on the company is going to be solidified or not with this deal. This is my chance. My one chance.”
Robbie nods. “What do you need from me?”
“I’m going to put in a few calls to some friends I have in Lightspeed’s arena . . . see what they’ve heard. I need you to be my eyes and ears. Listen to our team and have them listen to Chase and Liv’s teams. Let me know anything that seems pertinent. And I need everyone brainstorming for a new angle, a new brick to put in the wall that proves our idea is the best.”
Robbie rises from his seat, looking relieved that we’re working the problem, even if it’s early stages and we’re easily the underdogs. “All right, man. I’ll keep my ear to the ground and be in touch.”
When he leaves, I let out a frustrated sigh. There’s still so much tension coursing through my body that I feel like a giant wound-up spring. And it’s only getting worse. I’d like to think that if I’d gotten my chance with Madison, she’d be a forgotten memory by now.
But deep down, I know that’s a lie. There’s a high chance I’d be even more enthralled. And that’s fucking scary.
I turn back to my laptop and send off a quick email to a business friend of mine who knows a lot about Lightspeed before checking the ‘dirt sheets’ for business news. I’m in the middle of an article when a thumbnail of a video on the sidebar catches my eye. “Bane humanitarian recognized for rescuing animals.” It’s a local story, so I click to keep up with what’s happening in town.
I click, and the video starts playing in my sidebar, so tiny I can barely see it, but something about the figures in it seem familiar. I blow up the video to full-screen and my heart catches in my throat.
An older woman with a happy smile on her face is being interviewed in the foreground, while in the back, three pink-shirted people work with a couple of dogs. But what captivates my attention is the girl in the pink shirt and cutoff shorts off to the side. I’d recognize that honey hair and figure anywhere. It’s Madison. Almost as if I’d conjured her from my mind.
A stifled moan barely escapes my lips as I see her bend over to pick up a brown pup. It’s just like that night at the bar. Not really, of course. She’s more covered up in this video. But my body responds all the same, my cock so hard it’s pressing against the restriction of my slacks.
Sweat starts to form under my collar as I watch her handle the small dog. Her every touch is soothing and loving, calmly caring for him. She seems so at peace and into what she’s doing that I feel a bit guilty for being rock hard. But her passion for the animals is apparent, and as selfish as it may be, I want those touches for myself. Her attention, her hands, her time . . . mine.
The footage only goes on for a minute or so before an ad starts. I’m tempted to start the video over, watch her again and again. Instead, I push my chair away from desk and spin around, palming my throbbing cock in a useless bid for relief.
I’ve never jacked off in my office, but fuck, for the first time in my life, I’m sorely tempted. By her.
She needs to be the one getting me off, I think. On her knees with her lips wrapped around my cock while she rubs her sweet little pussy. Fuck, I’d love to bend her over my desk right now.
There’s a swift rap on the door and it opens less than a second later. I almost jump guiltily, like I’d actually had my cock out to do a little ‘self care.’ Swiveling in my chair, I see it’s my secretary, Delores. She’s smart, knows more about business than a lot of MBAs I’ve met, and works like a fiend. She and I are a well-oiled machine most of the time, and she anticipates my needs before I even think them quite often. Right now, I just hope she can’t read my mind.
“Mr. Danger.”
I clear my throat, trying to look nonchalant. “Yes, Delores?”
She comes in and sets down a mug of light green liquid. “Your morning green tea. And Robert Danger wishes to see you.”
Of course, I always try to have some green