My Louboutins clicked on the floor tiles of the Thompson Media, main branch in London.
As soon as I entered the elevator, with my PA following behind me, I quickly swept my eyes on my attire, looking out for indifferences.
My black three piece suit, my own design, void of any creases was hugging my body, the way I wanted. My chocolate brown hair was in a straight ponytail and my peach colored Lavie rested on my forearms, containing my iPhone and other necessities.
My makeup was still subtle and professional, that I was sure of. And at last, I look over to my PA, regarding my business.
"Are all the designs in the files?" I ask him, raising my eyebrows.
"Yes, Ma'am." Leo continues, "Including the recent designs that is to be featured for the wedding, this summer."
I chuckle, "Leo, I told you not to call me Ma'am outside business."
Leo rolls his eyes, "I do Amy. You know, when we spend a day out? And this is business."
I chuckle again, "You're my best friend, Leo. Business is in the board room, not in an elevator."
He rolls his eyes but grins his boyish smile at me.
Well, you see, Leo, Leonardo DaSilva aka my PA is my forever best friend. But I don't do favors, so, I can safely say, Leo here, is capable and the most efficient in his job in my business, his handsome looks a add on.
The elevator dings open, as soon as we reach the 54th floor of the Thompson Media.
My eyes scan the long hallway, searching for the reception desk.
I strode towards the intricate desk, which was in front of a dark colored oak wooden door, I assumed. A blond haired receptionist sat behind the desktop, furiously clicking on the keyboard.
"Good Morning." I said, standing in front of her and Leo behind me.
"Good Morning, Ma'am." She stood up. "How can I help you?"
"I am here from Chiara Designs for the business meeting scheduled at nine."
She nodded and typed a few keystrokes, then looked at me.
"Can I know if you are a representative?" She asked confidently.
I kept a blank face at her question. I appreciated her confidence, but it was dumb, at least to me, because, the world at least knew, I was the CEO and a woman running my business, but of course not my face or any personal information.
"I am the CEO of Chiara Designs." Her confidence wavered, I smirked and continued, "This is my PA."
"Um... S-So-Sorry Ma'am. I didn't know." She blinked a few times.
"It's Okay." I smiled at her, "I like your confidence."
She sighed and smiled back. "Ma'am please follow the door to the extreme left. There is a tag mentioning the purpose of the room."
I nodded. "Thank you, Ms. Clarke."
"You're welcome, Ma'am. It was a pleasure." She smiled, politely and resumed her work.
I liked Ms. Clarke. Her confidence and smiles proved she was good in her work. Not to mention, it also seemed that the working atmosphere in the Thompson Media was definitely, positive. I was genuinely impressed.
I pushed open the dark tinted, oak wood door and was greeted by a lavish conference room that held twenty seats on each side and a mahogany black desk in the middle. The walls were covered with intricate patterns of grey and white.
The high windows allowed the sunrays to illuminate the board room, and gave a wonderful view of London.
I walked to the extreme left end of the mahogany desk and took a seat in the plush chair. Leo sat beside me, while rummaging through the designs of the floral printed skirts.
I loved to be punctual, and hated who weren't. I knew, I was at the correct time, so, my annoyance over the fact that either the CEO of Thompson Media or the CEO of White Fashion were not present.
After exactly, five minutes the doors of the Board Room opened and I looked up, annoyance clear on my face.
I meant to show it.
But my expression changed.
I stood up as soon he entered, and Leo followed my actions.
Involuntarily, my face got emotional less, not showing a least bit of my expressions.
Inside, I was a terrible mess. My body was melting, and the temperature, it seemed rose suddenly to a hundred degrees. My nipples hardened and all the rational thoughts left my mind.
I felt nervous, within these five years of running my business.
Behind him, was his female PA, a nervous mess herself and beside him, was the CEO of White Designs, also followed by her PA, a female too.
Vincent Thompson was handsome, that I knew, and also somewhat a playboy, but in person, he was gorgeous, and incredibly, sexy.
His expensive navy suit clung to his muscular body like a second skin, his grey eyes, held a mixture of mischievous and authority, as he talked with Ms. White and his black hair, messy, quite uncommon for a billionaire.
"Good Morning, Ms. Ronaldi."
My gaze, swiftly turned towards the beautifully clad, Ms. White.
"Good morning, Ms. White." I cracked a smile, removing my blank face and ignored the presence of Mr. Thompson.
Ms. White was like a graceful vixen, who held a sense of cunningness yet professionalism behind her brown eyes.
She walked with elegance and adorned herself, with a hot pink suit and pearls that fell lightly upon her sharp collarbones. Her smile was polite. According to me, a perfect smile for business.
She sat in front of me, gracefully and her PA, took the seat, next to her.
I gathered a huge amount of confidence, and turned towards the CEO of Thompson Media.
"Good morning, Mr. Thompson." I smiled at him.
His gaze fell upon me, and I sucked in a breath. His lips also parted, as his eyes roamed on my body like the eyes of an experienced predator.
My panties were wet, with all the intense heat, surging through me.
But, fuck!
That didn't mean, I liked his eyes on my body – maybe, I did – but I am always the boss and to me, business was first.
Moreover, it was not really a secret, that Vincent Thompson was the hottest bachelor, running one of the top companies in London and a playboy, with a girl every two months.
I appreciated that, unlike most billionaires, he maintained at least two month relationships.
"Good morning, Ms. Ronaldi."
His husky, rough, explicit voice attracted my female parts, more erotically.
My nipples hardened beneath my suit and my panties that were already wet, were creating havoc in my pussy that clenched.
He licked his lips, and like a magnetic pull, my eyes moved there. I could feel my core tightening with the thought of his lips on my clit, a small shiver running through me, so, I looked away.
I nodded, quickly masking my features, with my usual blank face, but always with a hint of professionalism.
Still, the unusual fire, which had ignited my feminine parts, was hard to extinguish.
I kept all my thoughts aside, and again sat just on the right of Vincent Thompson and right across from Ms. White.
A small smile played on her lips, as if she could understand all my sexual fantasies at this moment. The smile was directed towards the hot Thompson and then I could comprehend.
They already knew each other.
Romantically, or just friends, I didn't know. But it somehow bothered me.
"I am Nyla White, the CEO of White Fashion." She introduced, to me, "My business specializes in the runaways for models and dresses designed by other companies or fashion designers."
"That's impressive, Ms. White." I nodded, quite immersed by the work of the equally hot and sexy, Ms. White.
She waved a hand, dismissing me and a small smile, on her lips.
"Call me, Nyla. We maybe business associates, but we can always be friends."
Her carefree, friendly attitude was equivalent to her impressive works and I smiled back.
"So be it. Please, call me Amara, then."
I continued, my gaze, flickering momentarily to Mr. Thompson, but regarded Nyla, mostly.
"My name is Amara Ronaldi. I am the CEO of the Chiara Designs, one of the top companies in Italy as well as Europe. Our designs, address people's comfort zone, with a mixture of sophistication and beauty."
They both nodded, Nyla still smiling and Mr. Thompson's face, remained unreadable.
"Well, as I called the meeting and Nyla, my childhood friend and business partner already knows my status, we can begin our work." He clapped twice on his wooden desk.
His grey eyes suddenly flickered to mine, making me surprised and he smirked.
But I didn't lose my cool.
I didn't just become a billionaire, within a day. My expressions, Leo and my skills played a very important part in bringing me to the top of the hierarchy.
"Definitely." I nodded and turned towards Leo to hand me the presentations.
Within the next few hours, we all discussed the matters in hand and exchanged our designs that was going to be presented in the runaway held by the White Fashion after three months.
The runaway was going to be a perfect blend of the British and Italian style of dress mixed with the rare texture that was to be provided by my company. While the models posing for our designed dresses were going to be presented by White Fashion and the Thompson Media was going to be our financial support for everything.
The designs of the White Fashion were simply incredible.
They didn't look exactly for comfort wear, but those designs definitely look glamorous. The patterns were of a mismatch of old and modern British era and reeked elegance.
Business went smooth, cause I intentionally avoided my sexual fantasies.
But that didn't mean, they were gone. Every time, we exchanged our prospects, it seemed, he intentionally, brushed his fingers and ignited the spark, which I had buried for five years.
I could tell, he was enjoying himself, with the small smirk that played on his lips.
My sex was on overdrive and as much as I wanted to satisfy myself, it seemed unlikely in a boardroom.
"That's all."
Mr. Thompson said as soon we arranged our files in our own folders and ended our meeting.
"Nyla, Mom had asked you at dinner this weekend. Bring Michael and Anna as well." He directed his attention to Nyla.
It seemed she was his girlfriend, which again bothered me.
He then turned towards me, his face unreadable and I froze for a moment, but quickly masked with my professional expression.
"Ms. Ronaldi," He licked his lips, "Please follow me to my office. I want to discuss some matters."
I nodded, almost in a daze with the sight of his lips in my mind but quickly recovered.
His lips bothered me because, it seemed that I was giving submission under his unexplained and indirect dominance, which I hated.
Still, we all exited the board room, Nyla beside me with our PAs at our sides and Vincent Thompson followed behind us, his PA clearing the room.
I could feel his intense grey eyes at the back of my head, which made me squirm a bit, but I covered the action.
It was now crystal clear to me, my body was acting on its own accord.
We all reached the reception desk, were Ms. Clarke was occupied in her computer, half an hour ago.
Suddenly, Nyla hugged me and whispered in my ear, "We should meet for lunch tomorrow."
I was surprised but quickly replied, "Sure."
I didn't make friends with my business partners but her friendly, sophisticated aura was hard to affect anybody. My only friend has always been Leo, so, maybe bonding with Nyla wouldn't be so bad.
She grinned – it seemed like she was always smiling which was a bit creepy – and parted her way, moving towards the elevator on the floor.
I smiled to myself, at the prospect of meeting her.
"Shall we go in?"
I turned towards the you-make-my-pussy-clench Thompson and quickly wiped my smile away.
He seemed like dangerous territory and office was his abode.
I hadn't had a proper relationship in all this five years. That didn't mean I was celibate. My last one-night stand was nearly seven months ago, that too drunken.
I had deliberately kept myself away from a committed relationship for five years, of course, I had my reasons and this meant that this sexual havoc created by Mr. Thompson, wasn't going to be good.
"Yes." I nodded and quickly called Leo, to wait for me in the car.
"Be careful. I could feel a bit tension, you know." He whispered, hugging me, although we were still in business.
That was the thing I liked about him, and I had adopted.
Leo didn't give a damn care in the world, who thought low of him when if he needed to care for me. He always protected me, and calmed me with his right words. His power to mask his vulnerable state, had also got transferred to me, within all these years.
"No tension." I gave him a glare, while he rolled his eyes.
I denied the fact immediately, because I didn't want to freak him out or more likely, made him believe that my past was somehow knocking at my door.
While he also departed, I turned to Mr. Thompson, who was already looking at me.
His jaw was clenched, the pulses on his neck was visible but his expression still remained unreadable.
It seemed like, we both could pull the blank face, quite easily.
"Here." He strode towards the door, behind the reception desk and opened it for me.
As soon as I entered, I was in awe. I expected something like this, but his office was spectacular.
The windows were from the floor to the ceiling which allowed the sunrays to lighten the room. The walls were also patterned in incredible grey, black and white. Close to the window, a blue-magenta combined desk was kept and opposite to it, a couch of the same color was kept.
Most of the space was clear, except for the tea table and three set sofa at one corner and a wooden shelf, from top to bottom, that contained many files.
"It's wonderful." I whispered to myself, but the deep chuckle that made my insides tingle meant, he had heard that too.
I looked at him to find him leaning against his desk, his ankles casually crossed and his palms rested on the desk behind him.
"Take a seat." He motioned me to the couch.
After adjusting myself on the expensive blue-magenta colored couch, I looked at him and froze.
His grey eyes stared right at me, his expression blank. But the dilated pupils told a different story and to that added the fact, that he was licking his lips.
Before, I could stop my mouth, or ignore the obvious sexual tension in the room, I found my lips moving, in a mission to end the tension, maybe.
"Your looks don't work on me, Mr. Thompson."
I look directly into his eyes, which clearly told he's trying to seduce me or wanted to convey the lust, desire or whatever that was clear in his eyes.
But business doesn't – shouldn't – mix with pleasure, for me.
"Huh? I am trying something else, Ms. Ronaldi."
He smirks, and my eyes gaze directly onto his lips, as he utters my name.
It made me squirm in the insides, not because his lips were soft and full, it was though. But the mere thought of what havoc it would cause on my pussy, licking my juiced, sucking on my clit and tasting me, was enough for me. Though, I didn't lose my façade.
I'm the boss, always, which he doesn't know. Yet.
I remove my blazer, throwing it on the couch, pull out my hair tie and move towards him, my Louboutin heels clicking on his office floor. My green eyes, fixed on his darkened gray ones.
I lick my lips, "You'll get that something else because I am the boss."
His eyes widen as I trail my index finger down his muscular chest. My hand trails down his hard crotch, and I rub it, while he sucks a deep breath, his dilated pupils and on me, analyzing me with lust and hunger.
It was definitely of a wide girth, maybe wider than most of the men, I have been in a relationship with, five years ago or even the one-night stands within this time.
It made me a bit flustered, about how it would feel inside me, as my walls tightening around his length. But I quickly dismissed the thought.
Instead, to show him who's the boss, I tiptoed a little over my Louboutins, my lips dangerously close to his.
"I am the boss, Mr. Thompson." I breathed on his lips.
Before, he could kiss me, I rubbed his crotch for the last time, pick my blazer from the couch and exit his office. Only then, I came to my fucking rational mind.
What the fucking hell was that?