“Good morning, Kate.” I said, not breaking eye contact with the bright blue screen.
“Mr. Whitlock,” she purred, flattening her palms against the edge of my desk. I shifted my gaze to her and was visually attacked by her cleavage that no doubt was pronounced by the way she was positioned. I willed myself to look away, but instead my mind was assaulted with fantasies of what I could do to her if she bent over just an inch more. I pictured raising her black flowing skirt over her hips to expose her bare, white ass, and slapping it lightly. I could almost hear the moan that would escape her lips as I dipped my long fingers into her waiting pussy… so fucking wet.
“Jasper,” she called, bringing me out of my thoughts. I shook my head back and forth with force, trying to rid the images that were etched into the darkness behind my eyes. I turned my head and began to focus on the screen again.
“Did you need something, Kate?” I practically spat the words out of my mouth, but fuck, she got to me every time she was near. She knew what she was doing, taunting me with her pouty lips and long legs. Those fuckers are downright sexy. I thought, almost getting myself caught up in another day dream, but it was the truth. Kate had legs that went for miles; she knew I liked them too. It had only been three months since I took my father’s job offer, but I was already ready to quit. I was driving myself insane watching her. Day in and day out I would see different men come and go. I wanted to be one of those men. To just feel myself buried inside of her once would be worth the uproar that my leaving Whitlock and Son’s would cause.
“You’re father would like to see you in his office before you head to your meeting.” She said quickly, annoyed by the lack of attention. In my peripheral vision I could see her shift away from my desk.
“Tell him I’ll be right there.” My tone was flat and dismissive. I knew she would be leaving my office any second, so I risked one more glance at her before she could go. She sashayed her way out of the door in front of me. I watched her pert ass the entire way. Fuck, I’m screwed.
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“Jasper, do you think you’re actually going to be able to pull this off or do I need to take this case for you?”
We had a meeting with our most important clients, Carlisle and Edward Cullen; father and son duo that built a multi-million dollar corporation from the ground up, all surrounding one thing- real estate. Their company focused on buying houses that were in less-than-suitable conditions then flipped them, making an awesome amount of profit.
When the economy tanked, and the real estate market went to hell, so did their stock options. That was when they came to us- Whitlock and Son’s Advertising Agency.
The best advertising agency on the west side of the Mississippi River; where I was the second-in-command, next to my father. He taught me everything I knew about making things sell, even if the product was complete shit.
Of course, this product wasn’t complete shit; people just weren’t buying houses in this market which was completely beyond me. It seemed to be the perfect time to invest in real estate, but nobody asked my opinion. Fucking politics.
I was able to come up with an amazing campaign for their company, especially given the time restraints I was under, yet, here my father is, questioning my work.
Jonathan’s tone had me seeing a haze of red.
Yes, I call him Jonathan, not Dad. Truthfully, he never really acted like a dad, so why would I call him that? He always seemed more comfortable with it anyway, so I never questioned it; that was just the way it was.
I couldn’t help the venom that laced my tone when I answered his question.
“Why the fuck would you need to do this case for me? I’m certain that my work more than proves that I am capable to handle this, without any help from you.”
I just couldn’t help being offended. How was I supposed to take a question like that? It was fairly condescending, and I had done nothing to prove that I couldn’t handle it.
Jonathan’s face crinkled into a tight grimace and I knew my words had struck a note with him too.
“Jesus, Jasper, I was just fucking checking. You don’t have to throw a damn hissy fit, although, we all know how very good you are at that. I don’t think I need to remind you how important these clients are and what this would do for our name if we landed the case. I just wanted to make sure you were prepared.”
I ran a hand through my disheveled hair, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt for being so harsh with the man who had brought me to where I was. I was quite successful for a 27-year-old man, never really wanting for anything. Well, nothing except for the luscious legs of a certain blonde bombshell wrapped tightly around my waist as I thrust wildly into her up against the door of my office.
But I digress.
I looked up at Jonathan with a look of remorse and he grinned at me, knowing what my look was.
“It’s all right, Jazz. I know you’re under a lot of stress with this. Let’s just put it behind us and go give it everything we’ve got, okay? Would you mind telling Kate to join us in the conference room, so she can get things set up and serve drinks and such?”
When her name was mentioned my stomach clenched and my dick actually fucking twitched. What the hell was that? I know I’ve got it bad for the girl… no, she wasn’t a girl; she was all women and I wanted to know her in every intimate way a man knew a woman.
I must’ve taken way too long to answer, because Jonathan waved his rather large arm in front of my face to gain my attention. When I chanced a peek at him he had a smirk on his lips that honestly made me want to smack it right off. Dammit, now he knew for certain that my mind was engaged elsewhere.
“Hey, welcome back. Are you going to speak with Kate, or do I need to take care of that, spacey?”
I tried to force an angry face at him, but honestly, I really couldn’t. I had been lost in my own inter musing and we both knew it.
“Nope, I got this. See you in there.”
He grabbed my shoulder, in what I’m sure was supposed to be a reassuring gesture, but honestly only pissed me off further.
“Good luck, son. I know you’ll do a great job.”
I shook off his hold on me and walked out, mumbling my appreciation.
Kate was seated at her desk, her beautiful legs crossed in such a sinful way; I had to bite back the groan that wanted to creep out at that glorious sight. I was fairly certain those legs would be the utter death of me.
She must’ve noticed my gaze because she audibly cleared her throat.
Jesus, I was going to have to snap out of it if I was planning on landing this gig. Too much was at stake for the company, and I suddenly felt the heavy burden sitting squarely on my shoulders.
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My meeting with the Cullen’s went well. The old man, Carlisle, was kind which helped to alleviate some of my nervousness. The son, Edward, appeared to be around my age. He didn’t talk much, but when he did he was all business. It didn’t escape my attention that his gaze kept shifting to Kate and hers to him. I made a mental note to talk to her about her conduct later.
By the time I had finished delivering my pitch I was overflowing with confidence, and even though I knew I wouldn’t be getting an immediate answer, I also knew that I had nailed it. When the meeting came to a close both men stood and shook my hand. Carlisle thanked me for my time and said he’d be in touch soon. I was getting ready to walk out of the door when my father called my name to get my attention. I turned around, only for him to nod with a meek smile in my direction; he was telling me I had done well. Man’s never been great at verbal communication.
I reached my office and plopped down in my seat with a ‘humph’. The day was wearing on me before the meeting, but after I was exhausted. There was still a lot of work that had to be done, but it was going to have to wait. I lay my head down on my desk and a few minutes later I heard voices outside of my door. I picked my head up and through the blinds I could make out that it was Kate and Edward. My inner demon roared as I saw him pull out his cell. I rolled the chair back away from the desk and got up. I pressed my ear firmly to the door, trying to hear what they were saying- nothing but a bunch of damn giggles. I threw the door open and by the small smile on Kate’s face I could tell she wasn’t surprised.
“Can I see you in my office for a minute?” I asked her as calmly as I could manage, nodding my head as a polite, excuse me gesture towards Edward.
“Sure thing, Mr. Whitlock. I’ll be right there.” She smiled at me before turning back to Edward. I was relieved to see her address me with respect in front of him.
I walked back into my office, but didn’t shut the door. There were some papers that I needed to file on my desk and thought it would be the perfect way to make myself look busy while I finished listening to what the pair had to say.
“It’s good to see you again, Kate.” Again?
“You, too. We should catch up sometime. I mean, if you want.” She said the last part quietly, almost too quietly. Kate wasn’t a shy girl, so what was it about this guy that had her acting so strange. Sure, he was good looking, but I’ve seen her with many attractive men before.
“I’d like that. Here’s my number. Call me anytime.” I could hear the lust in his tone and I was sure Kate could too. I had seen him program her number in earlier, so there was no doubt in my mind that I’d be seeing him hanging around the office again sometime soon.
There was some movement and then two quick ‘byes’. Kate walked into the room, her heels announcing her arrival before she could. I turned to her and rested my back against my file cabinet. She took a seat in one of the chairs at my desk and glared at me.
“Kate, you are here to work, not socialize. If you want to pick up men, do it outside of this office,” I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
“I didn’t do anything wrong. I was talking to a client that just so happens to be an old friend.”
“An old friend, huh?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her, silently asking her to elaborate.
“Yes.” She said and nodded in a matter of fact fashion. I wasn’t shocked that she didn’t say more; she wasn’t the air your dirty laundry type of girl.
“Well reconnect on your own time,” I grumbled.
“Why do you care?” She was still sitting there glaring at me. I was beginning to feel a tad bit self conscious under her gaze. I raised my hand and loosened my tie, hoping it would help me breathe.
“I don’t.” It wasn’t a lie, just not entirely true. I didn’t care that she was talking to him, I cared that there was a possibility of him having her when I couldn’t even make a fucking move.
“Fine. I apologize if you think I did something wrong,” she said, getting up and heading for the door.
I moved quicker than I thought capable, shutting the door before she could walk out of it. She was standing in front of me with her back towards my chest and only inches away. I took a couple steps until my body was flush with hers.
“I wasn’t finished.” I whispered into her ear. She shivered as my breath ghosted across the side of her face. She tried to turn around, but I grasped her hip to hold her in place. Her chest visibly rose with ever breath she took and from where I was standing, I was enjoying the view. I didn’t care about the consequences; I was done playing her fucking games.
“Do you know what you do to me?” My tone was harsh, but my voice low. I tightened my grip on her hip and pulled her into semi-hard erection.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, grinding her beautiful round ass a little deeper into me. My cock was standing at full attention, straining painfully against the inside of my black trousers. I should have known she wouldn’t mind the attention. Kate fed off shit like that.
“The way you tease me. Don’t play with me, Kate. You know what I mean.” She giggled. Fucking giggled. I couldn’t bring myself to be angry because the sound was music to my ears.
“Are you going to tell me that you haven’t enjoyed watching me, Jasper?” she purred, laying her head back on my shoulder. I nuzzled my face in her hair, enjoying the smell of her sweet shampoo. She was all fucking woman, everything about her, her smell, her voice, her appearance; it all called to me.
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Also, I've turned Benson Hall into a multi chapter fic. It's J/B AH. If you haven't checked it out give it a try. :)
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