Continental Breakfast (3 page)

I have my eye on a cute little blonde, since that seems to be his preference,
by the name of Amelie. She has several years of experience, which is more than I had when I started, and her work ethic seems very good. Also, doing a small amount of background checking on her, she seems to be very
uninhibited
as evidenced by her membership at a local sex club. It’s just the kind of attitude she’ll need to fulfill this position. I would hate for Mr. Pettifor’s sexual advances to be misconstrued and a sexual harassment suit to be brought against him.

I spoke extensively with her last evening, telling her of his
preferences
, and being more than a little explicit. She seemed to be fully on board with the idea of a sexually needy CEO, especially when I told her of his excellent
oral skills
and the perks involved. I have no doubt that she will be discrete and very pleasing to Mr. Pettifor.  Sadness and jealousy course through my veins at the thought of my CEO sexually gratifying another assistant and more importantly, of another woman pleasuring my CEO.
Why, oh, why did he have to take Svetlana into his office?

As for myself, I have several job interviews lined up at the end of the week. No other job or boss will ever compare to Mr.
Pettifor and knowing this up front will make it easier to find a suitable alternative and prevent me from getting my hopes up.

A new morning, a new day and
I meet Amelie in the office lobby. She’s wearing what I suggested, something slightly revealing, but classy.

“You look fantastic, Amelie,” I praise her.

Her bright young face glows with joy.

“I hope Xander approves of me,” she says enthusiastically.

“I’m sure he will, but remember that he likes to be called Mr. Pettifor. You absolutely cannot forget that, do you understand?” I state clearly. “Also, from now on, try not to wear so much make up. You look stunning, but he prefers little to no makeup. With your natural beauty, a little gloss and mascara should do just fine, okay?”

She nods her understanding and we enter the elevator to
go to the top floor. We’re met by Mr. Johansson, one of Mr. Pettifor’s colleagues. When I catch him eyeing the new help, I introduce them and they engage in friendly conversation. He appears to take a keen interest in her which is surprising, considering I thought he was gay. It just goes to show you how out of whack my gaydar is.

When we arrive at my desk, I buzz Mr.
Pettifor who is already in his office.

“Wh
at is it, Ms. Darcy?” he asks.

“I’ve cleared your schedule this morning so that you can attend to an important matter.”

“See yourself in.”

T
he excited tone of his voice makes my heart skip a beat. I take Amelie’s coat, straighten out her skirt and tuck a stray lock of her gold hair behind her ear, wanting her to be presentable for my CEO.

“You look amazing, doll face
,” I tell her, guiding her in to his office.

When we enter,
Mr. Pettifor is sitting at his desk looking at his computer.

“He’s quite handsome,” Amelie whispers as she leans over to me. “How old is he?”

“Thirty-six,” I state.

Mr. Pettifor looks up at me, then Amelie and back to me.

“You invited a guest to join us for continental breakfast? I didn’t realize you were into that sort of thing,” he tells me with a sinful smirk on his face.

My face flushes with embarrassment at Mr. Pettifor’s lewd comment and Amelie l
ooks back to me confused by his terminology.

“No, Sir,” I cough nervously.

“Then who and what?” he says clipped.

“Amelie Davidson. She’s here for a formal interview.”

Mr. Pettifor narrows his eyes at me and audibly sighs, “Always the machine of efficiency, aren’t you, Ms. Darcy? You only gave your notice two days ago,” he huffs.

“
Yes, Sir, you’ve trained me well and there’s no point in prolonging the inevitable,” I reply.

“Quite right
about the training,” he answers, his eyes moving up and down my body.

I can’t decipher
his expression because, as usual, he’s closed off and distant. After a long, cold stare, his eyes move to Amelie. He rocks his chair back and scans her up and down, his index finger pressed to his mouth. He looks back to me with an eyebrow quirked.

“This is who you picked
for me?”

“Yes, Mr. Pettifor. I think you
’ll find her qualifications and attitude quite
pleasing
,” I hint.

“I see.
Well then, let’s begin, shall we? Sit, Ms. Davidson.”

“I’ll see myself out. Buzz when you’
re finished,” I state, turning around to leave them to the interview.

“Bella, I’d like you to stay, please.”

Bella?
He’s
never
called me by my first name. What’s he playing at? I stand frozen, still reeling from hearing Mr. Pettifor use my given name.

“Bella,” he repeats melodically.

My pussy immediately begins to respond. My body heats and I flush from head to toe. Not wanting him to see my current state of arousal, I put my head down and move next to Amelie.

“Tell me a little about your
work experience, Ms. Davidson,” Mr. Pettifor politely requests.

I keep my head down and drown out the sound of her voice, focusing on calming my
raging hormones. A continental breakfast is sounding pretty good right about now. When I finally muster up enough courage to look up, Mr. Pettifor’s eyes are on me and not Amelie.

I flush again under his heated gaze
and the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly in amusement. He blinks hard and turns his attention back to Amelie.

While their conversation continues, I think back to my interview which doesn’t seem so long ago. I was lucky to have gotten an interview at all considering I had no qualifications other than a technical college degree and no work experience whatsoever to speak of. My hands were
trembling when I had entered his office and his distinct scent filled my nose, arousing me beyond reason.

I’ll never forget the first words he spoke to me:
“Bella; a perfect name for a beautiful creature.”

He sat behind his desk watching me with that same
intense look he was giving me just moments ago. He must’ve sensed my eagerness to please him as he guided me around to the back of his desk. Thinking back, I should’ve run for the hills at the ravenous look in his eyes. Most women probably would’ve have, but despite his animalistic look, he was gentle and the way he spoke to me, I couldn’t help but give in to him that very first day. The hungry look in his eyes when he took me, on this very same desk, was something so incredibly special. His hands on my body, his mouth on me, his sweet tool of pleasure slowly fucking me… The memory of our first time is indelibly etched into my memory.

The lusty sound in his voice when he told me, “Yes, you’re definitely the girl
for the job,” made me want to serve and please him from that day forward.

That day was one
of many firsts for me: My first real interview and job offer, my first real orgasm, and the first time a man looked at me the way he did.

I was a different person then;
shy, fearful, even a bit of a pushover. But Mr. Pettifor has trained me well and into the woman I am today – more confident, self-assured, and dare I say, even beautiful. He’s groomed me into the woman I thought he wanted me to be. I was his muse and I basked in it – took pride in it. Until Svetlana came along.
How could he?

My eyes wet, thinking about leaving the man I’ve grown to care
so deeply about and about a future without him. My heart aches at the thought of saying goodbye to him and of another woman taking my place.

“Excuse me,” I croak out
as I hurriedly exit the office.

Mr. Pettifor stands in response
, “Bella,” he calls after me.

I get to the restroom and dab my eyes, forbidding myself the luxury of a good cry. I’m being ridiculous. It was my decision to leave after all. Damn that woman for showing up and messing up a good thing. Damn Mr. Pettifor for giving into her feminine wiles. Damn me for falling for a man I knew I could never fully have.

Stepping out of the restroom, I’m surprised to find Mr. Pettifor waiting near the entrance and leaning against the adjacent wall. He straightens up when he sees me, seemingly concerned, though the look on his face is not one I’m familiar with.

“Are you alright
, Ms. Darcy?”

“Yes, Mr. Pettifor. I’m just feeling a bit nauseous. As you know, I didn’t have any breakfast,” I say suggestively, unable to resist the pun.

He smiles at me for the first time in two years and finally graces me with his warm, throaty, sexy as hell laugh.

“I’ve invited Ms. Davidson out for dinner this evening so I can get to know her better,” Mr. Pettifor
informs me.

I can’t help but feel jealous, but it’s good he’
s taken a liking to her. I nod my approval and we walk back to the office. He places his hand on the small of my back as we reach the door, the warmth of his hand penetrating the fabric of my blouse. He caresses me gently as he opens the door for me and gently pushes me through it.

“I expect you to you join us, Ms. Darcy.”

Turning to face him, I stare dumbfounded. Why on Earth does he need
me
there?

“Your blue eyes belie your emotions, Bella,” he whispers in my ear as he leans into me.

I pull myself away from his reach, unsure of how to respond to his cajoling. This is so unlike him. And what’s with the
Bella
? In two years’ time he’s never once used my given name and now, in a matter of an hour, he’s used it far too many times.

We remain staring at each other, Mr. Pettifor’s expression puzzling to me.

“Is there anything else, Mr. Pettifor?” I ask, breaking the silence.

He moves to
wards me as if to reach out and touch me, but then stops himself.

“Yes
, there is, Ms. Darcy. Before I go forward with my decision to hire Ms. Davidson, I want to give you the chance to rethink your resignation.”

His
searing green eyes stare right through me and he stands motionless, waiting for my response. I almost throw myself at him, wanting to be in his arms and scream, yes, yes – I take it back! But the memory of Leggy Blonde’s orgasmic and sexed cries coming from only feet away from me come back to mind.
How could he?

I
thought he belonged to me and me to him. Was I wrong for thinking that? Had I really been fooling myself all along? Yes, I have been fooling myself. I am merely his plaything and nothing more. I thought I was okay with that, but deep down, I was only okay with that if I was his
only
plaything. Leggy Blonde proved me wrong. How many other women does he have on the side? What has he been doing with his evenings for the last two years? For all I know, he could have a
real
girlfriend. Feeling nauseous at the thought, I turn my face away from the beautiful man staring at me.

“There’s nothing to rethink, Mr. Pettifor.  I obviously can’t provide you with what you need
anymore and it’s time for the both of us to move on.”

“What makes you think you can’t provide me with that I need?” he asks, sounding
traumatized.

Before I can answer, Amelie comes strolling out of Mr. Pettifor’s office.

“Oh, good, Amelie, we have a lot go over today, like getting your passwords set up and learning the computer system. We should get you acquainted with Mr. Pettifor’s schedule and his close colleagues as well. The next two weeks will be a bit overwhelming, but I’m sure we can manage things.” I glance to my side and Mr. Pettifor is watching me with a disconcerted look on his face. “If you’ll excuse us, we have a lot to do,” I tell him in an attempt to dismiss him. 

“We’re not done with our discussion, Ms. Darcy,” he replies sternly.

“We are done, Mr. Pettifor. If you could please write out a list of your top priorities for me to work on with Amelie, I would appreciate it.”

My eyes wet again and the tears threaten to break free. Yes,
we really are done.
Still, he remains immobile and my heart aches at the look of desperation in his eyes.

Just when I open my mouth to take back my resignation
, he responds, “Fine, Ms. Darcy, I’ll do that. The top of my list will be continental breakfast. You’ll be sure to discuss my preferences and tastes with her, won’t you?”

My stomach goes into free
-fall with his cruel words. I look up into his eyes and his look of upset has changed to his usual apathy.