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Nadia
“What you have to understand,Miss Williams, is that I have a fiduciary responsibility to my shareholders.” Austin Maddox stands up and walks out from behind his desk. His huge, bulking frame almost blacks out the light from behind him. He perches on the corner of his desk, looking down at me. I force myself to maintain eye contact. I’m a professional. A strong, powerful kick-ass career woman, and I’m not going to let myself be intimidated by this incredibly handsome, and magnificently wealthy, man. “But, right now, I don’t give a fuck about any of that. All I care about is my daughter. She’s in trouble, and I need you to help her.”
“Well,” I clear my throat, “you’ve come to the right person, Mr. Maddox. I may be young, but I’m the best at what I do.”
“Good.” He strokes his chin thoughtfully. I can feel his eyes on my body as he takes me in. “And call me Austin. My father was Mr. Maddox, and he was an asshole.”
“Ok.”
“So,” he stands back up and walks over the floor-to-ceiling window that lines his huge, penthouse office. I take the chance to peek at the pictures of him on the wall. Austin Maddox used to be a prizefighter. A world champion heavyweight who dominated his division with devastating ferocity. The images of him that line his office show him in the ring. His huge, perfect muscles glistening with perspiration. A savage smile on his lips as he ducks his head and deals a deadly blow to whatever unlucky opponent happened to be facing him that night. The mere sight of him, topless and wild, makes my tummy clench. My pussy moisten. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a room with a man so handsome. Alone. But, I need to keep my eyes on the job. Austin Maddox may have been a boxer once upon a time, but now he’s the CEO of a fortune five hundred company. Stock exchanges ripple every time he sends a tweet. He’s been on the cover of more magazines dressed in a designer suit than he ever was with the boxing gloves on his hands. “What exactly is your plan?”
“Control the narrative,” I say without even thinking. “Your daughter’s in a bad situation. I’m not going to sugarcoat it. You know it, I know it, and more importantly, the press knows it. They’re going to have a field day. This is going to sell magazines. It’s going to get views on their shitty little websites. There are going to be Youtube videos and podcasts and tweets and talking heads talking on late-night news talk shows. It’s going to make them thousands and thousands in advertising revenue, and for that reason alone, they are going to hound her and hassle her and make her life a living hell until every last nasty little morsel of this story has been squeezed out and aired in public… or the public get bored and move on.
"My job is to make the story as unexciting, and therefore as unprofitable, as possible.” I fiddle with the hem of my skirt and think about the words I need to say next. “Permission to speak freely?”
“Of course,” he says, still looking out at the city from his eagle nests view.
“Maddison was arrested for possession of a class A drug, drunk driving, possession of an illegal firearm, assault, resisting arrest, assaulting a police officer, attempted murder, contributing to the delinquency of a minor… and was arrested, while apparently attending an orgy with the entire lineup of the local college football team.”
Austin makes a low growling sound, like a lion getting ready to rip the head of an animal attacking its cubs.
“It’s going to be difficult to keep all this hidden.”
Austin spins around and slams his hands on his desk. The noise is so loud I almost fall off my chair. It’s as if someone has just fired a shotgun in my face. For a second, I’m scared for my life. If this man decided to go postal on me, I wouldn’t stand a chance. Even if he wasn’t a trained fighter, he’s so much bigger than me. Six foot six of pure hardened steel.
“Difficult,” he growls. “I don’t care if it’s nigh on impossible. It’s your job to fix it. I am paying you a lot of money, Miss Williams. I expect results. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I gulp.
“Good.” He lowers his head. His hands are balled into fists on the desk. I almost feel sorry for him. My motherly instinct calls out and urges me to reach over and run my hands through his thick, silvery hair. Tell him everything is going to be alright. “I do not accept failure from myself, and I do not accept failure from any of my employees either.”
“Technically,” I say, “I’m not your employee.”
“Wrong.” He looks up at me. His face is dark and devilish. “Technically, you may work for a separate company. A PR firm. But, until this mess is over, your ass is mine. If you can’t handle that, then leave now… while you still have a chance.”
“I can handle that,” I say, the words coming out my mouth in a muted squeak. The image of my ass literally being his flashes through my head. His hands on my hips as he plunges his cock deep between my legs. The feel of his breath on my back as he makes me cum. “Totally focused on the cock.” I lick my lips. My cheeks burn. He smiles for the first time since I’ve met him. A bright, white smile that soaks my already soggy panties. “I mean… on the job.”
“Yes,” he growls, standing up. I maintain eye contact, but I can see an impressive bulge in his suit trousers. “Your ass is definitely mine.”
2
Austin
Fuck,when my lawyer told me he was going to hire the best damn PR woman in town, he could have warned me she also happened to be the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen.
“Keep up,” I tell her as we power walk through the main foyer of my office building.
Samantha, my assistant, trails after us. “But, you have a meeting in less than an hour,” she says.
“Cancel it.”
“And what about your appointment with the developers.”
“Cancel it.” I turn around so swiftly she almost stumbles into me. “Cancel everything. And stop following me like some puppy dog. You’re not a puppy dog, are you, Samantha?”
“N-n-no?” she stutters.
