Under Orders (2 page)

He took a deep breath
and brushed his forefinger against her clit, pressing down just enough to make
the little nubbin tingle in anticipation. That smirk of his deepened, when she
couldn’t help her involuntary jump in response.

“Likewise no one in this
room has anything to fear from these findings, unless they have not been acting
in the company’s best interests. If you have indeed been mishandling funds then
now would be a prudent time to own up to this fact.”

Again he paused, and
Anna held her breath. He looked every inch the ruthless and dangerous business
man he was reported to be. His harsh features had drawn tight, his high cheek
bones accentuated under the artificial lighting that filled the room, despite
the blaring sun outside the windows overlooking London’s skyline. He held
himself perfectly still, the muscles bulging in tension under the light summer
suit he wore. Only his finger moved in slow, measured circles, designed to
drive Anna to the brink of insanity. She grasped hold of her armrests again,
and coughed to hide her moan as that finger slipped under the elastic of her
underwear and teased her entrance.

“I-I—” Brian shot out of
his chair and looked as though he would have made a run for it, had Leonard not
grabbed him by the suit lapels and pinned him against the wall. The door burst
open, and two burly security guards took over and dragged Brian from the room.
Anna was barely aware of the ensuing commotion, because Jonathan chose that
moment to thrust two fingers knuckle deep inside her channel. Her pussy walls
tightened around the digits, and Anna shut her eyes against the rising
sensation deep within. There was something so deliciously naughty about the CEO
finger-fucking her under the table.

The barely functioning
rational side of her brain urged her to scream, to do something. He was taking
liberties with her body that he had no right to take, but the other horny as
hell part of her told that side to shut the fuck up, even as Jonathan added his
thumb to her clit, pushing her closer and closer to release.

“Leonard, get Anna a
glass of water. She is looking a little flushed.”

Her eyes flew open at
the amused words, and she knew her cheeks must be as red as the roses in the
vase across the room, when her boss stepped close enough to her to see exactly
what was happening under the table. Jonathan did not release her. If anything
he stepped up his assault, curling his fingers in such a way that he massaged
her sweet spot deep inside.

Leonard cleared his
throat repeatedly, and the water splashed over the side of the glass he was
pouring for Anna, masking the wet sounds of Jonathan’s fingers thrusting in and
out of her sopping cunt. She would leave a visible stain on her skirt and chair
at this rate, but Anna could no more stop herself from climbing towards bliss
than she could stop breathing. She dug her fingers into the arms of her chair
and bit her lip so hard she drew blood, as her orgasm hit her with the full
force of a speeding train. Irrespective of where she was, or perhaps because of
it, waves of pleasure crashed over her, as her body shook in delicious
aftershocks. Jonathan did not withdraw his fingers until the last of her
shudders stopped, and when she opened her eyes it was to find the room empty,
bar the three of them.

The unmistakable
evidence of her boss’s erection straining the soft cotton of his trousers had
renewed heat climbing into her cheeks. Jonathan swiped his fingers coated in
her essence across her lips, and his eyes darkened when she opened to take them
into her mouth. She could taste herself mixed in with the coppery evidence of
her own blood, and both men groaned. Jonathan withdrew his fingers and licked
them clean with a wicked grin in her direction.

“This one is indeed the
sweetest one yet. Clever and tasty. You chose well, Leonard.”

Her boss adjusted
himself with another groan and tipped her chin up with his free hand, searching
her expression. Whatever he read in her face made his tense features relax, and
some of her embarrassment fled. At least if she acted like a hussy, it had been
under orders, so her job was safe. Not that that would mean she would be able
to look at her reflection once whatever spell she was under had lifted. And she
had to be under a spell. She never acted like this—never. That uneasy feeling
returned, erasing the left-over fog of her body’s arousal. She was missing
something, something vital.

Jonathan released his
fingers with one last appreciative murmur and then wiped them dry on one of the
paper napkins left on the table.

“You should have worn
the panties, but I will admit this was more fun, little one.”

His superior grin irked
her, and she pushed the chair away with much more force than was strictly
necessary, as she got up on legs still too wobbly to support her. Leonard’s arm
round her waist steadied her, and she murmured her thanks.

From somewhere she found
her voice.

“As the meeting is over,
I trust my presence is no longer required.” She straightened her shoulders and
pushed away from her boss and his still raring erection. It made her feel
decidedly uncomfortable and downright angry. He had no right to put her in this
position. Not her, not any of his staff.

“I don’t know what sick
little arrangement you two have got going here, but I will not be party to this
anymore. You had your fun, but this stops now, or I will get you both reported
for sexual harassment. There are laws against this sort of behavior, you know
and…” Her voice trailed off as Jonathan moved so fast he was on top of her in
the blink of an eye. With Leonard stood behind her and Jonathan in front she
had nowhere to go. She had never truly appreciated how well built her boss was.
But pressed against him like she was she could feel every inch of hard male
muscle, and her traitorous hormones jumped in excitement. Taller and leaner,
than her boss, Jonathan towered over them both, and Anna forgot to breathe. His
azure eyes blazed in fury, and his hot breath feathered across her face when he
leant down so close that his lips almost touched hers.

“It’s only harassment if
one party doesn’t enjoy the attentions, and you, my little one, enjoyed that
very much. Justify this to yourself any which way you please, but know this. We
are not done until I say we’re done. You can run, but you can’t hide from me.”

Chapter Two

Anna pushed the covers
off her with a frustrated groan and squinted at her alarm clock. Four A.M. and
she was wide awake—again. Ever since that fateful day in the office three weeks
ago sleep eluded her. When it did come it was full of disturbing images she
could not make sense of.
 
She would wake
up screaming and covered in cold sweat fighting off some unseen evil sitting on
her chest until she couldn’t breathe. The nightmares took her straight back to
her angst-ridden childhood, and that fateful night when the view of her beloved
daddy changed forever. She hadn't thought about that night in years, the
memories too painful to process. Why they should come back to her now, was
completely beyond her. It was not as though Jonathan Symmonds was one of the
evil creatures of the night that had driven her father to the brink of
insanity, and had ultimately robbed her of her parents. No, it was just her own
guilt talking.

If that wasn’t bad
enough the other dreams were worse, and would leave her panting for breath, her
body clamoring for release. Release that never came. Anna was no stranger to
self-pleasuring, and she had an impressive collection of toys, but none of them
could bring her the release she craved. All she would see were Jonathan
Symmonds’s piercing blue eyes, hard as flint with disapproval, and her arousal
would flee like dust motes in a gust of wind. Something about his natural scent
that stirred needs and memories she couldn't grasp. Comforting and terrifying
at the same time, it made no sense at all.

She’d only caught
glimpses of him around the office since that encounter in the conference room,
and her boss was back to professional indifference as though he hadn’t been
there to witness her come apart like some whore on speed. Part of her was
grateful for that at least, but the other reckless half wanted to shake him and
demand answers.

The conversation she’d
had with Louise had to have been the most bizarre yet.

“So.” Louise had scooted
her office chair across and talked in hushed whispers when she’d made it back
to her desk, after a visit to the ladies’ to freshen up. “Do you remember what
happened? We all saw Brian be escorted off the premises, but I can’t get the
dirt from him on anyone, and believe me I tried.”

Anna had rolled her eyes
at the other woman’s nosiness.

“Of course I remember.
I’m not a complete dimwit, and if you needed to know why Brian was let go, then
I’m sure you would be told. If you haven’t then you sure are not going to hear
it from me.”

Louise had blinked twice
and pursed her lips.

“But no one ever
remembers what happens when
he
is around. Not when they’ve been summoned
like you have? I don’t understand, I mean—“

“Louise, meet me in my
office, please.”

Leonard’s disembodied
voice coming over the intercom had made them both jump, and Louise had gone an
interesting shade of white, before she‘d scrambled to her feet, and had
disappeared into his office. When she had reappeared moments later, she had
avoided eye contact with anyone and had avoided Anna like the proverbial
plague. In fact, most people in the office gave Anna wide berth. Had she been
given to paranoia she might have thought they were all avoiding her on purpose.
Which was a ridiculous notion. It hadn’t been her fault that Brian had been
sacked, and his replacement, a bland faced, married man in his thirties seemed
studious and had seamlessly blended into the company as though Brian had never
existed.

Whenever Anna allowed
herself to dwell on these goings on, that sense of unease invaded her. Like a
thousand little insect legs it marched across her consciousness, always just
out of reach, and try as she might she could not grasp the reason for it.

So Anna threw herself
into her work instead. As soon as the last “t” was crossed she could hand in
her resignation and get away from this place. And maybe then the nightmares
would stop.

It meant many a late
night in the office, and she could have sworn that she was being watched. Even
now Anna couldn’t shake the feeling that she was not alone. Her nipples firmed
and her breasts grew heavy, and moisture soaked her pajama bottoms as a
familiar scent engulfed her. Her heartbeat slowed and then turned into a jack
hammer when she drew back the curtains and peered down into her deserted street.
A black Mercedes was parked under the street light again. Anna couldn’t see
anything past the blacked out windows, and just like before it silently drove
away the minute she opened the curtains.

The scent intensified,
and gooseflesh broke out all over her skin.

“I’ve got you, little
one. Don’t be afraid.” Jonathan’s voice in her ear made her spin around, fully
expecting him to stand behind her, but of course he wasn’t there. She was going
insane. Lack of sleep was making her imagine things; that was all. She was on
the fourth floor with her windows locked and the front door dead bolted. No
living creature could get in, and whatever Jonathan was, he was very much alive
and kicking. Far too alive and utterly delectable, damn him.

Anna padded into the
bathroom to splash cold water in her face and to will her breathing to slow
down. If she closed her eyes she could almost see him standing behind her, feel
his calloused fingers kneading her tense shoulders. She leant back into his
reassuring warmth and let her head fall back onto his broad shoulder. It was an
illusion, that was all, but a sense of calm settled over her.

The shrill sound of the
telephone shook her out of her trance, and she bumped into the wash basin in
her haste to get away from… From what? There was no one there.

She snatched the phone
of the receiver, and uttered a silent prayer of thanks when her pop’s gravelly
voice came through loud and clear.

“Are you feeling all right,
Anna?”

Anna rolled her eyes and
looked at the time again.

“Am I feeling all right?
Grand-pops, you do know what the time is, don’t you? It’s the middle of the
night. Couldn’t you sleep again? Where is that nurse? She’s supposed to look
after you, and—”

“I don’t need some young
whippersnapper of a nurse ordering me about. I told you that before. I am
not
senile. I am perfectly capable of taking my medication and going to the
toilet by myself. I do not need a nurse-maid.”

Anna suppressed a sigh
and switched off to the tirade. This was an old argument and one she did not
have the patience for right now. Grand-pops was in his late eighties and
refused to leave his huge house in the country and downsize to something more
manageable, despite the fact that he lived in just two rooms of the big old
rambling house. Once upon a time it had been full of laughter and love.
Nowadays it gave Anna the chills. The upstairs had long since been boarded off
as Grand-pops found the stairs harder and harder to negotiate, and he had set
up home in the large kitchen. Warm all year round, thanks to the huge Aga, the
kitchen had always been the focal point, even when Grand-mama had still been
alive. It hadn’t been a huge surprise when Grand-pops had decreed that he would
live out his days in the kitchen and adjacent study–cum-library.