Cake Love: All Things Payne (27 page)

Chapter 11 - THE Assistant ...

When last I left you, Mr. Payne was walking toward me in the Sales department with a very dark look in his eyes. He grabbed me and then it got good, real good. Why don't you take a look and see just how interesting it became:

Mr. Payne's warm fingers curl around my shoulders while bringing me near. As the tips of our shoes touch he leans down to speak into my ear. The minty humid wave of his breath wraps around my neck causing a shiver.

"You are my assistant."

I can only nod as I find my voice evaporating.

"Ms. Drake, you are my assistant." He murmurs again in my ear but I suspect it is to remind him more than me.

There is a thud on the floor from the phone dropping as his grip on me tightens and draws me closer. His spicy cologne filling my nostrils and I whimper as I feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Y ... Yes, Mr. Payne." My voice finally comes, but is weak with a whisper.

His head lowers further until I feel his nose brush my neck. My head falls to the side inviting him to go further. I can hear him inhale and he follows it with a primal groan.

Suddenly he is pushing me until the back of my thighs hit the lip of the desk. His hands release my shoulders and move down until they are grasping at my hips. The pain from his fingers curling into my flesh propels a thrill from chest to core.

He has positioned me on my desk and I look down to see him busying his hands pushing my skirt up my thighs. Mr. Payne maneuvers my limbs as if I am a doll so my legs wrap around him.

Lifting his head he gazes down at me as his eyes darken like an ocean during a storm. His eyes hooded and face cemented into a glare. I feel as if I have done something wrong, teased him only to cause this caged torment. My thoughts race with what might have provoked this behavior, so that I can make it happen again!

His jaw tics.

Mr. Payne is emanating raw lust and God if it doesn't turn me on. But there is something deeper in his eyes, dark and menacing causing my Brain to cower behind the locked door.

"Oh, Brain, where are you?"

"No, girl, you are on your own."
She yells from behind the door.

"Is this what you want, Morgana?"

As he speaks the words he thrusts his hips, sending his erection digging into me. I can feel my pussy clench with desire. My eyes close and I struggle to contain a moan. I wish he would turn me around, bend me over the desk and have his way with me. A girl can dream can't she?

He reaches around and places both hands on my ass giving a tight squeeze. My moan escapes. This fuels him, gives him power. I can tell as he raises his head and reveals a cocky grin. One I want to smack off and then grab him by the ears and force his lips onto mine.

God what is happening to me? I have never been like this, so animalistic. The craziest, kinkiest thing I ever did is that YouTube video and as far as sex videos go, it is quite lame. Since I had no idea I was being filmed you mainly see my back or feet and half the time I'm not even in the frame. Filming is not Trevor's forte, but there are many things that he lacks creativity in if you know what I mean!

But just the little Henrik is doing far surpasses any excitement I have experienced with a man and is turning me into something I don't even recognize. I like it!

"Answer me." His smirk turns serious as his tone firms, becoming demanding.

"Yes, Henrik."

His hands confidently start to unbutton my blouse just enough so he can see my bra. As his hand slips over the yellow lace fabric caressing me for a moment I reach out to touch his chest. Henrik's free hand grabs my wrist as he shakes his head.

"Oh no, Morgana. You do not want to touch me."

"Yes I do, Henrik."

His eyes close as he takes a breath. When they open the dark fury I see causes me to gasp.

"If you touch me I don't know if I will be able to stop myself. You ..." He shakes his head chuckling before brushing my nipple with his thumb. Henrik's gaze opens and stays locked to my breast as he continues.

"Let me guess, Morgana, you like a little foreplay and feel lucky if the guy gives you sweet kisses all over that pretty pussy of yours? Or maybe something a little dirtier, like a naughty spanking causing your sumptuous ass to blush?"

His eyes flick up to mine to gauge my reaction. What do I feel? I feel like I really want him right now! That is the hottest thing any man has ever said to me. I want him to do all that ... all that!

"I ... I've never been spanked before." I don't know why I am even answering his question as I think it is hypothetical. His eyes widen while his nose flares. Reaching back down he starts to rub his palms over my ass.

"So it's virgin territory. You really need to stop tempting me, Morgana. First the cute little skirt at your interview, then the sexy glasses and now you are telling me no man has ever caused you to squeal with a much deserved spanking?"

I suck in my bottom lip as I resist the urge to crash against his and do very illegal things to them. His hands push my skirt up even farther and slip under my matching lace panties. That's right, ladies, I like the lingerie! It's my one indulgence. Oh who am I kidding it's one of my sixty indulgences.

Henrik groans as he paws at my flesh. After a few moments his hand trails the seam of the lace to the front and pushes past my drenched lips until two fingers are pushing deep into my core. I gasp at the intrusion.

"Is that better, Morgana? Is that what you want from me? Or maybe just a little bit more."

His hand begins a rhythmic motion moving in and out while his thumb draws perfect circles over my clit. My hips begin to mimic his movement and I reach my hand to touch his cheek but he grabs it before I have the chance.

"What did I say about touching me? I don't think you really want this."

With that he removes his hands and I feel a frustrating loss until it moves up to my bra and pushes the cups away revealing my nipples.

"So fucking beautiful." He slathers my nipple with my own wetness and bows down so his lips just barely touch my puckered nipple. The heat of his tongue presses against the hard tip as it darts out. A moment later his lips encase and draw it in. I hiss and buck my hips toward him. He rewards me by slipping his fingers back down and inside my warm folds.

I can feel his fingers curl inside me as the pressure of my release nears. His teeth start to nip at my nipple and before I conclude that he has a favorite he releases my nipple and plants his lips on the other.

"Oh God Henrik!"

His tongue is playing eagerly with the nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking. Once his thumb presses on my nub I know I am at the tipping point. My hips lunge wildly as I feel my muscles tighten around his fingers. Just then he's gone.

Dazed and frustrated I look over at him straightening his tie as he turns to walk to the door. His back is to me when he stops in the doorway and turns his head so I can only see his profile.

"Ms. Drake, remember you are MY assistant. First thing Monday you will be at your desk on the twenty-eighth floor. I expect my coffee delivered to me when I arrive. You are to do as I say or you will be ... reprimanded."

His head turns and he is gone. Just like that ... gone.

My legs are still hanging open along with my blouse while my boobs dangle for all to see. I'm in shock. What the FUCK was that? I am so angry right now I can't ... can't ... even form words.

Quickly I adjust my skirt, fix my undergarments and button up my top after I hop off the desk. Once I am done I grab my phone from the floor and begin to dial. It rings and after the second one I hear, "Hello?"

"Grandma! What did you say to him?"

Chapter 12 - THE Phone Call ...

In hindsight I really shouldn't have let my grandma talk to Mr. Payne. I will admit that it is my fault knowing how she is with people, but he didn't have to react in that manner. Who brings a woman to the point of orgasm and then walks away like nothing happened? Assholes, that's whom!

"Grandma answer up! What did you say to Mr. Payne?"

"Sweets, it was nothing really."

I stand, too amped up on hormones to sit. Taking a deep breath I try to calmly talk to my grandmother.

"You obviously said something."

"Did that man diddle with your middle?"

How ... how on earth does she know?

"What?" The high pitched reaction does a poor job at covering my surprise.

"Oh sweets, he did. I warned him not to do that. Your Mr. Payne seems like a sweet young man, I don't want him to be hurt by you."

My hormones dissipate and confusion takes over. I lean back on my desk that only minutes ago helped in the sexual unification of two warring parties. Maybe we aren't at war, but he does piss me off more than Russia ever irritated the United States, just saying.

"Warned him? What did you say Grandma?"

"I told him you are a challenge. No man has conquered your Himalaya. Finally I told him I would be surprised if a man, even one as nice as him, could take you. Oh and I think I told him to imagine
Taming of the Shrew
, something along those lines."

"You called me a shrew? Grandma, first of all men have concurred my 'Himalaya' as you call it. I told you I ... AM ... NOT ... A ... LESBIAN! Secondly and most important you made me out to be some barbaric cave woman who needs a man to bat her over the head with a club. I love you, Grandma, but please don't set me up as a sexual challenge to my boss. I don't need help getting laid. Jesus! I never thought I would be having this conversation with my grandmother."

I can hear her sigh on the other end.

"If you didn't want me to help you, Morgana, then why did you have me talk to him?"

"I thought you would stick up for me like you always do. Tell him not to treat me so bad, that sort of thing. Instead you made it sound like he should be afraid of me."

"Trust me sweets what I said helped even if you can't see it now. I have to go. My tanks running low. Need to find gas before I run out. I don't want to be stuck in the desert."

"I thought you were in Wyoming?"

"No not until spring. Staying down south for the winter. Love you, sweets. And don't worry about your Mr. Payne. I think he will wise up soon enough. Are you sure it's Mr. Payne and not Ms. Payne because even though he has a deep voice I know hormonal treatments can do that to a ..."

"Bye, Grandma, love you."

I hang up before she continues on her quest to turn me gay. I can become gay as well as a homosexual can turn straight. Putting the phone into my purse I decide to call it a night. Before I leave I pick up the pink Post-It's scattered on the floor. Most of them are the usual stuff about client meetings, etc. The last one I grab states that I need to pick up his dry cleaning and deliver it to his home. It has the address of the cleaners and his home address on the back.

Really? I will get his paperwork. I will read his emails. I will even get his coffee, but I won't pick up his dry cleaning. I am not his personal assistant. He needs to be reminded that I work for Mimir, not just him. If he needs a favor from me to do his personal fetching then he should have thought about that before teasing me to the point of orgasm and then walking away.

I crumple the note in my fist; snatch my coat and purse before marching to the elevators.

"Lucy, you have some 'splaining to do!" I yell at the open elevator door and walk inside pushing the button.

Once I'm on the twenty-eighth floor I head toward his office and see his door slightly ajar with light filtering out. His voice floats out as I get closer.

"Is he okay, just let me know?"

My body goes rigid and comes to a halt as I notice the hurt in his voice.

"He's breathing. Oh thank God. Was the surgery successful?"

I creep closer to the door without making my presence known. Yes, I know I am eavesdropping but wouldn't you? This is like something out of a soap opera.

There are a lot of "uh huh's" coming from him.

"Well, when will he wake?"

I sense a sneeze coming on and pinch my nose to hold it back. It doesn't work and it feels like my head imploded. Luckily he didn't hear anything. Unluckily I don't have a tissue and keep rubbing my nose on my scarf.

"He's in a coma? You never said anything about a coma?"

My curiosity is going crazy and I have to whip it back like an old fashioned lion tamer.

"Wait. Wait a minute. So, there is a chance he may never wake up? I came to you because you are the best neurosurgeon in this country and now you are telling me, not only may David never walk again but he may never wake up?"

Oh God! I look at the crinkled paper in my hand. Suddenly picking up his dry cleaning doesn't seem like a chore anymore. I drop the paper on the floor feeling like a selfish ass.

My thoughts are interrupted with a loud crash coming from inside his office. Then another crash followed by a large boom. I race inside to see Mr. Payne's chest moving up and down wildly as he stands by an overturned chair. There is a fern that is no longer in its pot lying in the corner and next to it his phone scattered in several pieces.

"Mr. Payne, are you all right?"

His eyes flicker an intense gaze at me. Without a word he turns his back and strolls casually past his desk to the wall of windows putting his hands in his trouser pockets.

"Ms. Drake please contact housekeeping and arrange to have someone clean this up."

"Of course, sir. But are you all right?"

He turns to face me and gives a tiny chuckle which I barely hear.

"No, Ms. Drake, I'm not all right. I haven't been all right for a long time. Now just go home and have a restful weekend. I'll see you first thing on Monday."

Did he just tell me to have a restful weekend? That is so ... nice. Whoa, something is seriously wrong if he is being pleasant to me. This isn't right. I'll talk to him; bring him back from the edge he is nearing.

"Mr. Payne, something is obviously bothering you. I hear it helps to talk about it?"

His shoulders tense as his gaze narrows causing me to suck in my breath. Even with his hair disheveled and muscles tight from stress the man is still sexy as hell.

"I am not seeing a fucking therapist!"

Wow, cowboy! No need to get eye stabby.

"No, I mean me. Sometimes we need someone to just listen as we let it out."

For the first time since I have ever known Mr. Payne he looks vulnerable. There is a moment when the expression he flashes is one of innocence and hurt, but it quickly disappears being replaced by his usual glare. Derek Zoolander has Blue Steel, well Henrik Payne has Dark Thunder. Made that one up myself!

Dark Thunder intimidates people and causes some to cry in fear, but for me it makes me smile. Because I know it's his little protective barrier to the world. Everyone has a shield of some kind that helps them deal with things they are afraid of, it's what humans do. This is Mr. Payne's safety blanket and it's telling me he's okay, for now at least. Though it would make me feel better if he confided in someone.

"You are my assistant, not my therapist."

"Yes, you made that quite clear down stairs in the Sales department."

He winces and walks over to the couch to sit. Mr. Payne sighs placing his head in his hands to scrub his face and then lays it back so he is staring at the ceiling.

"Yeah, about that. I'm sorry, Ms. Drake. I have a bit of a problem when challenged."

I walk over and sit down on the other end of the couch and arrange myself to face him.

"So that's why you did it because you were challenged by my grandma?"

He turns, bringing his leg up on the couch to face me and rests his head in his hand. Mr. Payne smiles a devastatingly handsome smile.

"That's partly why, Ms. Drake."