Continental Breakfast (2 page)

Without delay, he grabs the gown and I step into it.
He drags the zipper up, his fingers skimming across my spine, prickling my senses.

O
pening his top drawer of his desk, he removes a teal colored box that I immediately recognize as being from Tiffany’s. He opens it and the necklace and earrings within are jaw-dropping. The deep blue sapphires match the gown perfectly.

“The color matches your eyes,” he says under his breath as if he finds it necessary to explain his choice.
I turn away from him as he clasps the chain around my neck. I touch it, making sure it’s real and not just my imagination. He spins me around and then puts the earrings on me. I always feel so pampered when he does this. He steps back and eyes me head to toe.

“Take your hair down,” he instructs and I remove the French braid and l
et my hair cascade down, shaking my head and loosening my hair.

“Yes, that’ll do just fine,” he tells me without revealing anything.

We arrive at the large social hall within minutes of leaving. The party rooms are magnificent and opulent with large ornate chandeliers and decorative statues throughout. The room is crowded with over-primped trophy wives, mistresses and a few escorts no doubt. The men are all handsome in their business attire and the smell of masculinity is heady and intoxicating.
I’ll miss this.

Mr.
Pettifor leads me around the room, his hand on the small of my back. He never introduces me, but it’s just as well that he doesn’t. I like being the anonymous girl on his arm. The evening seems to be going well, that is, until Leggy Blonde shows up.

She’
s quite attractive and I can’t blame Mr. Pettifor for indulging himself with her. But did he have to do it at work? I catch myself irritably sighing when she puts her hands all over him, and Mr. Pettifor looks down at me bewildered by my response. 

His attention is quickly turned back to LB, but not before she evil eyes me. I step away from the grope-fest going on before my eyes and get a drink. I can’t stop watching them and the way they interact
with one another. He’s very friendly with her, much more so than he is with me. He smiles when she makes some charming remark and laughs with her. It’s so unfair that he’s never smiled like that at me. That smile should be mine.

It’s
such nonsense that I’m pouting like a petulant child who’s been denied her binky. Mr. Pettifor and LB are so engrossed with each other I decide to make a hasty getaway. I’m sure I won’t be missed. Leaving a note with one of the waiters, I ask him to pass it to Mr. Pettifor when the time is right, and I slip out unseen.

I catch a cab home,
make my way inside my apartment and quickly undress and shower. I lay out the necklace and earrings to be returned to Mr. Pettifor and hang the gown to give back to him as well. I’m standing with a towel wrapped around me and my hair completely wet when there’s a knock on my door.

“Who is it?” I ask.

God, I hope it’s not my neighbor, Justin, again. He can’t seem to take the hint that I’m not interested.

“Xander.”

Mr. Pettifor is
here?
At my apartment? He’s never been here before and frankly, I’m shocked he would venture out to this side of town.

I open the door and I’m met with hau
nting green eyes that look agitated. He stands in the doorway looking me up and down and his irate expression softens when he sees my just-showered state.

“You look
absolutely…” he trails off, his eyes scanning my body, but doesn’t finish his sentence.

He pushes past me and gets
right back to business.

I close the door behind him and wait for his explanation as to why he’s here, now, in my apartment at 9 o’clock at night on a workday.

His hands are resting on his hips and he remains turned away from me.

“
You left without permission, Ms. Darcy. Your behavior this evening is completely unacceptable,” he grumbles.

“
I’m surprised you noticed my absence,” I say in my defense.

He turns to face me and the look on his face is
predatory. “Of course I noticed. You also took a cab and you know how I feel about that, too.”

H
e surprises me by seating himself on my couch and gesturing towards me.

“
Get over my knee,
now
.”

Not this again.
The one and only time I received a spanking from Mr. Pettifor was when I was still new and learning my job duties. That was the time I had inadvertently forgotten to notify him of an important meeting and he lost out on a large acquisition. I thought for sure I was going to be fired for such a gross failure of my expectations, but, no, Mr. Pettifor decided it best to keep me around, though thinking back, I’m not sure why.

I contemplate whether or not to accept my punishment. I move in front of him and drop my towel to the floor, almost giving in. Mr. Pettifor’s eyes move up and down my body, his tongue slicking his lips.

“No, Sir,” I reply defiantly. I’m really not in the mood for this man’s normally appealing arrogance right now and I’ll be damned if he thinks he’s spanking me after he and LB practically eye fucked each other right in front of me. I promptly pick my towel back up and cover myself.

“
No?
” Again, Mr. Pettifor looks dazed by my lack of compliance.

“I’m tired, Mr.
Pettifor, you can see yourself out,” and with that, I retreat to my bedroom. A few moments later, I hear the front door of my apartment close.

Waking early, I pack up the dress and jewelry and leave my apartment building. There’s a car already waiting for me compliments of Mr.
Pettifor. I’ll miss this, too, and I’m not looking forward to utilizing the services of cabs and taking public transportation again.

I get to work earlier than usual and before Mr.
Pettifor. I package the jewelry back in the box and place it in his desk drawer, and hang the dress in his closet. Back at my desk, I seat myself and get to the task of preparing his daily schedule.

When he arrives,
he moves past my desk without as much as a good morning or looking at me. He’s still pouting about last night and my not accepting his punishment. I suppose now is a good a time as any to give him my resignation. I don’t wait for his continental breakfast call and make my way into his office without an invitation.  I’ve never made the first move with him or entered uninvited and the feeling is a bit exhilarating. When Mr. Pettifor looks up from his desk, he looks taken aback at seeing me. I lay the envelope on the corner of his desk and make my way over to him, not waiting for his response. I kneel between his legs and unbuckle his pants. I’ve always wanted to pleasure him this way, but he’s never allowed it. Most men usually beg for this sort of indulgence, but not Mr. Pettifor. It will be a sweet goodbye treat for the both of us.

I move quickly before he realizes what’s happening and
I pull his semi-rigid dick out, gripping it firmly. I run my tongue up the length of his shaft slowly, prolonging the first lick. His breathing quickens as I squeeze tighter and engulf him into my mouth. He tastes clean and manly. I’ve missed doing this. The last time I gave head to a man was, well, before I started working for Mr. Pettifor.

It’s like riding a bike a
nd my skills come back to me as though a day hasn’t gone by without doing it. I jack him off while licking and nibbling at his sack. He moans his approval when I open my throat to him and push all the way down to the base of his cock and swirling my tongue around the head. The sounds are wet and sloppy, making my pussy throb and ache to be filled.

Suddenly, Mr.
Pettifor’s hands are in my hair as he guides my head up and down his dick.
I’ll miss this perfect cock of his.
He abruptly drags my mouth away from him and bends me over his desk, hiking my skirt up and yanking my panties down. He fumbles around in his desk trying to locate the condoms and finally gives up.

“Fuck it,” he pants out.

He shoves himself into me, filling me completely. He fists my hair again and shoves me face down onto his desk as he rams into me over and over.

“Mr.
Pettifor,” I cry out as his cock trembles in me.

He grunts loudly, stills, and his warm c
um pulses out of him. The intimate skin-to-skin contact makes me momentarily second guess my decision to resign and I look over at the envelope, wondering what I should do. 

He gently pulls out of me an
d grabs the box of tissues. Wadding a handful of the tissues, he gingerly cleans me. When he stands to look at me, he appears distressed and I think I know why.

“No need to worry, Mr.
Pettifor. I’m on birth control. I have been for years,” I tell him flatly.

He shakes his head, “That’s no
t what I…” he starts to say but quickly pinches his mouth closed and grimaces at me.

“What was that about?” he asks.

I’m not sure how to respond so give him a taste of his own medicine. “I wanted a breakfast of a different kind this morning.”

Wanting to get away from the awkward and puzzled look on Mr.
Pettifor’s face, I put my panties back on and smooth my skirt down over my thighs.

I walk around
to the front of his desk and tap the envelope, “This needs your attention.”

“Before you leave, Ms. Darcy, w
e need to discuss your living situation,” he states, catching me off guard.  “I find your living quarters completely deplorable. I’ve arranged for a condo close to work in an upscale building. I think you’ll be quite pleased with your new accommodations,” he states very matter of factly. “If I had known you were living in such an undesirable part of town, I would’ve remedied this situation much earlier.”

If he had known?
I’ve worked for him for two years and he never bothered to ask where I live.

“Tell me something: Why are you living in such squalor when I’ve been
very generous with yearly bonuses?” he asks mildly annoyed.

“
I think you over exaggerating a bit when you say squalor, Mr. Pettifor. Anyway, I feel the money you’ve given me would be better put to use when I attend medical school in a few years.”

Mr.
Pettifor looks shocked. I’ve never seen so many different expressions on his face in such a short period of time.

“You’re planning on attending
medical school?” he whispers.

“
If I’m accepted, yes, Sir.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this before
?”

“You never asked. In fact, y
ou’ve never asked anything personal about me. Not about being on birth control or about my living situation, or anything else for that matter. As for the condo, I appreciate the gesture, but it won’t be necessary.” I’m leaving anyway so none of this matters, I think to myself.

That was
perhaps that’s the most I’ve ever said to him at one time. He remains static, his piercing green eyes boring into me. I tap the envelope again, “This is important.”

A
t my desk, I call Avenue Temps. I’ll need to find Mr. Pettifor a suitable replacement and allow myself time to train her to his
tastes.
Knowing what he prefers, I will be very clear to any potential prospects of what is expected of them. Perhaps Leggy Blonde would like to apply for my position. Oh, wait, she’s already been in my
position –
bent over his desk and being pounded.

As soon as I hang up the phone, I’m startled by Mr.
Pettifor’s office door being flung open. He has my letter of resignation in his hand and he looks a combination of wounded and befuddled.

“What the hell is this?”
he asks, holding the letter out to me and shaking it.

“Isn’t it clear?”

“
Is this because of Svetlana the other day?”

Am I that easy to read? 
Not wanting to give my jealousy away, I lie, “Of course not.”

“Is it because of
my wanting to spank you last night?” he continues.

What the hell do I tell him? “No, Sir. It’s just time
for me to move on.”

He blinks long and hard, his mouth parted in sheer surprise.

“Are you seeing someone?” he asks, his voice softer than it was before. If I’m not mistaken, he sounds
hurt.

“I was, but he chose
someone else,” I tell him, hoping he’ll pick up on my blatant innuendo.

Mr.
Pettifor pinches his eyebrows together but reveals nothing else. He turns on his heel and slams his office door, making me jump.

That went better than I thought it would.

The rest of my work day and the next are spent being ostracized by Mr. Pettifor. I don’t mind as it gives me ample time to get more work done without his intrusions and constant needing of his ego to be stroked. It’s also given me plenty of time to find and speak with several candidates for the position.