Page 10 of Serena
Caleb
Will do.
Is there a kink for watching the woman you're obsessed with at work? Because fuck, I can watch this woman all day. Over the last couple of weeks, that’s all I find myself doing. To the point where I have to lock myself in my office to get any work done, or I’ll make up excuses to walk around aimlessly. I can’t stop myself. Any chance I have to “join” meetings, I do, just to be near her. My cousin calls me pathetic. Screw him.
Not only is Serena intelligent, but she’s charismatic. She has a way of drawing you in, and for someone who deals with numbers every day, that's a jarring task, but she makes it look effortless. There’s something else; it’s like she’s purposely closing herself off from others.
Always with her hair down, which is her signature look. She loves her pencil skirts and blazers, and those heels—not too high, but still sexy. The thought of bending her over my desk with her brown hair wrapped around my hand…lifting up that skirt…her panties…damn it, now I’m hard. I shift in my seat.
“What do you think, Mr. Kayde?” Jacob from accounting asks. I glance at Serena, who’s trying to hide a smile. She must have noticed that I stopped paying attention.
I turn the question back to him. “What do you think?” He agrees with everything she is presenting. As he should—she knows what she’s doing. Plus, Jacob is on my shit list. I noticed how he looked at her a couple of weeks ago. How he tries to impose himself on her. She doesn’t take it.That’s my girl. He won’t be here long, but for now, I moved him a couple of floors down, along with other men who I’ve caught staring at her. He’s lucky I didn’t fire him or gouge his eye out with his own pen.
After the meeting, I have no choice but to stay seated. Why? Because of my hard dick. Because Serena is still in the room and, like a creep, I look at her every chance I can. Images of me fucking her on the conference table, her straddling me, her…Jesus Christ, get it together, Ian.
“Are you all right, Mr. Kayde?” she asks as she’s grabbing her things.
“Yes, that was an impressive presentation, and you can call me Ian. You're very passionate about numbers,” I tease.
“I’m passionate about what I do.”
My eyes wander to her lips. Those full lips…those lips around my co?—.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, have a good day, Mr. Kayde.”
“Call me Ian. And actually, do you have time for a quick meeting?” What am I doing? I quickly come up with an excuse. “It’s regarding some potential property investments.” I mean, I was thinking about buying another company.
“Now?”
“Yes, is that a problem?”
“I just need to grab lunch.”
“Perfect, I’ll join you.” I can see her hesitation.
“How do you feel about Mexican?" she asks.
“I’m obsessed with it.” She missed the meaning behind the comment, but I smile to myself.
“Great, let me ask Claudia if she wants anything. There's a place around the corner.”
We arrive at the Mexican restaurant that’s a block away from the office. It’s small, but we beat the rush hour traffic. We order, and I take a seat across from her. I could look at her every moment of every day.
“So, tell me about the properties you’re interested in.”
Straight to business. “Well, I may expand Kayde Investments; I’m thinking about the northeast part of the country, Maine or New Hampshire." I smile internally because Gabe is going to lose his shit when he sees this report.
“I can work with the team to look at market trends, costs, and get a full scope for you.” Shit. If anything, I just added a whole new project.
“Give me a week, and I’ll have numbers for you.”
“A week? That’s fast; take your time. This is just an idea.”
She confidently informs me, “It’s my job, and I don’t mind.” Now I really feel like an asshole for adding more work to her already busy schedule. The waitress drops off our food, and Serena thanks her in Spanish. “Muchas gracias, Doña Alma.” Along with something else. She’s so sexy when she speaks Spanish.
