Chapter 2

While I waited for her, I saw Trish walking down the hall, swaying her hips as soon as she saw me."Good morning, Martin,"sshe whispers as she passes me. I know she's supposed to sound seductive, since she's been trying to do that ever since I started. As a simple response, I nod and add,"Trish."If I said anything else, it would be impossible to shake her off, and that's the last thing I need before the meeting.

Gina finally gives me two aspirins and a glass of water. Gathering my things, I cross the building toward our meeting room. Even with fifteen minutes' notice, the room is already full.

What catches my attention is the person sitting next to my dad, with their back to me, with long, reddish hair tied back in a ponytail. What on earth are they doing here?

As soon as my dad sees me, he signals for me to come over."Hi Martin, come here, I'd like to introduce you to our new creative director,"he says, his voice sounding excited.

She gets up immediately and turns to face me. For a moment, her face darkens, but she quickly recovers and speaks with a slight smile."Hello again."

"Have they met yet?"my dad asks.

"More or less,"I say through gritted teeth, adding in a murmur,"You must be kidding."After a moment's pause, I turn to my father."I thought the new creative director was going to be a man."That's the last thing he told me anyway, and I was more than happy to be working with a man instead of all those hormonal women who constantly forget what they're supposed to be doing as soon as I walk into the room.

I shouldn't have let her choose while I was away on business in Dubai. Damn it! Now I'm stuck with this bitch. At least I guess she can keep her cool, since it doesn't seem to bother her at all. Although she does look way too young to be a creative director.

"Daddy rich or did you sleep with someone?"I ask her as soon as my dad is busy.

"Excuse me, what did your idiot say? - Did he dare call me an idiot?"

"Listen here, bitch, I don't care how the hell you got the job, whether you slept with my father—disgusting, I hope not—or someone else at the top or your super dad paid a huge sum to get you into this business. If you don't do your job decently, I'll fire you personally."

I see he's about to counterattack, and for some strange reason, I even want to know what he'll say, because his eyes, to my fascination, don't seem frightened at all; rather, they seem to burn. But my father turns toward us before he can speak.

"Sorry, I actually forgot to introduce you properly, or have you already done that in the meantime?"

Her face takes on a sweet and innocent expression as she extends her hand to me.

Hi, I'm Rosmery Sanchez, and as you've probably already noticed, I'm your new creative director. Nice to meet you. — Ah, she likes to play games, keep that in mind.

"Hello, my name is Martin Samires and I'm your boss, as you've probably already realized."I put on my fakest smile and shake her hand.

One thing I've learned as a demanding business partner is how to use my aura of natural authority, which intimidates people into jumping in when I expect them to—except for this woman. And how to fake smiles when necessary. Both of these things guarantee my success.

The meeting is mostly the typical, boring routine. When it's my turn, I explain how I plan to invest in a new technology. Since ecology and sustainability have become increasingly important issues for many people worldwide, and awareness of their importance is growing, people are willing to invest more money in these products.

I've found a small company here in England that's developing a new type of battery that lasts approximately five times longer than all batteries currently on the market and doesn't require lithium. Furthermore, it's fully recyclable and doesn't need rare earth materials that further damage our planet. So it's saving our planet in two ways.

—So you do care about some things —Rosmery says, laughing, once the meeting is over.

"Just because I don't give a damn about you doesn't mean I don't care about our planet. Besides, it's good business, and I'm always looking for good business; that's how I make money."Which is only a half-lie: I don't give a damn about money; I've more than enough for the next ten generations, if I wanted a new one.

"I'm surprised that a spoiled brat like you even works,"she almost blurts out.

Yes, perhaps she was trying to sound polite with her opening line, and I could have been a little less harsh, but I've a reputation for being tough, and this woman needs to be put in her place. Again, I feel like getting angry when I see that she doesn't seem to budge an inch. When my father asks her to stay so they can talk privately, I seize the opportunity to escape.

I need to get away from this woman who's about to unleash all my anger. Running through the building, I wonder how to calm down. They're renovating the damn gym we've here, but I need to vent now.

Trish comes over to me, swaying her hips again. The only truly attractive thing about her: decent hips and a passable ass. Screw my dad's rules and mine about ever having sex with someone at work again. I know last time ended badly, but this was different.

"Trish, now in my office,"I demand before I can think twice. She's been asking for it for so long, and what happened was her fault too, so suck it up.

As soon as we enter the office, I close the blinds. Trish's eyes light up with surprise and excitement. My hands rest on her hips, and I guide her to my desk.

"I've been waiting for this for a long time,"he whispers as he searches for my belt."Well, no, but your needy ass will have to make do for now; good thing he can't hear my thoughts."

I lift her skirt; it doesn't surprise me that she's not wearing underwear—she's a needy little slut. In fact, I know at least eight guys who work just for me, and she's spent all her time with them. It seems I pay her more for being a whore than for the work she's supposed to be doing, but she rarely does it. For a moment, I wanted to fuck her, but now I'm a little lazy. Who knows who else she'll be fucking today?

Before she can start kissing me, I speak up:"I don't have any condoms here, any suggestions?"

Of course I'm not going to sleep with her without a condom, whether she uses contraception or not, because I don't want to catch any STDs. But I know what she's doing for others.

"I'll suck you off, Martin. It'll be a pleasure," she says."Of course,"Martin replies."Next time you can bring condoms,"he suggests.

This is just a one-off, Trish. But I can make you come without fucking you, if you want... Please say no, please say no.

"Okay, Martin, I'll suck you off so well you'll want the whole package next time," she says, dropping to her knees as I lean back on my desk."Sure, Trish, believe whatever you want, as long as you start."

I have to admit, she knows what she's doing; it doesn't take long to get me excited, and since he's not my type, I guess it's not so bad. I close my eyes, trying to imagine someone from my past doing this. Just as he takes me in his mouth, there's a soft knock at the door.

"Come back in ten minutes,"I growled aloud, annoyed.

Before I realize I haven't closed the door, it opens and a displeased Rosmery looks directly in my face.

"And you didn't arrive in ten minutes?"I shouted loudly enough that the entire section could probably hear me through the open door.

Trish is still kneeling in front of me as Rosmery begins speaking."What a shame, I'm here to do my job, the one I'm paid to do, not to watch live porn. So wrap it up, so we can get to work."Her voice is loud and almost a little intimidating.

For the first time in my life, I was speechless for a moment. Realizing I was still there, with my pants and boxers around my ankles, I regained my composure and spoke a little more quietly than before.

"Could you go out, close the door, and come back in five minutes?"

So you can finish up? No way, besides, she doesn't seem to want to. I've already seen you naked, so don't be embarrassed to get dressed. At least if I'm here, I know you'll hurry.

Are you serious? This is my office and I'm your boss.

"I don't care, I get paid well for a job I can't do right now because of your penis problems. So get your act together so we can finally get to work."

This woman can't be serious, can she? And penis problems? I'll show you what I can do.