Sir, you'll be having a board meeting in 5 minutes." Malthus, Ralph's secretary informed him.
"Okay, let's head there now," Ralph replied, letting himself off his chair, and catching a glimpse of the time on his Bovet wrist watch, it was 9:55 AM, he let out a calming breath from his mouth and took the way to the board room, Malthus following behind.
The 6 ft 3 inches man strutted from his office and to the hallway, in view for his staff to see. Both the female and male employees were willing to sacrifice a quick pause just to look at him, even though they saw him every day; Ralph Landers was popular amongst his staff for his beauty.
He was a very handsome man, and even he knew it. He walked majestically, in his tailor-fitted suit and neatly polished shoes, with his hand in his pocket, as some male pageant focused on the runway.
On getting to the board room, although he was 2 minutes early, all designated seats were filled. Malthus rushed from behind him and walked to the biggest of all office chairs in the room, he placed all items belonging to Ralph on his side of the large table and proceeded to pull out the chair.
"Good morning all." Ralph greeted as he walked smartly to the pulled-out chair, sat down, and rolled his chair forward. "Let's begin, please."
Just immediately, a woman in her mid-thirties rose, walked snappily to the front of the board room, and stood adjacent to the now projected screen, she held a file in her hand.
"Good morning…" Immediately she began her presentation, Ralph's mind wandered off to two nights ago.
It was another night for him to test if he still had his charms. Although Ralph was the CEO of one of the top 5 leading tech organisations and was brilliant and successful, he had a rather unusual and unsettling fetish.
Whenever Ralph was awarded multimillion dollar projects, he would often discreetly visit a local club; it was his knack for inspiration and insight to complete the project. Fortunately for him, this unique preoccupation helped him reach the top of the corporate ladder and keep his position.
He frequently would conceive very brilliant ideas in the hyperactive ambience of clubs, more often than not, while towering above women during sexual intercourse.
To Ralph, such an event was necessary to give the 'high' he so needed to proffer tangible solutions for the going concern of the company. He cared less about the one who was under and would ordinarily pay no attention to them, his unchanging aim was to use such activity for the greater good of the company.
It was no news that Ralph was a man who only had one thing on his mind, which was the company; Landers Tech Co., his inheritance from his late father, Hank Landers.
But his recent quest was bewildering. Ralph's mind was in a twist, he could hardly fully comport himself since he opened his eyes to a deserted room, 2 days ago.
Unlike his other targets which he would often use as 'an aid to think with ease', and nothing more, this woman helped him with something different; strangely, she gave him comfort that he always secretly longed for.
"Sir, what do you have to say about this?" The woman who was presenting gestured to Ralph, breaking his line of thought.
"Um… I think it's a brilliant idea, Agnes. I'll look through the portfolio again, and I'll see if we can run with that." Ralph, as usual, replied with optimum professionalism.
"Okay," Agnes responded with a smile as she turned immediately to the board members to fetch their thoughts. Ralph's mind wandered again to his latest hunt.
He was sitting comfortably in the regular lounge of the club, sipping his wine, as his eyes searched for a woman, who might suit his eye— apart from his looks, Ralph understood the importance of using his affluence to lure women, although, he had to be cautious because he also had quite the reputation.
His eyes finally followed the staggering steps of a blonde lady, who walked haggardly to the middle of the dance floor. Her dance steps were all over the place; they could only be described as a sorry attempt at a dance, with her long hair flying here and there. She danced offbeat, rather uncouth. Ralph was naturally displeased.
But weirdly enough, he couldn't get his eyes off her. He smiled, and at times would chuckle, when her head would bump into those around her, but she didn't even realise it. She was in her world.
Maybe that's why he decided she was the one. Ralph gulped down four more glasses of wine, stood with grandeur, and walked elegantly toward her, totally ignoring the women and men who begged for his attention. His eyes were fixated on her.
Upon reaching her, he voiced to her hearing "And who might you be?" in the chaos of the loud music, but she didn't seem to notice him.
He wasn't discouraged, proceeding, he came closer and placed his body on her as he allowed himself to follow her incoordinate dancing, and swing her body to the right beat of the music, she allowed him but still didn't budge.
This made him even more determined as he leaned to her ear, voicing "You dance so well!".
Immediately, this lady turned to face him, quite unexpectedly. In the dimness of the environment of the club, Ralph couldn't see any detail of her face— not that he needed that for anything.
He saw as she searched for his face too, and he realised that she struggled to see him, but he wasn't there for any cute familiarities, so he turned her back around, and engaged her even more in the dance, allowing himself to enjoy passionate proximity with her.
Although she restrained at first, Ralph saw as her shoulders relaxed and her hips were released; she let him lead her accordingly. She was indeed the one he had to put to good use for the night, and he did.
She was unarguably the best girl he had ever enjoyed sexual intercourse with. But unfortunately for him, he didn't quite receive the high that he thought he would; he received something entirely different. Something unfamiliar but needed.
On waking up from his slumber, she was nowhere to be found, even more shocking… the sheets; she was a virgin.