Proposals (2 page)

Chapter Two

The next morning, I tried not to think about
Brad and the events of the previous night. However, that wasn't so
easy - I'd Google'd him once I'd come home, and it turned out he
was the new heir to Reinehart Industries.

The firm owned a real estate empire, a
mergers and acquisitions wing and a bevy of smaller companies
including Zenith Clothing, an upscale women's clothing brand. The
renovated store was for Zenith, I guessed, and remembering what
we’d gotten up to, I wondered why he'd picked me. He probably had
hordes of thin, waif-like models and starlets pursuing him.

I was a bit late to work since I'd been told
that was ok. I spent my few extra hours at home doing boring things
like catching up on my laundry and vacuuming the tiny
apartment.

It's true - I didn't have much of a life and
I didn't really feel up to one. A few years back, my mother had
fallen ill; I'd dropped out of university to take care of her back
home in Madison. When she passed away a year later, there was a
hollowness inside me, and I didn't want to go back to my old life.
I took care of most of Mom's outstanding debts by selling the
house, and I moved to New York in search of something different
that I never really found.

I'd spent the last few years working in temp
jobs, getting by as an assistant or clerk or receptionist. I didn't
want to face the real world, not quite yet. I felt like I needed
some time for my life to get back to normal and in the meantime, I
embraced all things mundane, as I tried to pay off the last bits of
my debts.

When I finally got to Neilson & Sons,
things were uneventful. There were moments of busyness when phones
rang and errands had to be run, and other times when I was free to
go online and window shop for things I could never afford.

At five o'clock, I was getting ready to go
home when George came up to me again.
Oh no
. I knew what was
going to happen even before he started talking.

He put a brown envelope on my desk.

"Alexis, I'm sorry to ask you to do this
twice in a row, but Mr Reinehart wants these papers straight away.
I don't want to displease him, do you think you could… ? Of course,
the office will pay for your cab fare again. I've written down
Brad's office address on top of the envelope. You can leave it with
his secretary."

"Yes, George," I smiled and nodded, my heart
quaking inside me. Would I see him again? Did I want to see him or
avoid him? Was this just a coincidence?

I tried not to think as I hailed a cab and
got to his office.

As I rode up the elevator, I made sure my
mind was blank and I tried to breathe normally. I stepped out onto
what was clearly an executive floor - there was a receptionists'
desk but nobody there. I knocked on the door in front of me, and
went in. My heart sank as I saw a small grey-haired lady with
half-rim frames.

"Alexis Jones?" she asked, looking at me
sternly over her frames.

"Yes."

"Please have a seat."

I did as she said, wondering why I was
disappointed. After all, George had said to leave the papers with
his secretary, why had I expected something different?

I heard the lady saying something into her
phone, and then she nodded at me and said, "Please go in."

I opened the door and walked into the
office.

His desk was on the other side of the room,
and Brad was writing something when I walked in.

I felt like a fish out of water, as if I
didn't really have the right to be in such a plush room, like I
wasn't well-dressed enough or well-educated enough. The room was
large, with floor-to-ceiling windows providing a gorgeous view,
dark-paneled walls and soft, thick carpeting. It seemed like the
kind of place where everyone spoke in sophisticated lines and wore
haute couture. Certainly not the place for a cynical, broke,
college-dropout.

Brad came around the desk as I walked towards
it.

"The papers?" he asked, and I handed him the
envelope silently.

He put it on a shelf and grabbed my arm
gently, walking me over to the desk. As he sat me down on the edge
of the large wooden table, I muttered, "Last night was a mistake,
you know."

"I know," he smiled, as he leaned down and
kissed me briefly. "I've told my secretary to go home. The office
should be completely empty now."

I wondered what I was doing, and why I
bothered. But he was gorgeous, and a bit of stress-relief couldn't
hurt, could it? I wondered what his deal was, as he pulled my top
over my shoulders and threw it away.

I sat on the edge of the table in my skirt
and bra, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close and
murmuring, "You smell like peaches…Fresh like summer."

He slowly moved back and pulled me to my
feet. Wrapping one arm around my waist, he undid the zip of my
skirt with his other hand. The skirt slid to my feet, and his hands
moved up, unclasping my bra suddenly and tossing it away. I gasped
out loud as the cold air hit my bare breasts and moved my arms up
in an attempt to cover myself.

Brad grabbed both my wrists and pushed my
hands down to my sides. He lowered his head, till his mouth reached
my nipple. He licked it gently, pushing it in between his lips,
sucking and nibbling until I began to moan. I almost forgot how
naked I felt as my stomach tightened and I felt the moisture
seeping out of me. Still pressing my hands down against my sides,
he tried to take my entire breast in his mouth, biting down and
sucking as I arched my back forward for him.

He stepped back, letting my hands go, and I
felt his gaze run up and down my body as he slid out of his pants
and underwear, freeing his erect cock. I was naked except for my
thin panties and I felt vulnerable and exposed as he stepped
forward and pressed against me, moving my hands behind my back.

I watched him take off his tie and felt the
fabric being wrapped around my wrists. I shuddered slightly as I
realized he was depriving me of my freedom, and wondered what he
would do with me.

"I've been thinking about you all day long,
your hungry body and your tight little pussy," he growled into my
ear as he bound my wrists tightly. "You're going to wrap those hot
lips of yours around my cock today, and you're going to make me
come. Don't expect me to be gentle."

I whimpered as he pushed me down onto my
knees, on the floor in front of him. I throbbed with fear, desire
and anticipation, and felt his hand grabbing my hair, pulling my
head back until I met his eyes. His face was covered with lust and
I hoped he wouldn't be too rough.

Brad seemed to like what he saw in my eyes,
and as he let go of my face I glanced sideways. We were reflected
in the big glass windows - me, almost naked, with my hands tied
behind my back, on my knees in front of him, and Brad standing tall
and strong, eyeing me greedily.

He grabbed my head with both hands and led my
face to his bulbous tip. I gently flicked my tongue out, licking
the tip, gradually swirling my tongue all over the head. I
continued till I found the ridge where the shaft met the head, and
I ran my tongue alongside it. Brad's gasp told me that I must be
doing something right, and I ran my tongue up and down his shaft,
finally coming back down to the head again, where I let my tongue
flick around in circles.

I felt him push his hips forward, and I began
to suck him into my mouth, trying to take him in entirely. I
managed to get his shaft all the way in, but I felt the tip hitting
the back of my throat and I almost gagged, pulling back out in
order to breathe.

Brad grunted and thrust forward again,
ignoring my gagging. He jerked his hips and pulled my head forward
roughly, forcing me to take the entire length into my mouth.
Ignoring my distraught moans, he thrust his cock into my mouth over
and over again. I pressed my tongue against him, my lips wrapped
tightly around his erect shaft, powerless against him as he took
what he wanted.

Finally his thrusting became a bit more
shallow and I started to breathe properly again. He groaned as I
seized the opportunity to use my tongue on his head once more. I
brushed my tongue against the tip and rolled it in circles, round
and round.

I felt him pull out, and he grabbed my
shoulders, lifting me up off the floor. With one swift motion, he
slid my panties off, so that I was completely naked before him.

I felt myself whirled around and bent over
Brad's desk. My nipples made contact with the wooden surface and I
squealed at the rough sensation as Brad pushed me forward swiftly,
till my torso was completely flat against the table.

I felt him spread my legs wide apart and
breathe in deeply. I knew what he was looking at: I was splayed
out, completely exposed to him, dripping with juices and aching for
his touch.

I felt his hands on my buttocks as he
squeezed them and pushed them apart. I moaned in surprise and
delight as his fingers found my tight back opening, and I enjoyed a
sensation I'd never felt before as his fingertips circled the edges
gently.

My pussy clenched and unclenched of its own
accord, begging silently for some attention, but Brad chose instead
to slide his finger into my other entrance. I gasped as it moved in
through my tight muscles, the pleasure and pain
indistinguishable.

His other hand now found my engorged nub and
rubbed it, occasionally sliding along my wet folds. The two hands
between my legs slid and teased me, the sensations getting
confused, as I began to moan with pleasure, begging him for
more.

He took his time, using his fingers on me,
waiting as my anticipation increased. Finally, he removed one hand
and began to slide his hard shaft along my opening. He removed the
finger that was toying with my back entrance, and grabbed my hips
as he slid inside me with one smooth thrust.

I gasped out loud and bucked my hips as he
slid out and entered me again. His thrusts became harder and more
powerful and I moaned out loud with pleasure. I rocked my hips,
trying to get more, trying to use my muscles to suck him in
entirely and we began to move together rhythmically.

With every thrust he moved deeper within me.
I felt the throbbing of his cock, my walls clenching against him,
my muscles stretching as he entered me again and again. I felt the
pressure build up within me as I called out his name and began
moaning incomprehensibly. The room seemed to fade away, and I felt
myself thrash in ecstasy as waves of pleasure rolled through me and
the orgasm took over my body.

When I came to, Brad was still pounding into
me, and within seconds I heard him groan and his body stiffened as
he came. He grew limp within me and I felt him untie the fabric
around my wrists. He moved out of me, and I heard him go away and
pull his clothes back on.

As my thoughts came floating back to me, I
straightened up quickly, looking around for my clothes and finding
them scattered on the floor nearby. I pulled on my bra and skirt,
and slid my arms through the sleeves of my shirt.

When I noticed the tray of drinks and glasses
on the low bureau, I made my way over there and poured myself what
I hoped was a glass of water, finishing it in seconds. Buttoning up
my shirt hastily, I gulped down another glass, before turning
around to look for my bag.

Once again, I felt Brad's piercing eyes on
me. "Let me drop you home," he offered, his voice low and sexy.

I shook my head no, as I spotted my bag and
walked over to pick it up.

"My car's downstairs, it's no trouble at
all," he continued.

Again, I shook my head. I didn't need to be
driven around just because of what had happened between us. I'd
probably never see him outside of work again, and tonight's events
would never be repeated.

Why bother kidding myself? This was New York
- high powered guys like Brad could have anyone they wanted, and
they flitted from one girl to another every couple of days. I
didn't want him to feel obligated to drop me home or call me, and I
didn't want to raise my own hopes either. He was sexy and powerful;
just being near him made me feel weak inside.

Of course, I didn't say all that. Instead, I
said, "I'd like to be alone for a bit," and smiled. Brad looked a
little mystified, and I turned and walked out.

Chapter Three

Friday morning arrived and I got dressed in a
rush. I didn't have any exciting weekend plans, but it would still
be nice to have two days off work.

As I closed the building door behind me, I
noticed a large black limo parked on the street. Brad appeared on
my left suddenly, materializing out of nowhere. His hand was on my
arm, and before I knew it, I was being led to the limo.

"I need to talk to you," he said. "And you're
not rushing off this time."

I got in wordlessly, but as soon as I was
seated, I said, "My work…"

"I called George," said Brad, cutting me off,
"I said I'd asked you to come by and pick up some papers from my
office."

That precluded any arguments, so I sat back
and looked around. The limo seats were spacious and comfortable
leather, and I noticed a phone and mini bar. Brad was dressed in a
dark grey suit, and looked as handsome as ever. He wore a white
shirt with silver cufflinks, and a tie that must've cost more than
my rent. I felt underdressed sitting beside him, and was glad I'd
worn my grey skirt instead of "casual Friday" jeans.

"What's this about?" I looked at him and for
the first time, I realized that despite what had happened between
us, we'd never said more than two words to each other.

"We've never talked," said Brad, as if he'd
read my mind.

"That's fine," I shrugged, "We don't really
have to. It's not like our paths cross often…"

He was looking at me calmly, openly
appraising my words. "That's true," he said, "But I thought you
might be fun to spend time with. You're a lot less stuffy than most
people I know."