Chapter 2: Fate's Cruelest to the Favorites

I have kissed hundreds of girls at this point. Fat lips. Thin ones. Some laced with the taste of mint gum and others wrapped in booze and lingering bad decisions. But none of them have ever left me ravenous for more. And none of them ever ended at just a kiss. I lean back in my chair, the mass of my office surrounding me. The wall-to-wall windows were a nice touch, but seem a bit of an overkill when I have to face the door. I guess this is what it means to flaunt your money. Not that I mind. I swallow hard as the ghost of her touch lingers on my chest. Her hands were so delicate. Eyes wide-eyed and frazzled as she apologized. I can’t get her voice out of my head. She even sounds like her. It has to be her.

The large, oak doors bang open and I glace up to see Zelia’s slender frame walking towards me. The pink fabric hugs her hips as she makes her way around my desk, a manilla folder tucked under her arm. She slams it down on top of my keyboard and doesn't hesitate to climb on top of me. “Hey there, my little money maker.”

Her long fingers wrap behind my neck as she crashes her thin lips onto mine. Her honey tan t*ts press against my blue button-down.

“What brings you here so early,” I mumble against her kisses, my hands trailing up her outer thigh. The lips of her p*ssy rest easy on my growing c*ck. She's always had a knack for knowing exactly how to turn me on. She rubs her cl*t a little on me as she leans forward and whispers in my ear. "I got lost on my way back to my office. Can you help me?"

I bite my lip and a low growl erupts from my throat. She's baiting me. A temptress that doesn't bow down to anyone. Except for me.

Her fingers expertly unbuckle my belt and slide down the zipper, her lips busy sucking the life out of my neck. Her hands trail down the length of my shaft and I smile a little. Ever since I got this office, she has been unapologetically attracted to me. Not that I'm complaining. A quick raise of her hips and her fingers expertly guide my d*ck inside, her juices overflowing as she rides me.

I lean back in my chair and watch her head tilt back in ecstasy, her jiggling tits in full view. I want to grab them but she would only smack me away. She's the one in control here. And I have no complaints. She continues to ride me until she's satisfied, getting off and bending over my desk. I don't even hesitate to grab her this time. She wants this. Her p*ssy twitches as I slide my tip inside. I close my eyes, the image of that sweet black haired beauty coming to mind. The ghost of her touch is back and I get lost as I slide deeper inside.

"Oh, Saz," Zelia moans, arching her back higher as I grab her waist and move my hips faster.

I can't stop myself. I'm torn between a mystery and what's right in front of me. I’m nearly ready to burst as Zelia’s screams crescendo.

I yank out at the last second and unload myself onto the floor. Zelia might kill me if I got a drop of c*m on her. No matter how much I wouldn’t mind painting a smiley face on her a**.

Zelia composes herself with a sigh and rakes a hand through her hair. She leans on my desk and crosses her arms like nothing ever happened. “Anyway. Daddy told me to drop this off to you.”

She slides over the files and hands them to me.

I finish wiping myself off and button my pants, zipping them up before grabbing the folder. "What is it?"

"Eligible candidates for you to choose as your assistant." Zelia claps. "Finally. You get to start having help. This is so exciting."

"Yeah." I tuck my shirt back into my pants with one hand. "I guess having help wouldn't be such a bad thing."

"Just remember who takes care of you." Zelia grabs my face. Her perfect nails dig into my skin as she stares at me. Her eyes are like the sky, clear blue and full of light. The eyes I have come to know and love. Her hands slide into my pants as she finishes tucking in my shirt. "How did last night with the boys go?"

"Oh, you know them." I wiggle my eyebrows. "We nearly got tossed out of the place because we were so drunk."

"Sounds like a good time. Maybe next time I'll just have to tag along."

A flash of my mystery woman flits past my memory and I grab Zelia's chin. "Trust me, that kind of place is beneath you. You didn't miss out."

"If you say so." She tenderly kisses me before walking back to the door. I set down the folder on the table and wipe up the floor as the doors slam closed.

I don't think I'll ever get used to mornings like this. Zelia showing up wet, ready for me to bend her over and plow her brains out. But, as I said, I'm not complaining. Money. Power. Endless access to sex and booze. Nothing is worth jeopardizing this sweet gig. All I have to do is sit back and let life continue to rake in the money.

I plop down in my chair again and open the folder. What kind of sexy little darlings did Juan cook up for me to choose from?

I hold up the info of the first candidate and drop it instantly, hissing like my skin’s on fire. Those brown eyes look up at me, those thick lips curled into a shy smile. Her cheeks are a bit flushed as that beautiful black hair flows over her fleece sweater. Allie Demarco. The information card says that she's a research clerk set to start work today.

My heart quickens and I pick up the form with a shaky hand. I didn't want to take the possibility seriously, but last night. Those lips. Those hands. I toss the rest of the folder in the trash with the c*m-covered tissues and hold her information with determination. My breath steadies and the shaking stops as I reach for the phone. Her. My new research assistant had to be her. The girl I left behind. Allie.