The sky was looking very grey outside the window of his new office as Sean sat back in the huge leather chair, wishing he could summon the enthusiasm to actually do something useful. Boxes of files had been haphazardly piled in a corner and, as yet, he hadn't had the time to open them. He was dog tired and the thought of returning to a bland hotel room for another boring night was a deeply unappealing one. At some point he knew he needed to find a flat to rent, but for now, it was way down on a long list of things to do.
The day had mostly been a success. So far there hadn't been too much hostility from the existing management and it looked like the merger was going to be smooth one. For an idle moment his thoughts drifted back to the woman from last night. To say he he'd been shocked when she materialised in the board room was a massive understatement. The subsequent invitation to his office this evening had very much been a spur of the moment decision. God only knew what he was going to say to her other than congratulate her on an excellent presentation. He definitely wanted her to stay with the company, but it was too early in the day to start offering promotions.
A tap on the door brought him back to planet earth with a bump.
"Yes, what is it?" he said loudly.
The door opened and his secretary walked in.
"Miss Lomax is here to see you; she says you're expecting her?" The woman looked enquiringly at him.
"Yes Jenny, I am. Show her in and take yourself off home now – it's getting late."
"Thanks Mr Holden." Jenny said gratefully as she opened the door wider and stood aside allowing Anna to step through.
The sound of the heavy door closing behind her was almost like a jail cell clanging shut – and she was on the wrong side of it. Burying her misgivings about the whole meeting, Anna quickly surveyed the office. It was large and opulent with a massive window overlooking the river. Very nice, she thought, reluctantly impressed. Her own office was shared with three other people and had no nice view at all, merely a small window overlooking the staff car-park. She supposed there had to be some fringe benefits to being the boss.
Sean gazed at Anna as she checked out his office. She still looked as sexy as hell even though she must be as tired as he was. Her face was a mask; no trace of emotion on it at all as she turned to look directly at him.
"You wanted to see me?" she said getting straight to the point.
"Yes I did." He replied, opening a drawer in the large antique desk and pulling a small bottle of whiskey out, along with two glasses.
"Drink?" he asked Anna politely, pouring himself a small measure. He sure as hell needed one even if she didn't.
"Yes please." Anna was non-plussed. She had been expecting... no actually, she didn't know WHAT she'd been expecting... just not this. She could see how tired he was and for a minute she felt the urge to step around the desk and take him in her arms, soothing him. But she stopped herself sharp; he was her boss as well as an ex-client. He was also quite within his rights to sack her should he choose to, and she was already treading a dangerous path simply by being alone with him again.
Sean poured a second glass of whiskey and handed it to Anna; she took it with a murmured thank you. He watched her for a moment while he took the first sips of the fiery liquid. The ball was in his court and they both knew that. Trouble was, all he could think about at this minute was bending her over his desk and fucking the living daylights out of her. His cock hardened in direct response to that particular train of thought and he willed it silently to behave.
"I was very impressed with your presentation this afternoon Anna, you clearly know your market," he said, needing to direct his mind back onto a more business-like footing.
She looked at him coolly and replied, "Thanks. I work hard for this company and always give 110% which, I think you'll agree, is reflected in my sales figures." She knew she was right and she defiantly dared him to disagree with that statement.
"Yes I checked your file; you've been very successful in the last two years since you came to work for TRM. I was impressed," he said evenly before adding, "and how long have you been working nights too?"
Anna flushed and shifted uncomfortably in the hard chair, her skirt riding up her stockinged thighs unbeknown to her. She hadn't expected him to be quite so direct.
"It's not a regular thing; just when I need the money," she replied coldly. "As long as it doesn't affect my work here, I don't see that it's any of the Company's business."
