Her eyes burned into the back of his head as he walked away. How could any one man be so arrogant, so cocky, such a royal prick? That he had the power and position to get away with it only made it more frustrating. No one had the right to speak to another human being the way he just spoke to her. She was not accustomed to being treated in this fashion, moreover, she had done nothing wrong. If this asshole wanted a nursemaid, it wasn't her. He expected things from her and others in her office that no other client would ever hope. He commanded them as if he owned them, as if their jobs depended on his satisfaction. The sad thing was, they did.
It wasn't a good business strategy; the firm depended on him for at least half of their business. But when times were tight, he came along. His account elevated sales to where they once were. Now that they had this, it was hard to walk away from. Even harder to bring any account to offset the percentage of sales he represented. So they all endured his abuse, her especially. She seemed to always be in the line of fire. Her boss, founding partner of the firm, was the only one capable of appeasing him. This required her to bow and scrape, much as she despised it.
She thought back to the first time she saw him. He was an imposing man, standing well above anyone around him. It wasn't just height, it was attitude. His eyes seemed to look right through her. No one else had ever had this effect on her. He with one look reduced her to a babbling schoolgirl. She had worked hard to reach this station in life. She resented him for the way he treated her. More than that she resented him for getting to her the way he did. He was never without his trappings. Always impeccably dressed, immaculately groomed. One of his suits cost more than she or any of her co-workers made in a month. He had a propensity for gold, his cufflinks, his Rolex, his cufflinks, were all the best. He admired beautiful things, and required he possess anything he saw that struck his fancy. He always looked as if he had just gotten back from some tropical holiday. Deeply tanned, with a booming voice that went right through her. After seeing him that first day, she decided she was attracted to him. She wasn't sure why, it wasn't all his trappings. Something deep inside her needed his attention. He was a commanding personality, and she knew she might be a willing subject.
All those feelings were long ago pushed down, now she only felt loathing and hate for him. As she had done so many times before, she led him back into her boss's office. He admired her walk as she did. The legs, the firm behind, and those wonderful heels she always wore. Unbeknownst to her, she was on the list of things he admired. He would possess her, someday, somewhere. She opened the door for him, and stepped aside as he walked through. His size, his cologne, and his general scent momentarily overcame her. This man smelled of success. As he walked through the door, she regained her composure. Her boss rose to shake his hand as she shut the door. She was out to lunch when he left. Thank god for small miracles she thought. Her happiness was short lived though, her inter office line rang. It was her boss; apparently the client had forgotten some important contracts. Could she possibly stop and have these signed on her way home? As she always did, she agreed. She adored her boss, he always stood by her. She cursed under her breath when he handed her the address. Not only was he in the best hotel in town, he had the penthouse as well. Ironic she thought, not only was his nose in the air, his accommodations were as well.
She left the office early, leaving herself enough time to get home to her husband after stopping off for the contracts. She stopped momentarily before leaving to check herself in the mirror. She still had it, even though 30 was just around the corner. The humidity had left for the time being, and her face was still framed with the long soft curls she had this morning. Her business suit was far from conservative, the skirt well above the knee. Her jacket should have been worn with some sort of blouse underneath, but she preferred its low cut neckline. She wore only a string of pearls in her ample cleavage. This particular outfit always made her feel sexy. Only her husband knew the remainder of the outfit. The suit was black, and the undergarments she wore with it were as well. The bra was tiny, holding her firm breasts tightly, pushing them up and out. She normally wore pantyhose, for the convenience aspect. She was the only one that knew what was underneath today. Black silk stockings suspended by a black garter belt. The panties were microscopic, barely covering her, but matching She arrived at the hotel late, traffic was horrible. Her nerves were shot; it had been a long week. On her way to the elevators, she noticed the lounge. A drink, she thought, just to settle my nerves. She was late already; a few more minutes wouldn't kill her. She passed a pay phone on the way, but thought better of calling her husband. She wasn't expected home for at least a few hours.
As her eyes adjusted to the low light in the bar, she asked the bartender for her favorite poison. As the soothing alcohol washed over her, she glanced around the room. He was already coming towards her; apparently he had seen her come in. She looked up at him from her perch on the barstool, awaiting the worst. Somehow he looked different to her now. The suit was the same; she was a sucker for an Armani. His seemed to fit him better than any she had seen. He must have them custom fitted she thought. He seemed like a different person now, gone was that hard look on his face. He spoke to her gently for the first time ever. "I was worried, you were supposed to be her an hour ago,” he said. She apologized, blaming the Friday afternoon traffic. He sat down beside her, reaching for the portfolio she had laid on the bar. After looking through the contracts, he seemed confused. "These are not what we discussed today, could you come up to the room with me, I need to make a phone call to confirm." His softness and concern had touched her deeply. All the feelings she kept down were slowly creeping up on her. His eyes were intense, taking in all in front of him quickly. She wished they were on her, instead of on the papers in front of him. Suddenly she heard him speak to her again, "Here's the room key, finish your drink and meet me."
Before she could speak, he was gone. She spent the next few minutes trying to regain her composure. She was feeling flushed, not just from the cocktail, but from him. She had never seen this side of him before. This was the way she hoped he would be. Seeing him like this, acting like a human being, reaffirmed her attractions to him, her desires. Her mind was running away on her now, she needed another drink. She ordered and caught the elevator to his suite. She felt funny just letting herself into the room.
As the door opened, she saw him seated on the couch. He waved her in, and returned to his phone call. She wasn't sure whether she should sit down or not. She elected to sit at the small table, her silk stockings rubbed against themselves as she crossed her legs. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she didn't reach to adjust her skirt as she always did. It crept up the extra inch or two, showing the lace tops of her stockings. As she looked out the window, taking in the incredible view, the client also took in her view. She was content, this was an incredible suite, and the view was beautiful. It was so nice to see him like this, a normal person. She decided he wasn't so bad after all just had a different face for business. She liked this one much better. She was happy to see he had removed his jacket, showing his broad chest and shoulders. The tie was undone now also, he looked much softer to her. He spoke in soft tones; the hard edge to his voice was gone now. She listened to his end of the conversation, his deep tones vibrating in her ears.
