Claimed by the Billionaire: Seduction #1 Page 2

  Mr. Gable’s office door opened and he came out. He looked more polished than the day I had seen him at my interview. His hair was slicked back and his suit was done up perfectly, with a light blue tie accenting the rest of it just right. To put it bluntly, he was gorgeous.

  “Serena,” He said quietly, “May I ask why you transferred that call to me?”

  Shit. I froze, a million different reasons coming into my head — all more stupid than the last. He must have seen the look on my face because he went on.

  “That was my ex-wife,” He said and I knew I had messed up majorly, “Did Janine not tell you about my ex-wife?”

  Janine had told me about his ex-wife. She told me they had been high school sweethearts who had broken up but found each other again once Mr. Gable had come into some money. He had caught her cheating on him after three years of marriage and divorced her but the divorce was ugly and she was hanging out to get as much as she could.

  “Do not transfer the calls,” Janine had said strictly, “Field it the best you can and take a message but don’t even bother giving it to him. He only goes through the lawyers.”

  And I had let her through without even asking for her name. I had messed up on the easiest part of the job which was getting a name, taking a message or just letting the lady yell at me. Mr. Gable was looking at me now and I wished I could be anywhere else.

  “She did, sir.”

  “Mind telling me then why you patched her call through?”

  I gulped and thought of lying but then thought the better of it at the last minute, “She was rude and I panicked and just sent her call through.”

  Mr. Gable paused, as if thinking this over and looked at me, “She is always rude.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Serena, please make sure to follow the correct procedures in the future….especially where my ex-wife is concerned. Do you understand?”

  I felt about two feet tall at that moment, “Yes sir.”

  Mr. Gable looked at me for another long moment and I tried to will myself to look back at him. He was incredibly handsome, I found myself thinking, even if he was disappointed in me. It would have been better if he had yelled, I thought, instead of calmly stating the fact I was basically an idiot. He turned around and went back into his office with a small click.

  Chapter 3

  I was expecting to get reamed by a monster truck by Janine the next day over the ex-wife debacle. I prepped myself all night for it, barely getting any sleep. But when I came into work the next day, she didn’t say anything, just told me to sit down so she could go over something else with me. I did as she said but I felt confused. He didn’t tell her? Didn’t he want her to yell at me and go over it in detail so I know how I messed up everything for the future?

  But Janine didn’t say a word and instead just kept “training” me. I felt confused pretty quickly as well as distracted by why Mr. Gable didn’t tell Janine. When she breezed out at one pm, I was left yet again in the quiet of the room. I sighed and went back to the email account, deciding to start moving reading through them and doing what I could. I was only at it when ten minutes when Mr. Gable’s office door opened.

  He stopped by my desk, looking at me, “Would you like to come with me to lunch?”

  “What?” I said stupidly.

  He looked amused, “Lunch?”

  “Uhm, sure.” I replied, clumsily standing up and grabbing my bag.

  “There’s a place just across the street.”

  I knew of it — a nice French café — and I hoped I didn’t have to pay. We started walking to the elevator together. The doors slid shut and I realized it was incredibly awkward to be standing in an elevator with him. Did he feel it too? I snuck a glance at his face, which looked as though it had been chiseled from fine marble. He didn’t look like it felt awkward to him. But why would it feel awkward for him when he probably met with millionaires on a daily basis and I was just his secretary?

  We walked in silence to the café across the street. I wanted to talk but had no idea what to say to someone so rich and I had lost everything. The gap in our wages made me feel almost uncomfortable. When we stepped inside the café, I was charmed by how quaint and lovely it was. It had been a long time since I had gone out to eat and the soft pastel colors of the place were comforting.

  “Your usual, Mr. Gable?” said the host and he nodded in reply.

  Usual place — for some reason my heart dropped a little bit. So he came here often. I realized with a start that I had been hoping he didn’t bring everyone here or he didn’t come here often. Why did I even care? But I did care and as we sat down in a small table in the back, I couldn’t help but feel myself put up a barrier. I was handed a small menu and started to look it over, pretending it was the most interesting menu I had ever seen in my life.

  “I have a sweet tooth,” Mr. Gable said in a low tone, as if he was telling me a secret, “I love chocolate croissants.”

  I did too but I didn’t feel like admitting it. I still felt sore that he had invited me, as if throwing a dog a bone and for other reasons I didn’t understand, I felt upset that he came here enough to have a usual table. I had thought the invite was out of the norm for him but I was just being stupid. I looked back down at the menu but I could feel his eyes still resting on me. In spite of myself, I looked up at him and locked my eyes with his. They were a deep blue, I realized, which contrasted with his hair color. My skin felt like it was tingling.

  “Do you know why I invited you for lunch?” He asked me.

  Why did he pose everything to me as though it was a question for someone very dim?

  “No.” I said.

  “With Janine leaving soon, I wanted to make sure we were on the same page with processes and how things run.”

  “I won’t let your ex-wife through again,” I said, apologizing with my tone, “I’m sorry I got flustered.”

  Mr. Gable smiled and it disarmed me, “It’s okay. It was your first day.”

  The waiter came by and I ordered coffee and a cannoli while he ordered tea and a chocolate croissant.

  He continued on, “I wanted to let you know that I am going to be hard on you, Serena. But it isn’t because I don’t like you. Do you know why I hired you?”

  “No,” I admitted, “But I’ve wondered.”

  “You don’t have the skills the other applicants did and you probably wouldn’t be able to handle a job of this caliber with the interview you had with Janine,” I guessed we were starting right now with being hard on me since the comments stung even though they were true, “But you were the only one who gave me a glimpse of your actual personality in your interview.”

  “Wait,” I said, “You busted in on each interview like that?”

  He nodded, “Yes,” The coffees were placed in front of us and he took a sip, “I did. It let me know which applicants would work the best with my personality. And you not wanting the job because of your family and walking out — I need someone like that in that position. Someone who won’t be afraid to be tough and stern. I saw that in the interview but I haven’t seen it since.”

  “It’s not like you’ve been around.” I said and then closed my eyes briefly. What was I doing? Mouthing off, basically. I seriously needed to stop myself before I got fired.

  But Mr. Gable just chuckled and looked at me again, my whole body tingling, “That is true, I suppose. Which is why we’re here.”

  Our food was put down in front of us and we ate in silence for a while.

  Finally, he resumed, “You’re going to hate me for a long time, Serena. Janine did. I was hard on her but she was excellent. You aren’t starting off where she did. I knew when I hired you that you would be behind the other applicants but I think you can do it,” He locked eyes with me again and I got a swooping feeling in my stomach, “You just have to listen to me.”

  Chapter 4

  That night, after I had put Greg to bed, I decided to take a bath. Greg had been stressful all night, not wa
nting to do his homework and wanting to watch cartoons instead. His behavior had been erratic since his dad had passed away and I wished that I could help more. He had finally settled down and drifted off to sleep.

  I watched the tub fill up with water and on a whim added bubbles. I slid into the hot water with a sigh and closed my eyes, leaning back against the tub. This was nice and much needed. I stretched out as much as I could.

  I thought of the lunch I had had with Mr. Gable. Afterwards, he was in his office till about four pm and then he left, stating he had a business dinner somewhere. The friendliness he had shown in lunch was gone. I still didn’t know why he had taken me out to lunch to begin with.

  As I sunk lower in the tub, I thought about how well his suit had fit him. I bet he worked out with how snug the fit was. He probably had muscles underneath, taunt and firm. Not like that sort of thing mattered, no, no. I let my hand travel down to below and let out a sigh of relief as I started to play with myself. I wondered if he had ever messed around in that giant office of his. I wondered if he had ever even thought about it. As I kept going, I had a mental image of me, naked on his desk while he ran those hands of his down my body. He was still in his suit, having told me to lay on the desk. He had told me to listen to him and I had listened to him. His hands moved up and down my body, teasing me, refusing to give me any sort of release. He murmured he didn’t have much time and that he had a meeting to go to which made me want it more.

  I could hear him unzip his pants and a thrill went through me. He yanked me down to the edge of the desk and I looked up at his fine features, as he held my hips and suddenly slid in me, his clothes still on. I gasped and arched my back as he started pumping inside me, still holding my hips. He crouched over me and entwined his fingers in my hair, pulling on it gently, whispering in my ear that I was the best secretary he ever had. As he pumped in me, I moved my hips to match his thrusts. It was dark out and the city glowed behind us, peeking in our secret. His hands traveled below and he started playing with me, each thrust going deeper, his finger moving at a rapid pace.

  I started begging him quietly for more. He told me he was going to be late, but I didn’t care. I wanted release and as he thrust faster in me, I know he needed it too. I begged for him to finish in me — I wanted him to finish in me — to feel his seed in me — and I arched my hips at the same time as him, both of us cumming together, writhing together on his desk on the top floor of his business…

  I opened my eyes as I came down from my climax. My face was beet red and I looked around as though someone could have seen me. What did I just do? Did I really just get off to Mr. Gable and I having sex on his desk? I felt embarrassed as though he knew at this very moment I had gotten off to him.

  It was a long day, I thought. And it was a harmless fantasy. What I needed most of all was sleep. That was what I really needed.

  The next day, I found myself dreading seeing Mr. Gable. What had gotten into me the night before? I should have been able to brush it off as a simple fantasy but the fact it was my boss was what bothered me. That and the fact I had cared he invited me to lunch coupled with the fact that I was annoyed he had been to that café so much he had a regular table made me worry what was getting into my head.

  I could barely pay attention to what Janine was telling me and she was getting irritated. I kept hoping that Mr. Gable would spend the day in the office and I wouldn’t have to see him.

  “What is wrong with you today?” Janine demanded at around noon, “I leave in an hour and you’re going to be by yourself completely on this floor and you’re acting like a spaz.”

  “By myself?”

  “Mr. Gable is on a business trip till Saturday night,” Janine said, clearly repeating herself but I must not have heard her before, “It’s just you in charge of everything. You can’t even go running to him when you mess up. And this whole morning you’ve been distracted.”

  So he was out of town. Part of me was relieved — I didn’t know how I could face him knowing he had been my fantasy last night. The larger part of me was more disappointed than I thought I was going to be. It was Thursday today and this meant I wouldn’t get to see him until Monday. Maybe this was good, I reasoned with myself, I can focus on the job and learn the ropes and not get distracted.

  “I’m sorry. Greg was such a bother last night trying to get him to bed and I am low on sleep. I’ll pay better attention.”

  “For what, the last hour?” Janine said, shaking her head.

  “Sorry.” I mumbled, feeling as though I was a student being scolded.

  That night as I helped Greg with his homework, my eyes kept drifting over to my cellphone. I was basically his personal secretary right? He may need me even though he was out of town, right? I felt foolish. I knew he wouldn’t call…Maybe he’d text. And why did I care so much if he did or didn’t? I felt flustered over the fantasy and tried to help Greg with his homework. There were no calls or texts from Mr. Gable.

  The clock hit midnight. I couldn’t sleep. My bed felt big and empty and for the first time since my husband had died, I felt the emptiness. I rolled over, frustrated, staring at the ceiling. My mind kept going back to me, on the desk, Mr. Gable over me, thrusting in me deeper and deeper, his hands running down my stomach…

  It was just a fantasy, I thought, and instead I’m letting it affect my daily life. It must be because this was the first time I had thought of anyone besides my husband in over ten years. I was putting too much stock into it.

  But his hands…his hands all over my body…this time we were in a limo and I was in his lap, riding him, rocking back and forth on him as we drove to a business meeting. My skirt was raised up and his hands were on my thighs. His face was buried in my neck as I rode him, moaning. Yes, this was what I wanted, I thought as I touched myself, something I could only admit in the middle of the night when no one else could hear my thoughts. I wanted him inside me, with his hands on me….I wanted to ride him in his limo when no one was around and we just had to have each other before a meeting…I wanted him in his office, on his desk with the city overlooking us.

  As I finished, I laid in bed, wondering why I was able to admit that at 12:30 at night. I felt embarrassed. Mr. Gable and I had barely talked and it felt more like a school girl crush than anything else. And it felt too soon after my husband’s passing to start thinking of someone else. On top of that, there was no way Mr. Gable would even look at me in that way. I rolled over and tried to fall asleep, pushing the thoughts out of my mind.

  Chapter 5

  Monday morning I walked into the office with a steely resolve. This was my first day without Janine and the first day Mr. Gable would be back. I felt confident I could get over my school girl crush and work at my job. I sat down at my desk and decided I’d organize it my way — Janine’s methods seemed to go against every way that I would have set up the desk.

  I had barely sat down when the door behind me opened. My heart swooped. Mr. Gable came out in a dark suit, with a red tie. His hair looked a little messy as though he hadn’t finished getting ready yet.

  “You’re here early.” He said, by way of greeting.

  I mustered up a bright smile, “Yes. I wanted to organize the desk sort of my own way.”

  He nodded and then spoke, “Since its Monday and your first day by yourself, mind if we have a meeting?”

  “Now?”

  Mr. Gable nodded, beckoning me into his office. I found myself blushing when I thought of the fact the desk I had had as a fixture of my fantasy was in that room. I walked inside his office and he pointed over to the living room area where I had had my interview.

  “Coffee?” He asked.

  “I can get it.”

  “I can get my own coffee, Serena.” He said with a smile.

  I sat down on the couch with my back to the desk and looked at the notepad I had brought with me. Mr. Gable handed me my coffee and I took it, saying thank you. He sat down across from me.

  “Notepad, huh? I
haven’t seen one of those in a meeting in a long time.”

  I looked down at it and up at him as he brought out his smart phone, “I’m terrible with those.” I blurted out, forgetting for a moment he designed a chip for smart phones and his business was smart phones.

  At this, Mr. Gable threw back his head and laughed, “Well, that’s good to know. Should I give you a crash course?”

  I shook my head, “It won’t matter. I can barely work the one I have now.” I admitted.

  “Then your notepad will work just fine.”

  “How was your trip?”

  Was that too friendly? Should I keep it strictly business? But I couldn’t get over how handsome he looked in his suit, no matter how much I wanted to pretend I didn’t notice at all.

  “It wasn’t for pleasure, so not that fun.”

  “Do you take trips often for pleasure?” I willed myself not to blush, wondering what had gotten over me to say such a thing.

  Mr. Gable paused as though he was thinking about what he was going to say and then smiled, “No, I can’t say that I do.”

  “But all the places you could go with all that money?” I probably sounded so crass, I thought but I remembered what it was like to have money.

  He leaned forward, “No fun if you don’t have anyone to take. Unless you are volunteering, Serena?”

  I knew I had blushed at that. I could feel the heat in my face and I felt like a fool. Nothing screamed immature school girl even at age thirty like blushing.