π| FORTY SEVEN
***That woman, I need to have her, hold her, keep her.***
~Carmen~
".....that is it, Miss Carmen?"
The sound of your name jolted you from your train of thoughts.
Your eyes travelled around and managed to take in all the pairs of orbs staring at you.
Right, you were at a meeting, one which you hadn't even been paying a bit of attention to.
How could you do that when you could hardly concentrate?
Her soft moans from the night before were the only sounds that filled your ears.
The sounds she made when you were moving ever so slowly inside of her tight, wet, little pussy.
That woman had possessed your entire being, subtly, quietly.
You cleared your throat.
"Yes, that will be fine," you said with a forced smile to the impatient eyes waiting on your response.
Smiles appeared on the faces who had been awaiting you in tension.
"We're glad you like the proposal," the man on glasses said.
He was smiling ear to ear like a puppy who had received a treat.
"Would that be all?" You asked as you began to stand to your feet.
"Urm," he began, unsure.
But one look at you must have revealed the impatience in your eyes to him and his stance changed.
"Ohhh, yes, yes, sure."
All his thirty two came in display as you began to leave the conference.
The rest of the board stood as you walked out, and you heard the chatter began inside the moment you shut the door behind you.
But, it wasn't actually your business, whatever they were saying.
The only thing you wanted to do right now as you rushed to your office, was to be with her—Rachel.
You had no idea what she had done to you the night before.
But, you liked it, and you really needed her to do it again.
Your receptionist stood to greet you with a flirtatious smile as you walked by.
But as usual, she went ignored by you–serves her right.
As if she ever got tired.
Still you shrugged and pushed the door to your office open after a small tsk sound of disappointment.
Maybe you should fire her.
Then she'll leave you alone.
You shut the door behind you and leaned heavily on it with a sigh.
A glance at the paperwork on your table was a reminder that you had a lot to do for the rest of the day.
It was time to kiss your delusions of sneaking off to Rachel's bed goodbye.
Work awaited you.
You groaned deeply as you braces yourself and headed for your seat.
You dropped into the swivel chair with a grunt and began to work.
Better start early so you finish early and get to her quickly.
A bunch of those stuff needed your signatures, well after a thorough read through though.
But some others needed more than just your attention and focus.
The light ting from your phone alongside a vibration drew your attention.
You glanced over at the mobile just as your screen lit up.
A text message.
You ignored it–it was just going to be a distraction at this crucial time.
Your work was just remaining a little bit to get over with.
But, the ting came again, and then again, and again—eighth time.
Yes, you counted.
"Damn it," you cussed in frustration as you reached for the device.
You were wondering so hard who it could be and what exactly they even were texting you for.
You swiped up the lock screen and it took you directly to the message.
Your eyes nearly widened out of its socket the moment you did so.
A gasp left your lips.
Your jaw fell to the floor at the sight that greeted you on entrance.
And your prick?
It went rock hard.