pressing his mouth against mine. “I want to fuck you in our bed… right now,” he says. His hands glide up my thighs, slowly skimming the lacy edge of my panties before sliding them down over my heels. His fingers tease the soft hair between my legs before he explores lower, sliding his finger in the sensitive area. “Baby, you’re already so wet,” he says, gliding the lubrication across my clit, pressing softly with every caress.
“Please, don’t stop,” I murmur, pushing up to grind against his touch.
“Hold still, Baby, I want you to feel every stroke,” he says, continuing the pattern then slowing moving his finger away.
“Don’t stop, Chase,” I murmur.
“Patience.”
He takes his time, letting his tongue explore the insides of my thighs, brushing through the soft hair, teasing me with his warm wet tongue connects with my clit, again. I push against him… unable to control the squirming.
