Page 18 of Her Savior
If this doesn’t work or worse yet, I catch feelings over his privileged ass, this could backfire in my damn face. I can’t risk that humiliation.
“Are you okay, Keisha?” He asks and I nod as we’re in the elevator going up to the firm. “What’s on your mind?”
“I think you’re full of shit,” I reply and I glance up at him, “so there’s that.”
Savior chuckles and I feel that vibration down to my yoni. This is going to be a long-ass work day. “Can I see you for a moment in my office?”
“Yeah, I guess.” I shrug.
We arrive at the firm and Savior makes a beeline to his office with me in tow. He passes by Easton, who quickly stands up to speak but once he sees me, he slowly sits back down as Savior holds a hand up to him saying,not now.
I walk into his office and he closes the double-glass doors behind us. The doors are this thick, frosted glass that would be impossible to see inside. I also imagine it would be impossible to hear what’s going on inside as well.
It’s my first time in Savior’s office and impressive doesn’t even begin to describe it. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing all of Los Angeles. A small private conference room was adjacent to his, as well with a bathroom.
His desk was made of oak, and looked as every bit of expensive as him. A bar was in a nearby corner that had jeweled decanters and every top shelf liquor there was.
“Have a seat, Keisha.” He instructed. “Do you want a drink?”
“No,” I politely declined. I sit down on a sofa and my body melts into it. It’s the most comfortable sofa I have ever sat on and I’m already used to this Caucasian lifestyle.
Savior removes his jacket and tie and loosens two buttons on his shirt. He turns around and I feel my breath stolen. Goddamn, he’s fucking gorgeous. His clothes are tailored to every inch of his wonderful frame.
Savior sits beside me and that small buzzing from before became louder between us. “Have you thought about what I asked earlier?”
“To suck your dick and you’ll pay for my tuition? Hardly.” I deadpan.
He chuckles and I’m forcing my legs to stay closed. “I always believe if I come with a sweetened deal already on the table, the offer to decline it would be harder.”
The man has a point. I see why he’s second in command. He knows how to broker a deal. Still, the idea of sex with him sounds so clinical and unromantic. I mean, what he’s offering me is better than the Howard Johnson but I dunno about this.
“What’s making you nervous about this?” He scoots closer to me. His arm is on the back of the sofa and my body is pressed close to his. If I try hard enough, I can feel the pulse of his heartbeat against me.
“Your deal sounds too good to be true. Plus, how do I know you’re not full of it? You see a poor black kid down on her luck and you decide to rescue her from the ghetto. She just has to suck your dick whenever you feel like it.”
“I was thinking,” he rubs a finger over my pout, “maybe you would suck my dick whenever you felt like it.”
My nipples tighten to his fingers and my body becomes more aware of what’s going on. A small dampness forms on my panties and my breathing becomes a bit more ragged.
I quickly stand up and gather my bearings. “No,” I declare as I straighten my blouse. “No.” I head to his door.
Savior beats me to it and places his hand on top of mine. My shoulders relent and I feel my will slipping away. “You’re a straight-A student, Keisha. You spend your weekends volunteering at the local food bank. I know about the recent donation you gave to Alzheimer’s research in honor of your late grandmother. You’re beautiful and bright and you deserve better.”
I hastily turn around. “How did you know about—”
Before I can finish the question, Savior sweeps his lips over mine before his anxious tongue enters inside. His tongue explores my mouth and I feel powerless against him. I also feel more aroused than ever.
I reach up and grab his hair, pulling him closer to me as I feel his hands began to wander all over my body. He plays with my nipples through the cotton fabric and slightly pinches them.
His lips trail down to my neck and back up, making me softly moan and breathe. Are we really doing this? At work? What if someone interrupts us?
“Keisha…” His low voice comes out as a cross between a moan and a plea. “…think about it.” An alarm goes off and Easton’s comes over the overhead speaker.
“Savior, your two o’clock appointment is here.”
Savior forces himself back. Almost instantly, the intensity died down and business Savior comes full circle. It’s almost as if nothing ever happened between us at all. He checks his appearance one last time in the mirror and I follow his lead.
“You have the weekend to think about this. After the weekend, I need an answer, Keisha.” He says. It’s not a request, but an order. He watches me reapply my lipstick and stops me from doing so. He takes the lipstick and carefully applies the color on my lips. “I’m giving you time to think about what happened here. I can be quite persuasive if I don’t get my way.”
“If I say no,” I carefully respond, “you’re going to fire me.”
Savior finishes applying the lip color and stares at my lips. The look he has just made my panties dampen even more. “I’m not going to fire you because you’re going to say yes.” He hands me back the lipstick. “I’m giving you the weekend so you can come up with a counteroffer. I made you a sweetened offer, now you can tailor it to your liking. Your call.”
