Katie, I chide myself. Don’t mix business with pleasure. Right, right. But trust me, it’s incredibly hard when you work with someone like Bruce Lockhart.
I grab my phone, about to make the call when I stop. I don’t want to admit it, but I’m nervous. There are butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. I bite my bottom lip, trying to convince myself that it’s no big deal. It’s just a phone call.
Taking a deep breath, I finally dial his number.
Immediately, a woman answers the phone, “Lockhart Industries.”
“Um, uh, I guess I’m calling to talk to the CEO. He messaged me about a meeting next Tuesday. I’m the owner of the website Panty Time.” I blush slightly. It feels weird saying that out loud.
“Of course!” she chimes with a high-pitched voice. I can almost see the fake smile on her face. “Mr. Lockhart has been expecting your call. I’ll transfer you to his office. Do you mind giving me your name so that I can add it to my list?”
“Oh, yeah, sure, uh, it’s Katie James.”
“Got it. Have a nice day, Ms. James.”
With that, I’m transferred over. Elevator music sounds through the line. I tap my pencil against my desk as I spin in my chair, nervously fidgeting. I have no idea what to expect from all of this.
Suddenly, I hear a click.
“Hello.”
My heart skips a beat.
The man’s voice is deep, and his demeanor is commanding, even through the phone. I haven’t even spoken one word to him yet, and I can tell he’s a total alpha. You know, the sort of guy who’s going to have your panties dropping at the snap of his fingers.
What the hell?
Is this real? Or the beginning of a really kinky dream? Because I honestly wouldn’t mind…
“Hello, Miss James,” he growls into the receiver.
“Um, hello,” I stammer. I breathe, trying to get myself under control. But not only that, I’m trying to cope with the fact that this guy already has my panties soaked, and I’m not even exaggerating. His voice is so intoxicating, and I can’t help it.
“How are you?” he asks in a neutral tone.
I swallow. Even that is smooth and seductive.
“Um, good. How are you?” I answer, feeling dumb. “So, uh, you want something that I have then, Mr. Lockhart?”
“Very much so.” For a moment, he hesitates – no, it’s more of a pause – like someone who’s sizing up a chessboard. He’s plotting his every move, figuring out the best way to get me cornered in order to press me into submission. Well, usually, I’m a bit too headstrong for that, but with this guy, I have a feeling I’d do just about anything. All he needs to do is say the word. “So, you’ll come to Los Angeles to meet with me on Tuesday? I’d like to discuss a few things.” It wasn’t a question – it was a demand.
“Yes, sir,” I respond. Sir? I’ve never called anyone sir before. This man is already doing things to me that I can’t explain. “I’ll come to you.” I pause, suddenly feeling a surge of naughtiness spring to my lips. “I’m eager to see what you have to offer me.”
He doesn’t even miss a beat.
“I’m eager to meet you, Miss James.”
My body heats up as it comes to the realization that this oh-so-sexy-sounding man seems interested in more than just my panty business. Still, with my cheeks burning and my pussy dripping, I do my best to keep my cool. “Ok. I’ll be there on Tuesday, then. Um, how long will I be staying?”
There’s silence for a moment.
“We’ll see about that after we meet. You’re not to worry about a thing. Just bring a small bag; there’s no reason to pack a lot of clothes. If we make more plans, I’ll see that you have everything you need.” There’s something suggestive in his words. Then again, maybe it’s just my imagination running wild at this point.
As I try to come up with a response, I bite my lip, wondering what this man has in mind. But what does it matter? This is the best opportunity I’ve ever had, and I’ll be damned if I let it slip by me. Time to throw caution to the wind. “Ok,” I answer.
I can almost hear him smile.
“My assistant will send you an itinerary. It would be nice to have your private email for him to send that to, Miss James.” There he goes, saying my name again. Damn, how does he manage to make it sound so sexy? I can’t take it. “You’ll be a good girl and send that to us, won’t you?” I nearly lose it.
“I will,” I purr, finding it a turn-on that he referred to me as a good girl.
Could this powerful man really be thinking about me in a sexual way? And what the hell is going to happen if he’s as hot as he sounds? I can barely keep it together over the phone, let alone in person. Already, my hormones are going out of control.
