Executive Assistance

[CarnivalBarker]

Executive Assistance (Closed to Sinful_Whispers)

(OOC: THIS THREAD IS CLOSED TO Sinful_Whispers!!! Sorry for any confusion in the title!!!)


"Lynden Nash," I say, picking up the telephone, as I collapse on the bed at my home. I found that the woman beside me failed to satisfy me anymore, and it didn't bother me in the least to make her wait until I finished. "Yes," I say. "Put him through."

The call was from my office director in the Atlantic Corridor. Oil prices had increased in recent months, and that meant our operations costs had shot up. The directors were meeting in Chicago, and the shareholders were complaining that dividend payments might be withheld. The Board of Directors was summoning me there tomorrow to address "concerns."

"Jesus, Jason," I sit up, pushing the woman away slightly, as she had been trying to curl up beside me while I talked on the phone. "Can you not handle a simple task?" I ask him. "They will get their dividend! Well, didn't you explain it?!" I stand up and begin gathering my clothes. The woman in the bed would not be necessary. I didn't like her that much anymore, anyway. A former consultant that I had hired a few years back, she had stayed around when her contract expired to assist me in matters such as these. I had originally taken to her pretty brown hair and nice legs, but at 36, I could take her or leave her. Today, I would leave her.

"Jason, I'll be 48 tomorrow," I tell the caller. "You are going to make me 60. I am going to have to cancel my plans, fly to Chicago, and bail us out of this fucking mess that you can't seem to handle? Fuck you." I hang up the phone. I look at the woman sitting disheveled beneath me. "You gotta go," I tell her.

"But we're not finished," she mewls.

"Oh, we are," I say. "You gotta go. Now." She tries to argue and I make her shut up, get her things, and get out. I didn't need her, and didn't need this mess today. As she got dressed, I opened the blinds. It was raining. "Dammit, my wife isn't going to fly out today if these storms keep up," I say only to hope, and to nobody in particular. I put on my belt and shoes, brown to accent my navy pinstriped suit that I would wear with a simple white shirt and no tie for the trip. I reach for my phone once more and punch a direct-line code.

This is Jameson, leave a message. "Fuck," I say, as the message played a series of beeps, signaling a ton of messages, making me wait to leave my own. "Jameson, I need you to have the annual report copied and sent to the plane with the new assistant, uh.....Katie. She'll be traveling with me, so make sure to have our arrangements ready in Chicago. I am heading to the airport in an hour, and I will meet her at the airport." I slammed the phone down. "Fucking Jameson," I muttered about the Office Administrator who was never available to answer her phone. I turned to head to my home office. I hoped the new assistant was capable. I had been in Tokyo the week that Jameson had hired her, and I hoped she made it clear all of the duties the assistant would have, whether it be handling drycleaning, preparing budget estimates, handling press requests or making sure my dog Barney got his shots. She also needed to be comfortable stalling the phone calls from heads of state or simply bringing me coffee. She was to be on call at all times and to be ready if I needed something. For all of that, the trade off was excellent. She would earn more than most first year lawyers might, and she would have a chance to travel the world, at times. As central as the job was, Jameson should answer the goddamn phone and fill me in on who this new person was.

Assuming she showed up, this would be my first trip with Katie. I could not imagine how this was going to go, given that I had not yet met her. I hope Jameson advised her that her job required discretion, as I was not above the occasional "date" in whichever city I may be in. Whoever she was, she had better have her shit together when she got there. The phone rang, and I quickly pulled it from my pocket hoping it was a prompt response from Jameson. However, it was a different caller. It was Monica.

"Hey daddy," said my little girl. "I wanted to say Happy Birthday!"

"It's tomorrow," is all I say, listening for the sound of the other shoe. Monica was a senior at Pepperdine, with the goal of becoming an Oscar Award-winning actress. She had long brown hair, and the youthful good looks of a Mila Kunis, but she probably had the acting chops of "The Girl That Gets Slaughtered or Raped at the Start of Every Horror Film," or possibly "Victim Number 4." That meant she was broke and never called unless she needed cash.

"Well, I wanted to call today, because Jeri Lyn and I are driving up the Coast to San Francisco tomorrow," she said. So, how much would this shopping trip cost me? "I knew I wouldn't get to call."

"Well thank you, baby girl," I say. "You guys need some money?" I ask, cutting to the chase.

"Well, we have enough money for the trip," she says. "But Jeri Lyn is worried about covering our meals." Sure she is. Who the fuck is Jeri Lyn? I haven't even met Jeri Lyn. Fuck her. This is the part where I give you a couple hundred bucks for meals, and you and Jeri Lyn go dress like harlots and flirt for meals from guys in San Francisco, and then take my money to go shopping, I think to myself.

"I'll put $500 on your debit card, honey," I say, because I am a sucker for my little girl and can't say no. Ever. Monica thanks me and quickly ends the call. Of course. I look at my phone, and still no word from Jameson or my new assistant. Shit. I call my office immediately.

"Shane," I say, wondering why the fucking IT guy is at the reception desk. "Will you buzz Jameson. Get her on the phone, now," I say. A few moments later, Shane comes back on the phone and says he can't find her.

"What the hell do you mean, you can't.....never mind," I pinch the bridge of my nose as I think for a moment. "Tell her to call me as soon as she can." I hang up and gather a bag large enough for three days of meetings and an extra night to entertain some asshole investor who will no doubt want more of my time than he needs, and then wonder later what I am doing to ensure our stock won't drop out of the sky. As I throw my bag into the car, my phone rings again. I answer it, and as I do, the call has already been missed. "Shit!" I exclaim, noticing it is Jameson. I check the voicemail as I grab my portfolio from inside the kitchen and toss it onto the passenger seat.

"Lynden, it's Jamey. Katie will be at the airport, ready to go. She's nervous and I want you to be nice to her. Don't run her off like you did Amanda. Call me if you have any problems." I hang up the phone once more.

"Amanda can fuck herself," I grumble. My prior assistant had been 41 and worthless. She quit her job on the spot after I learned that she had been charging excess meals, coffee, and even her drycleaning to company accounts. I wasn't mean to Amanda, she was terrible. At least that was my feeling. I got into my Jaguar and fired it off into the valley where the airport sat. This trip was necessary only to assure the shareholders that their multi-billion dollar empires did not become single-billion dollar empires. They were such children. I wanted to get in the air, get on the ground, and get somewhere for a nice dinner. And I wanted a competent assistant to show up and be ready for her first day on the job.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

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I looked up from the leather chair as I sat in the waiting room in a rather large office building. I smoothed down my short red dress as I stood hearing the secretary call my name and gave me permission to step into the office behind her. I hear the steel tips of my red stiletto pumps sound across the floor like military met marching in a row, never missing a beat. I smiled looking to the woman behind the desk who stood and offered me her hand. "Miss Kate Beaumont?"

"Yes, thank you for meeting me." I replied. "I was hoping to hear from you. From what I read about Aubade Energy, the company has never stopped growing."

"Quite welcome Kate and yes, this company has not stopped growing since it was born. There is potential within the glass walls, potential you could possibly find out about one day." She replied as she picked up my resume and began paging through it asking me questions about my references, my past employment and seeming to be pleased with my answers. I explained I was 24, where I lived, why I left to peruse a career and what direction I wanted to go in...etc.

I was glad to lose my southern accent when I went to college. It wasn't that I was trying to hide that I was southern born and breed, more so the fast I wanted to be heard properly, no twang as I have found most employers tend to have a hard time understanding it. I'll save that for home visits...maybe.

"Kate, this job isn't the normal assistant job. What I mean by that is this..." I watched as she took a breath and continued. "You will be the personal assistant to Mr. Lynden Nash. He is hard to work for. He is a great guy, awesome business man but strong willed and very impatient. he likes things a certain way and that IS his way. He will expect you to do tedious tasks such as walk his dog, pick up his dry cleaning, make him coffee and then there is the other tasks that will be anything he asks from being on call 24/7 which I was sure I mentioned and that means dropping everything and being where he says, when he says and with what he asks for. Still want the position?"

I didn't even need to think about it. "Yes." I replied quickly and felt a relief that I was starting a new chapter in my life.

She handed me a folder and asked me to go through and sign my life away, as i did she took calls, and in between those we spoke more about my job, traveling and my first assignment was already in the works. Jameson scribbled a time and place down on a piece of paper and made sure I packed enough for at least five days, telling me to take decent casual clothing as well as business attire and at least one cocktail dress incase I was to escort Mr. Nash to an event or meeting.

I was informed he had a wife and daughter who I will meet eventually while working for him. the daughter was very spoiled but a good kid, the wife, Jameson laughed and smiled, "she may a bit bitchy to you but don't take it personally. It's how she is. Also, anything you see or heard that has to do with this company from the big wigs to the little people no matter the role they play stays within these walls. The old saying ..whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas goes for this company as well. It could lead to a quick dismissal if anyone finds out else wise. Understood?"

Looking up at her as I signed the last paper I closed the file and handed it back. "Understood and respected."

With that said I was handed a bunch of folders "these are the annuals that Mr. Nash needs for the meeting. I'm sure he will be raising a ruckus about them but this way you will be prepared to start tomorrow. Look over them tonight so you have a bit of knowledge going into this first time meeting with him. He will expect you to be on top of everything and quickly."

We talked a bit more, and closed the meeting up as she called it with me smiling, and ready to go to work tomorrow morning bright and early. Leaving the office, I knew I had so much to do before I left in the morning. I needed to make sure things were in order at my condo, clothing was pressed and packed, and I had a chance to call a few friends and let them know I wasn't going to be around for a few days as well as eat, and get a chance to read the mound of folders I had tucked in a brand new leather briefcase.

Once home, I started with dinner, making calls and then settling in wearing an old college sweat shirt with the collar removed and a pair of boy cut panties. Sitting on the leather couch with dinner on a plate in one hand and folders open on the couch reading as I ate. I poured a glass of merlot and sipped while getting to know the company.

By the time I was finished with dishes, paging through what seemed to be a years worth of papers in folders and packing I needed a shower...a long hot one as I felt the tension building in my shoulders. I was excited and nervous all at the same time. I knew the wine would calm me down and allow me to find sleep and I was right, sleep came quickly once I placed my head on the pillow and felt the cool sheet lay upon my bare body.


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"Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move, gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove. Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing, gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting...." sang loudly echoing through my bedroom. I laid there letting led Zepplin's Black Dog play the full first verse before reaching over and turning my alarm off.

Slipping from under the silky sheets I walked around my condo naked, making sure the coffee maker was already perking, grabbing a small glass of juice and headed to the bathroom for a cool shower, a wake me up special I call them. I would need to figure out how to fit my morning run in with my new job, it was one thing I loved doing each and every morning to clear my head and get my blood pumping for the day.


I ran a brush through my hair, letting the long locks lay where they wanted, I took a few and pulled them back exposing more of my face and teasing up the top once those strands were secure on the back of my head. I applied a small amount of make-up, brushed my teeth and dressed. A crisp white shirt was worn over a lacy white bra, cleavage was showing but not so much that it was unprofessional looking. I stepped into a high-waist light black mid thigh skirt, tucking the shirt in with the white lacy panties and reached back pulling the zipper up.

No nylons were necessary, I slipped into a pair of 5 inch sling backs and looked at myself in the mirror. I reached over grasping my watch, a diamond bracelet, matching earrings and a ring and proceeded to put them on completing my look. I was ready to go. I took a deep breath, slipped into my blazer and headed out to meet the taxi that I had pre-arranged last night.


The sky was gray and a fine mist began to fall, I quickly got into the taxi and we headed off to the airport.

the thirty minutes went by fast, I looked at the gate number, time and realized I was early, forty minutes early. by the time I unloaded and took my baggage though the gate, watched as they tossed everything on a belt and then loaded it on a small cart, the man waved me through, handed my I.D. back and I was escorted out to the plane.


My two bags were taken care of, I was escorted on board by a handsome man in uniform and there I stood almost face to face, not knowing what to expect but...Mr. Nash was there. I was finally about to meet the man I read about, heard about and now was working for side by side. I smiled..."Hello Mr. Nash, I'm Kate your new assistant. It's a pleasure to meet you."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

I sat on the tarmac, checking emails and drafting outlines for press releases that would have to go out in an attempt to blunt some of the bad press that the entire energy industry was receiving, especially that directed our way. I checked my clock and wondered if Jameson had gotten my message and where the new assistant was. I wondered why we weren't yet in the air. I pulled my phone out again and contacted Dana, the secretary for the Board of Directors, to ask her to place me on the agenda for the day after we return from Chicago, when I notice the baggage cart zip across the ground beneath the window where I sat. I knew my bags were loaded and nobody else would be flying today. Must be Katie, I thought.

A moment later, I heard the co-pilot's voice as I heard footsteps approach the loading bay just just before a sleek, smooth leg stepped aboard. I quickly pulled my eyes upward and stood to greet the delectable thing in front of me.

"Hello, Mr. Nash. I'm Kate, your new assistant. It's a pleasure to meet you," she said.

"Hello," I say in response, shaking your hand for an extra moment than I might otherwise, before pointing toward the couch and table that became the working area that was often my roaming office on trips such as these. "Have a seat. I'm going to talk to the pilot real fast." I turn and step to the front of the cabin as the co-pilot seals the bay door, and I place both hands on the door frame of the cockpit as I lean in where the pilot sits.

"We're all here," I say, while you remain behind me.

"Okay," the pilot says. "We have about two hours in the air." I nod and return to where you are. I look upon you once more, very pleased with your credentials, not yet knowing whether you can do the job. And not caring. In my mind, I am changing your job description to include a number of actions and duties that I will be happy to train you on myself. Before I sit, I punch a button along the wall of the plane, and a plain looking lady in a maroon uniform appears from the back quarters of the plane.

"Yes, Mr. Nash?" the lady asks.

"We need a bottle of Cabernet. Two glasses." I tell her, before returning my attention to you.

"I want to know about your background, Kate," I say, then quickly pivot to describe the enterprise you are now employed for. "We are an international energy corporation based out of Houston, Texas, and we have offices in Austin, Tulsa, Chicago, Miami, Anchorage, San Diego, Philadelphia, London, Rome, Barcelona, Dubai, Sydney, Tokyo, Rio de Janeiro, and Maui. Last year we had 25.1 billion dollars in net income. Know what that means? It means that we are about to pass Chevron as number two in America and number four in the world. I have been the CEO of the company for six years and I am still the youngest man to hold such a position with any of the major oil companies. We are involved in legislation of regulations in every company, and we have an office in Washington D.C. that is only attorneys and lobbyists that tell Congress, and sometimes the President how to do their jobs, and they never tell me how to do mine. We have a lot of long days and we have a few long vacations, but generally the sun never sets on our empire, which means there is not a minute of the day that we are not open for business. Nothing happens without me knowing about it, which means nothing better happen without you knowing about it. And you will be on cal at all times. If some cocksucker in Karachi attacks a well in Bahrain at 3am because his god told him to be pissed off at the great red, white, and blue satan serving him McDonalds, then you and I will be on a plane to Dubai by 4am." My monologue stops, as I look at you to gauge any reaction you might have.

"Can you handle it?" I ask. "If you don't think you can, then tell me now before this plane leaves."

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kate felt his hand wrap around hers, she loved the feeling when a man's hand can fully engulf hers. Her finger's slid lightly against his inner palm letting the tips of her fingernails lightly graze his inner palm. Her eyes stayed to his, not breaking the contact till he did. His voice was slightly harsh, like he had been yelling the night before, yet in a weird way it was quite soothing to listen to him speak. He was direct and what I would call domineering.

When I was called in for the interview, I did some research online about the company and of course Mr. Nash himself. I watched him give an online speech, I watched others and how they responded, how he was able to easily grab everyone's attention and just take over the room. Incredible to watch and even listen to. You could tell he was a dominate alpha male the moment he stood. To Kate that was appealing, but she already knew he was married with a daughter, that was an area she stayed away from. Never mixing business with pleasure was a rule of hers, one she stuck by and one that could make or break her in her career.

"Have a seat. I'm going to talk to the pilot real fast." He said as she smiled and stepped aside letting him pass while Kate took it all in. The plane was gorgeous.
She knew that anyone watching her would know she had never been on a private plane before. In fact Kate had never been on a plane before this would be her first plane ride and she wasn't feeling nervous as of yet.

Kate settled in on the couch, she removed her blazer and crossed her legs, she felt the hem of her skirt ride up her soft lightly tanned legs. Opening up her briefcase she placed it by her feet wanting to be set up and ready incase her new boss wanted to go over anything while in flight.

Overhearing the pilot and Mr. Nash's conversation she swallowed hard at the fact of being up in the air for two hours, actually Kate almost felt a little 'green in the gills'. She told herself everything would be fine and to just take a deep breath and let it out slowly. With her back straight and her shoulders pushed back she did just that. her breasts rose slightly upwards, pushing against the crisp white thin shirt, causing the top where the last bottom was to slightly part and flash a small peek of breasts. As she let the breath go slowly her breasts dropped upon her chest.

I watch him as he turns, hitting a button and from the back comes a woman dressed in a crisply starched uniform. She was at his beck and call which seems to be the majority from what she gathered. "We need a bottle of Cabernet. Two glasses." He said to her and before I could blink, I swear she was back with it. I was beginning to think who was spoiled more, his daughter or him. The question in my mind made me grin.

"I want to know about your background, Kate," He said once seated close to me.

I placed my hands on my knees, one over the other and spoke precisely, directly and held eye contact. "I have a Bachelor’s Degree in Liberal Arts- English, Bachelor’s Degree in Business Administration, and Bachelor’s Degree in Project Management."

I reached forth and as the attendant passed by again, I politely asked for a glass of water. I realized the wine was there but I preferred not to drink before my new boss as of yet. "My last position held was executive assistant to the CEO and the president of an international communications company. I do work directly under the CEO. I handle all of his business as well as some personal affairs. "

I took the glass of water offered, wrapping my fingers around the long stem and took a sip before continuing to talk about myself which was a subject I rarely like talking about. "I supported two different high-level execs. My bosses were very different from each other. I had one who was low-maintenance, did not micromanage and had absolute full trust in me and the job I was doing. And I had the other who was very high-maintenance and a huge micromanager, but I think this is due to the fact the last executive assistant they had was not able to do her job as expected."

I heard the pilot begin to speak and I took another sip of water and placed the glass down. I knew my breathing quickened but I didn't want him to see I was scared, to be able to tell I had never flown before. I tried to cover the facts with more talk about myself. "Much like what I had been told about my position with you there was never a typical day in fact in all honesty, I did not have a typical day. I did not have a schedule of things that happen each week at certain times. Most things were spur of the moment, which I like. It kept my job interesting. Working for the CEO, I was involved in many of his/their other business affairs, so things are new every day. I left there after almost two years because the company was merging with another and they had full control, which meant they were using their people instead of ours."

Just as I finished speaking the pilot came over the cabin speakers letting us know to buckle up, that we would be now taking off. again I breathed in deeply, buckled up and held my breath in.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

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Lynden was impressed with her work history. As young as she looked, he expected her to be intimidated by the requirements of the job, and to have almost no experience in a major corporation. He wondered where Jameson found her, and why she was looking for a job when she did. Good assistants are hard to find, and good executives want to keep them. Hot assistants are even harder to find, and executives of all kinds want to take them on junkets like these. If she worked, he thought, he needed to give Jameson a bonus. If he got to fuck her, then Jamey might get a promotion.

He poured a glass of wine before sitting across the cabin from where Kate sat. He gazed at her smooth legs as he took his first sip. He wondered what color her panties were. He also noticed that her face was pale, perhaps not coincidentally associated with the roar of the jet engines as the plane pulled away from the gate. He said nothing, as he had no inclination to make her comfortable quickly. He could control the power in their relationship if she felt powerless. Flying stopped bothering him decades ago. As an account executive in his twenties, he flew hundreds of thousands of miles between the various Aubade offices. Rarely had there been so much as any turbulence, even when he flew commercial. When he became CFO, he gained access to the company fleet, and could not imagine any flights more smooth. The first year he was CEO, the company lost a Vice President when one of the company Gulfstreams lost its electrical controls shortly after leaving Dubai and crashed into the Arabian sea. Investigation could not prove it was or was not terrorism, and Lynden chalked it up to the law of averages. Some number of some larger number of planes would crash. But a much lower percentage of people in the world could earn the money that an oil executive could, so the risk was well worth the reward. And flying, they say, is the safest form of travel. There was no risk, in his eyes. He continued to watch her in her unease as the jet thrust forward into the sky, speaking just as the front wheel lifted off the ground.

"When we get to Chicago, we will be having dinner with our fourth largest shareholder and his wife," he informed her. "These meetings are diplomacy. If the shareholder gets antsy about something, about anything, he has several options. He can sell, which means some other shareholder can buy a larger percentage and change the alliances that keep us in office. He can panic and spread unease through the remaining shareholders like a virus, and they can call for the Board to fire us, and then we're out on our ass. He can talk to the media and question our leadership, which could tank our stock, subjecting us the the possibility that BP tries to raid us, and we're out on our ass then too. Or he can nod, trust in what we do, and stay on board with the path we are on, recognizing that sometimes market events just suck. But we get to work another year." He sipped his wine, to see if she understood. There could be, and should be, no faux pas at dinner.

"John Ross Deveraux owns 4% of the company himself," he continues. "That doesn't sound like much. But that alone was worth $800 million last year. He owns the Carolina Panthers in the NFL and the Florida Marlins in Major League Baseball, and he owns those as loss-leaders to write off on his taxes. He also likes to take trips with his hunting partner to Bangladesh. I know this because I like to know all the dirt on all of our major shareholders, in case something goes wrong in the media," he takes a drink. "Or in case I need to use it to go on offense. You only go to Bangladesh if you like cyclones, or if you like to 'Bang-the-fresh,' as the saying goes. He'll act nice, but he's a bad guy. And he'll certainly like you," he pauses once more. "You're probably fifteen years too old for him though."

About that time, the plane jolted slightly, though nothing out of the norm as a plane climbs over the clouds to its cruising altitude. Lynden pops the latch on his seatbelt and stands, placing his glass on the table before Katie as a voice fills the cabin.

"Cruising altitude, Mr. Nash," says the pilot. "We'll be there in just about an hour and a half. Expecting no delay."

"Thanks, Craig," Lynden responds. "Do you have the annuals?" He asks Katie as he steps across the cabin, seating himself next to her, noticing the scent of her perfume, peering slightly down the front of her shirt, and feeling himself throb slightly down below.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

I looked over at my boss and noticed that he was quite handsome and wondered what his wife looked like. That was something people male or female thought when they saw a good-looking married person, even non-married and wondered about the partner. Odd couples where a person wonders 'how did they hook up with that hottie?' when the other is less attractive.

His eyes sparkled in the daylight, a beautiful blue which reminded her of the bluest sky. His skin was tan, age wrinkles showing but like his salt and pepper hair it only added to his good looks. He had the kind of hair that a girl would want to run her finger through, a jaw line just the same. He must have been years older than her but then again age was never anything I was to concerned with, but before my thoughts went any further two rules came to mind...one, he was very married and two, he was her boss and that made him 110% out of her touch.

I needed this job, I had school loans to still pay off , regular living expenses and I also footed the bill for my mom in a private nursing home. My dad had passed away when I was younger, leaving me to care for mom as she had a series of strokes leaving her paralyzed on her whole right side.

I caught him looking over to me, I quickly dropped my eyes and looked down to my hands which were currently white knuckling the strap of my leather bag. I closed my eyes and felt my stomach churn slightly and prayed to anyone that was listening that I wouldn't embarrass myself and get sick anytime soon, or at all.

"When we get to Chicago, we will be having dinner with our fourth largest shareholder and his wife," he began as I lifted my eyes to meet his and listened to him explain about what would be happening in Chicago.

"Basically you need to reassure them that everything will be fine, show them the numbers and the plans and usually that works. Smoothing their uneasiness can be hard to do but it can get done if approached the right way which you already know." I said in response. "I looked over the annuals last night before bed, I think...no I know he will be pleased and feel comfortable once he and his wife are presented with them, where they can actually see them on papers and know they work off paper."

I took another sip of my water, my hand was shaking as I reached for it and almost spilled it on my breasts before placing the glass back down on the table. "I promise you Mr. Nash, I will only speak when spoken to, present myself in a business fashion, no faux pas from me." I offered a smile as I ended my sentence.

"If I may add Sir, I know very well who John Ross is, I have been a Marlins fan for quite a few years. they have a starting pitcher named Jacob Turner who is real good." I left it at that, I didn't wish to add that I also hunt, being from the south its something most girls growing up learn, how to shoot a gun. In fact I could have told him that when I was younger I was entering skeet shooting competitions and walking away with trophies against boys and men who were older than I was but I left that out as well.

"I bet Bangladesh is beautiful. though, I have only seen a few pictures of it in magazines and in small art galleries." I offered a small low laugh at the comment he made about calling it bang-the -flesh. I wasn't quite sure if I should be insulted by his comment about me being fifteen years to old for the man, I left it go and continued to engage in conversation with him as he sat across from me.

The plane jolted and i felt my stomach move with it, I swallowed hard and sucked in a breath, holding it again and releasing it as the plane leveled out.

"Do you have the annuals?" He asked me as he stood and sat aside me.

"Yes Sir I do, right here." I proceeded to pull them out of my leather bag and place the folders on the table.

I caught the scent of his cologne, he smelled wonderful, almost rustic. I wondered who bought it for him, his wife or he picked it out himself. If he did, he had a great sense of smell. I felt the tip of my stiletto brush against his lower leg where the pant leg rose, I quickly moved it as I uncrossed my legs and pressed my thighs and feet together.

"Sorry about that." I said with a smile, reaching up and flipping a long curled lock from my eyes.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Her knowledge of the company is impressive, Lynden thought. She's done her homework. And she smells good. He looked over the annuals beside her, looking closely for suggestions he could make to the board about increasing profit margins in light of the stock decline.

"Right here," he pointed to numbers from Southeast Asia. "We have $600 million of equipment and inventory sitting in India, and no intention of opening any new wells or building any Asian refineries in the next, at least, ten years. We can liquidate two-thirds of that to the highest bidder, and media affiliated with the sale will boost us a quarter of a point. That gets us $700 million against a loss of $400. And here is another $150 million we can liquidate in South America. That's over half a billion in savings which more than offsets what we have lost, plus enough to cover any continuing trend, if prices continue to drive our stock down for the next quarter. We have plans to open up a new play in Alaska that hasn't been announced yet. We'll announce that thirty days after these sales, and the trend stops instantly and we've turned around. Simple." He sat back and sipped his wine. This is why he got paid more than nearly every other executive in the world, and he knew he was good at it. Considering the solution found, he leaned back and turned his attention toward his pretty new assistant.

"What about you, personally?" He asked, initially careful not to step over any glaring line, in case she was overly sensitive, as he considered so many women to be these days. "Any family?" As she responded, he noticed she had very penetrating, wide eyes that clearly spoke to her intellect and level of alertness. He found her very appealing. Her lips were thin, and wrapped around her words carefully as she enunciated each word with clarity, only occasionally allowing the occasional idiom or valley dialect to betray her age. She smiled with her eyes, and he thought that her innocent face had the kind of youthful look that he enjoyed peering down upon as he came into a girl's mouth, forcing her forehead to crinkle in surprise, disgust, or pure ecstatic effort. He continued his wine and his mild disinterest in her words as he continued to notice her features. Her breasts were perfect, ample in size but not huge. He could tell she stayed in shape and wondered how. Was she a runner, lean and sinewy with perfect abs and thin legs under her skirt? Did she lift weights, bringing her the perfect combination of firm muscles and soft features in the places he liked a woman to be soft? Regardless, he liked what he saw. His admiration of his new employee was broken momentarily as her phone, sitting on the table, pinged, indicating a text, or perhaps an email. There was something in the way she responded that for the slightest second reminded him of Monica. For the first time he wondered how old she was, thinking the two girls had to be close in age. Yet rather than be dissuaded, he felt his cock harden a bit more. Once again, he was interrupted.

"Mr. Nash we're about 45 minutes out," came the pilot's voice. Nothing further was said, and Lynden stood from his seat next to Katie.

"Landing," he tells her, sitting back down across from her once more and applying his seat belt. He handed his glass to the crew member who returned to take the wine to the center cabin, and pulled his phone from the inside pocket of his jacket hanging on the seat next to his.

"Hey, hun," he said, after selecting an unseen number from his contacts list. "Did you get out? Great. Yes, I talked to her. No, no.....why, why did you do that? I gave that little shit money before I left. You gave her how much? No, I don't know Jeri Lyn, but since we are subsidizing her too now......no, just, just forget it. I said forget it. We are landing in Chicago. We'll be there in about an hour. Nobody, it's just me on this trip. I'm having dinner with J.R. tonight. Yeah, I'll tell him you said hello. Okay. I'll be back in three days. You ladies have fun in New York. Bye." He hung up and pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking for a minute.

"Wife is in New York and my daughter is in California, and between the two of them, I'll be out a hundred thousand by next weekend when they're both out. At least." His words were in the direction of Katie, but not necessarily to her. "I need another drink."

***********

An hour later, the plane had landed, coming to a stop inside a private hangar on a clear, early spring day in Chicago, Illinois. The wind was crisp and howling, but the small entourage stepped off the stairs indoors, taking only a few steps to the large, black SUV driven by a company driver. Great ass, Lynden thought, following Katie down the stairs. "We are going to the company lofts," he told the driver as he took his assistant's bag and his own and placed them in the far back of the vehicle. He slipped a hundred dollars to the driver before sliding in the backseat next to his assistant. As the driver got in, he fastened his seat belt and looked at his passengers in the rearview mirror.

"Hello, Miss Nash. I haven't seen you since you was in high school," the driver smiled. Lynden smirked before correcting him.

"Oh, this is not Monica," Nash said. "This is my assistant."

"Oh," the driver said. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He put the car into drive and pulled out toward the private drive, and then to the highway.

"You'll like our company place," Lynden told the girl beside him, as the car eventually pulled into the parking lot of a large, rectangular building, standing only about seven stories tall, on the edge of the city, which provided a towering, shiny backdrop to the early evening sky. "We have the top floor."

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kate listened intently as her boss spoke about the equipment that was just sitting there in India, wasting the company money. He explained about what his thoughts were to make the money which included liquidating assets, creating money and taking a very little loss compared to the gain.

Reaching down into her leather bag and pulling out a yellow legal pad as he spoke, she flipped the first page over and turned it upside down over her knees as she watched to where he pointed and explained his plan, offering a to him as their eyes met once again.

As he spoke of Alaska, Kate could feel her eyes open a bit wider. That was one of the places she has always wanted to visit since she was a child. Kate had a friend in high school that had went into the military, and when she came back to town she had showed her the pictures she had taken while stationed there. God, it looked so beautiful. Kate often wondered how she would handle the seasons where it remained dark for the most part an so much snow, to where you were snow bound for days inside a cabin. When she thought about it, would that be so bad? The whole living off the grid and outhouses would most likely be what turned her off but again never say never.

Once he finished speaking she turned over the legal pad and faced it flat on her lap, she took a chance and placed it down before him covering the annuals and left his eyes read what she had written. Kate knew she was taking a chance and stepping in to show him what she had figured out in one night of reading reports.

What she had written down was...why was there equipment just sitting in India when the company can easily sell off machinery, take a small loss for a bigger gain when it would be years till new wells would be built or refineries in years to come...? Wouldn't it be more feasible to turn the would be loss to profit gain for the next quarter?

That was just one of the points Kate had written down as she was just learning the company through the reports that were given to she to pass on. She was told she could read through certain ones and other's were not for her eyes and she respected that. Kate was loyal to the company even if it was her first day, though on the flip side it could be a test. Would she be nosy or respect what was asked of her.

Kate had hoped to at least show where her skill was and knowledge of business. That all her costly student loans that were stacking up because of needing to support her mother and herself were well worth the time and effort she had placed into getting her degrees. Kate doubled majors to graduate faster, her GPA stayed steady at a 4.0 and never dropped even when she started working fulltime during that last year of school.

"What about you, personally? Any family?" he asked, catching her a little off guard as he switched up from being so business to getting personal.

Kate took in a breath and kept herself very composed as she was about to speak of her mother. "I am 24 and I am an only child Mr. Nash. My father passed away when I was young, my mother never remarried so there was never a male role model in my life."

She reached for the glass of wine, and took a little sip, just enough to wet her lips. As she placed the glass down she could see a slight lipstick print upon the rim which caught her attention giving he a second to think what to tell him next. "I Think business from morning till night which is most likely why I don't have a boyfriend, nor was I ever married. School was always a top priority for me. I am very driven."

Kate re-crossed her well toned lightly tanned legs and felt her heel slip from her foot and dangle from her toes. "I don't have a pet so no need to worry about feeding something after work or letting it out. In fact the only responsibility I do have is partially taking care of my mother."

There she said it. "My mother had a stroke a while back leaving her whole right side paralyzed. I placed her into one of the best care facilities I could find, and visit her whenever I can." It was at that point her cell sounded, she forgot to check in on her mother and would do so as soon as she had a minute.

The pilot spoke and left them know, him more so that they were about to land. it was then her boos stood and moved to the seats across the way and buckled in, she reached and pulled the belts together and listened to them click. it was then his phone rang, and she looked the other way trying to give him privacy, or as much as she could sitting in the same plane cabin across from each other.

Kate wished she had taken her daily run this morning, she always felt much better. It was the way she cleared her body and mind.

"Wife is in New York and my daughter is in California, and between the two of them, I'll be out a hundred thousand by next weekend when they're both out. At least. I need another drink." He said speaking to her.

Kate smiled, she couldn't imagine spending so much money, she was down to earth and loved simplicity. Maybe if she had it she would be different but she herself didn't think so. Kate was raised in a different way than her Boss and his family she was sure.

The landing gear opened under the plane, Kate forced herself to watch as the plane dropped in altitude, she realized how beautiful it was to fly above the clouds, and to watch as everything went from tiny to normal size as the plane touched down and taxied down the runway to the hanger.

Once down, they met a driver and car, Kate slid in the seat with her bag and watched as her boss joined her. This was it, the car started, the driver placed it in gear and they were on their way. She was nervous, her stomach turned, she was fine as far as getting sick but she had hoped she would fill the shoes of his old assistant and reach his standards and higher.

Watching out the window she only caught part of what the driver has said when he addressed her. Kate quickly put it together when Mr. Nash answered back for her. Kate felt herself blush and was left speechless.

"Thank you, tis a pleasure to meet you as well Sir." She responded then turned her attention to her boss.

"You'll like our company place, We have the top floor." He stated as they turned, pulling into a very large parking lot.

Kate looked around, the building was at least 5-6 floors and large. it say outside of the city and she could see the sun behind it knowing there must be an incredible sunrise and sunset from the top floor. "Looks wonderful Mr. Nash." The top floor made her curious as to if this was a penthouse with enough room for two...or not. She never even gave any thought to arrangements, and asking Jameson about them before she left the office fully knowing they would be away for a few days on business.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Lynden thought her own assessments that matched his had been an impressive find for an assistant, but at the same time, it was nothing hard to sell stuff that wasn't being used. Essentially, they both had come up with the idea of having a half-million dollar garage sale. Given her background and her up from the bootstraps story, he would expect her to not be stupid. She clearly wasn't. He liked that about her. From what he could see, he liked a lot about her, especially her athletic frame and firm looking ass. He admired it once again as she stepped out of the elevator ahead of him into the company suites.

The top floor was actually two stories high, and the elevators opened into a grand entry with hard wood floors, an immediate view of the city and sunset over Lake Michigan beyond. To the right was a short staircase to a second level interior balcony, beyond which sat a door that hid the smaller of two lofts. To the left was a hallway that led to the entry way of a larger, master suite just past a private workout area and another room with a hot tub and a swimming pool that sat half covered and half exposed, with a large patio and sunning porch beyond, which jutted out along the roof of the lower levels of the building below. The suite and each loft were self-contained units, each having a mail living are, a bedroom with a king sized bed, a large bathroom and walk in closets. The master suite, where Lynden would set up for the week, also had a private office, also with hardwood floors, floor to ceiling bookcases, a large fireplace, and the look and feel of an old European study. The three living quarters shared a large, main living area near the entry where they now stood, as well as a large, full-sized kitchen.

"You can have either of the two lofts up there," Lynden told her, nodding toward the staircase. "I'm down here," he said, indicating the hallway toward the master suite. The sun was fading in the evening sky, radiant still as it bounced off the lake below, and only the highest climes of the early night sky carried the deep, midnight hue that promised of darkness rapidly approaching. He looked at his watch.

"We have, uh," he paused, "a little over two hours before dinner." He told her. "Take your time to look around and pick your loft. Get settled in and then come over when you are ready. I'll have the car waiting for us. There's a gym and a pool down the hall. You can use them as much as you want. The kitchen should also be stocked in case you need anything. And," he continued, "I'll be down here if you need me as well." He meant it in every way possible, even if he didn't make it clear in his tone. He turned to go down the hallway toward the master suite, where he quickly stowed his bag in the closet and poured a glass of scotch from the personal bar in the den. As he did, his phone rang.

"Lynden," he answered.

"Hey it's Jamey," came the voice of his Office Administrator. "How is Kate?"

"How IS she?" he asked. I'm CERTAIN she is warm and firm and tight, he thought to himself. "She's okay," he said, underselling his initial impression. No way would he let Jameson think she had done a great job hiring someone. Not yet anyway. If he did, she'd expect a raise or a vacation or some nonsense.

"Just okay?" Jameson asked in disbelief. "What is wrong with her?"

"We'll see if she works out is all," he said. "She's only been working for a couple of hours. She rode a plane fine." He mocked. "That's all she's had to do so far. We just now got here."

"John Ross will like her," Jameson said, making him laugh a bit. "Do not let that old pervert scare her away."

"He won't," Lynden continued to smile. "I already warned her about him."

"Well that goes for you too," Jameson continued. You bitch, he thought. Jameson knew him from his earliest days with the company, and she had risen to her current job alongside him. The only promotion he had made for her was when he made her the Office Administrator when he first became CEO, since he knew her, trusted her, and liked that she did not take any shit from people. She was a good judge of character, but wasn't judgmental about any character she was able to judge, including his. Working together as long as they had, she knew where all the bodies were buried. And she knew far too much about the bodies that had been in his bed, having stumbled too many times into his private affairs, some of which spilled into his office late at night when he didn't think she was working and surprised him that she was. Her discretion reflected her loyalty, however, and she believed that boys, no matter how rich and powerful and mature they were, would still be boys. It did no good to blow up the most successful CEO in company history, one that she knew couldn't or wouldn't fire her, and one that paid her as well as Lynden, who she often viewed as a ridiculous little brother.

"Jamey, mind your business," he said, with a smirk.

"Let me know if you or Kate need anything. She has my number too. I will have your press schedule emailed to you and her tonight, and she knows that she is supposed to pre-meet with CNBC and Fox Business tomorrow morning while you are in meetings, and then she will prep you before your pre-closing bell interviews. Also, your reservations for tomorrow's Cattle Baron's Ball have been made, your tickets will be delivered in the morning. If you do well on the interviews, and then are seen in a favorable light at one of the nation's largest charity functions and connect with some new investors, Carey Dale tells me we should be up a point and a half by Friday at the market's close."

"We still talk to Carey Dale?" Lydon asked. Carey Dale had been a financial analyst for the company, and was once a romantic interest of Jameson's. They split three years ago when Carey took a lower paying job at Bloomberg Business News, and moved to New York City, quickly taking residence with a 27 year old yoga instructor and pissing Jamey off. He was surprised to hear that name.

"We keep in touch," she said flatly. "Tell Katie if she needs me to rescue her from you, that she can call me."

"Goodbye Jamey," he said, rushing her off the phone and returning to his drink and the sunset view beyond his window.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kate probably looked almost star-struck as she walked into the grand entry of the loft. It was not only beautiful but rather huge. She could easily tell mainly men stayed there due to the more masculine color scheme but all in all it was grand to her. There were a few feminine touches and she guess that was most likely due to Mrs. Nash.

Her eyes were drawn to the immediate view of Lake Michigan. This was a place that she could easy move into. The view was the first eye catcher then, the gym and pool fell into a tie for second. She didn't indulge in sun bathing much but now and then she liked keeping a nice light tan so a few times a month now and then worked for her. Cold nights she bet were great to cuddle up with another before the grand fireplace. It was just immaculate to Kate.

"You can have either of the two lofts up there, I'm down here," he said to her with a nod towards the steps.

"Thank you Mr. Nash." she replied and took a hold of the handle of her bag and headed towards the steps. Kate headed up the steps with her luggage bag and couldn't but help looking out as the sun began to fall upon the horizon. The sunset was picturesque. Once at the top of the platform of the steps she turned and took a picture of the view wanting to always be able to see it.

The pool would have been a great idea but there was only two hours till the dinner meeting. So she decided to work out a little. Kate missed her spinning class, there was just never enough time to fit it in. She practiced yoga at home and meditated before bed to clear her mind before sleep.

Luckily she had her red running shorts, sneakers and a matching red sports bra top so found a room, and changed. She would admire the décor later on after a shower. It would take her forty-five minutes to get ready to go so she quickly found her way to the gym and entered looking around. There was a stationary bike front and center, she stuck in her ear buds, turned on her iphone and left the music play as she adjusted the saddle and seat height. She usually took an hour long class but she would cut this to a forty-five minute one.

Kate slipped her feet into the peddle straps, bent her legs slightly and her arms were at a real comfortable distance from the handle bars. First she spend fifteen minutes sitting flat, the basic position and then she spent fifteen more standing flat position as she felt it starting to hit the muscles in the back of her legs knowing its been a few weeks since she went spinning. The last fifteen minutes were spent in a standing hill climb position. She quickly turned the tension knob changing the resistance, she tightened it up and just went with the beat of the music filling her ears till the time was up.

She walked around the gym feeling the muscles aching in the back of her legs. Kate knew she would pay for it later especially after dinner when she would be spending time in stiletto heels. That wasn't a problem by far, she always wore high heels but not after 45 minutes spinning.

Taking the towel she had around her neck she wiped off the bike and stood there breathing deeply. her body was glistening with sweat. She forgot to pull her hair back as she could feel small pieces of her long locks sticking to her face and neck. Kate looked at the fancy clock on the wall and she knew she had to hit the shower and dress for dinner. This wasn't a blue jeans and casual dinner, so that meant dressing to the nines.

Kate opened the glass gym door and stepped out, holding the knob in her hand so it closed quietly. She turned and looked around and then started heading towards the steps to the loft where her room was located and a shower was waiting. The place was quiet, you could hear a pin drop. it was a nice change from the hustle and bustle of the city.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Lynden walked to the main kitchen looking for a Diet Coke to mix a pre-dinner drink as soon as he finished speaking to Jameson. As he did, he noticed movement in the gym, pausing just long enough to take in Katie's form in her tiny shorts and sports bra. He was going to very much enjoy having her around. Her ass looked amazing, and he had no issue if she wanted to prance around in workout clothes. Or less. He quickly returned to his mission, found a drink and returned to his room, checking the girl out once again as he passed a second time. Nearly an hour later, he read a daily analysis report on his ipad as he waited in the main living area for his travel companion to appear ready for dinner.

He had decided to wear a deep navy suit with bold gray pin stripes over a clean, crisp white dress shirt and no tie. His tan set against the white collar, and his charcoal shoes completed the look that would make him both more contemporary and classic than his investor at dinner. He also enjoyed the idea that he would have the hottest date at the table, but then again, John Ross' wife was sixty years old. As he scanned the reports, a text alert shot across the screen.

"Daddy can you send us some money?" the alert said. He sighed and punched in a quick response.

"How much are you going to spend on this road trip?" He didn't care how much he sent, Monica was going to spend more.

"We need money to stay at a beach house. It's $2000." Two thousand dollars, he thought. In the large scheme it wasn't much. Lynden earned nearly $60 million after bonuses last year alone. Mostly he simply got tired of hearing the women in his life ask for cash. And he got tired of being one of the "Fifty Most Powerful Men in the World" according to Fortune Magazine, while not being able to respond to these requests for money in any way other than actually just giving her, and even her mother, the cash they wanted.

"Okay, but no more this time," he said, just before opening an app that would allow him to transfer money to her account.

"Thanks daddy," came the response. As he tapped out a wire transfer to his daughter, he noticed a prior transfer had been made for $1500. "Motherfucker," he mumbled to himself. "Her mother must have already given the little whore some money. Fuck me." He completed the wire transfer, electing to avoid any further hassle or discussion about it. Once it was done, he returned to the daily reports to determine some talking points for tonight's business dinner. News reports had a mild earthquake striking Iran, which meant that middle east prices would be increasing during tomorrow's trading, which would result in a lower stock price tomorrow. He needed tomorrow's press events to go very smoothly, and he needed some announcement other than simply equipment sales. He kicked some ideas around in his head as he waited for Kate. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought about things. Sometimes, he simply wished he could find a hot girl like her that would lie down and let him fuck her hard when moments of stress came on like this. It would be a huge relief. He could use that now, as he continued to wait.

A while later he looked at his watch. Dinner was scheduled for twenty minutes from now, and the drive to the restaurant would take nearly thirty. Jesus, Katie. We're going to be late.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kate went upstairs and into the room she picked, she undressed before the big glass windows not concerned about anyone being out there looking in. She marveled at the huge bathroom that was adjacent to the room and turned on the shower watching as eight jets turned on and began to shoot out water.

The water felt great on her body, the heat helped soothed her aches from the forty-five minutes pf what she would call grueling exercise. Hot water hit every inch of her flesh as she lathered up her body and washed her hair. She hated to get out but she was a stickler for time.

Grabbing a long thick fluffy towel she wrapped it around her body and walked back into the bedroom, she glanced around and thought somebody had great taste. It was neither to masculine or to feminine, more just right for either gender. Gender neutral were the words she was looking for.

Undoing the locks on her smaller luggage case again she sifted though the shoes carefully picking out a pair that would match her dress. A radiant silver platform heel made from smooth satin and sparkling rhinestones. She placed the peep-toe designed shoes aside, her nails were freshly painted a light pink and would easily bee seen through the opening at the top.

She dried off and slipped into a pair of white lace panties and pulled then up with a swift little shimmy of her legs and hips and then sat on her bed and slipped her feet into the six-inch stiletto heels, buckling the thin strap around her slender ankles. The heels were very classy, not even remotely close to stripper heels as some call such a high heel.

Looking at her watch she was doing great on time, she dried her hair, walking around the room in nothing but panties and heels. Kate added a few long trailing curls to her hair and brushed it out. She twisted her hair up and secured it on her head with a few small little wisps around her face adding to her beauty.

Kate applied a hint of eye shadow, blush , mascara and lipstick. She carefully chose a set of diamond earrings with matching necklace as well to match her navy blue cocktail dress.

Last thing was a dress which she had them laying out and chose a beautiful blue taffeta A-line cocktail dress with beaded straps which she couldn't wear a bra under. it was a gorgeous color and just had that classy look to it. Quickly she grabbed a silver clutch and placed a few items in it, added a little White diamonds to her neck and wrists and gave herself one last look-over as she headed down the steps to wait for her boss.

taking the last step she looked at her watch and then saw him sitting there in his navy blue suit. Well if anything they would at least look nice together side by side. "Good evening Mr. Nash." She said and looked at her watch. "I believe I am right on time, we have 35 minutes till dinner." Kate was hungry, she hadn't anything to eat since this morning before she left her condo to meet him at the airport.

He was handsome, dark blue was his color , she could smell a hint of his cologne as she stepped closer to him letting him get a full length look at his new assistant.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"Fifteen, actually," he said, standing and turning to face her. "But that's okay," he said with a tone designed to express both annoyance and acceptance of disappointment, for the calculated reason of keeping the girl a bit unsteady on her first day. "You look amazing," he said casually, unafraid to give any woman a compliment where it was deserved. However, aside from giving a compliment, he was expressing his truth. She did look amazing. He doubted he could have hired a company designer worthy of an Academy Awards red carpet that could come up with a better look for her and a better match for the woman who would be on his arm tonight, even if she wasn't quite sure that's what was going on here. "John Ross won't mind us being late once he sees you walk in," he continued.

A moment later he rang the driver who notified him that the car was downstairs. He allowed Katie to walk ahead of him to the elevator as any gentleman would, enjoying the view of her best feature as she did. His mind flashed to a thought of raising her dress up as she bent forward at the waist, wet and willing to accept.........

BING! The elevator opened and they stepped into the grand foyer of the company building. A private concierge held the door for them as they stepped across the marble entry and toward the large black SUV that waited to take them to dinner.

"Where are we going tonight, Mr. Nash?" asked the driver.

"Cite, please." He said. The restaurant was one of his favorite places in the world, and he knew that John Ross' wife loved it as well. If she was happy, then J.R. would be happy, and if that old bastard wasn't complaining, then he was likely to leave his goddamn money right where it was. "You'll like Cite. When we get there, order a drink. J.R. will insist if you don't. Then, he will make a scene if you still don't. He doesn't trust doing business with anyone if they're sober and he isn't. It's some ridiculous rule he has. His wife is about 700 years old. She'll probably tell you about her gall bladder. Endure it, and entertain her. Keep her involved in the conversation, but away from discussions about J.R.'s investments. She wants him to put everything they have in property until they die and then give it to their grandchildren. I cannot afford to have one of our largest investors purchase a bunch of fucking strip malls in Dallas and leave us with our ass exposed." He looked down to gaze at the girl's thighs as the hem of her dress settled above her knee in the car.

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Not long after they got in the car, the two arrived at Lake Point Tower where the concierge promptly escorted them through the lobby, into the elevator, and to the top floor, where they stepped into an ultra lounge that appeared to sit on top of the very city they were in.

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Katie's blue dress rode elegantly along her hips and the color blazed across the room as if the sky itself escorted her inside. The lavender and silver lighting made the jewels on her body blaze with white fire. Lynden felt himself throb in excitement. It had been a long time since the woman he was with commanded a room every bit as much as he did, and whether Kate knew she did or not, she did just that. The funny thing about power is that it is either overcome by stronger power, or it seeks to consume another power. Weakness is simple and uninteresting to power, and only power that challenges is that power desired so much by the power in question. As prominent as Lynden was, he wanted to own Katie's power for himself. In this moment when she was shiny, new, mysterious, and even powerful, he wanted to make her his. In the moment, without thinking, he took her hand and pulled her with a steady pace toward a table at the far wall, along the window facing the cool spring night beyond.

"John Ross," he said, quickly realizing his indiscretion and pulling his hand from Katie's, extending it to his investor.

"Well hello, Lynden, how are ya?" the oilman said. "And what do we have here?" He asked, turning to the pretty, young girl by the CEO's side.

"Oh, this," Lynden paused for a moment. "This is Katie Beaumont."

"She is too adorable to be related to anything in Beaumont, Texas, am I right?" J.R. asked.

"Well, I will let her speak for herself," Lynden deferred, not at all knowing if Katie had any relation to the port city near the borders of Texas and Louisiana.

"Did you and Brenda divorce? I would think that would have been in the news or the Journal." Mr. Deveraux asked.

"Oh, no," Lynden explained. "Katie is just an assistant with the company. She just started."

"I see," said Lynden. "She is definitely an asset upgrade," he said, taking Lynden's explanation as an excuse to put his arm around Katie's lower back and stand beside her as if posing for a photo while actually feeling a younger woman while his wife played dumb. J.R. knew damn well what he was doing.

"I am Margaret Deveraux," J.R.'s wife introduced herself, offering a hand to Katie while establishing that she, too, was still in the room. Lynden always thought the jealous, perverse posturing from these two was amusing. As the two women made nice, he pulled a chair for Katie.

"Here, have a seat," Lynden said before turning to J.R. "Shall we?" He asked before the two lions sat with their putative partners. "We have a lot to discuss this week," he said, to nobody in particular as he sat down.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kate wasn't about to bicker with her boss the first day but knew she wasn't late, her watch was set correctly as she always was a stickler for time. Where most women needed to primp and pamper for hours she could be ready , out the door and looking her best in around forty-five minutes or less depending on where she was going. But, the whole time thing was going to eat at her until she mentioned it.

"You look amazing," he said to her as Kate could feel her cheeks warm up as she blushed lightly.

"Thank you," Mr. Nash. "And if I may say, you look quite handsome yourself." She replied back offering him a well deserved compliment. he did look great, everything was in place and they looked well together, like a power couple ready to take over the world. To Kate that only added to her inner work demoness, letting that feed the fire of the work horse side in her.

"John Ross won't mind us being late once he sees you walk in," he stated again reminding her again she was causing them to be late. Kate was going to stand her ground. She hated backing down when she was correct.

Kate pointed to her watch and then the big fancy clock on the wall. "I'm set with the clock Sir." That was all she said with a soft smile and took his lead allowing her to walk before him as he notified the car and they awaited a second or two for the elevator doors to open and enter it.

The doors of the elevator closed and she turned, not a moment later the car came to a stop and the doors reopened and they exited into the grand foyer. A man she didn't realize was there before when they arrived opened the door, she politely offered a thank you, and a smile before she entered the back of the black sedan.

Listening to the quick conversation (if it was even that) between he and the driver she turned her head and watched out the window. The city lights seemed so small and so far away but looked amazing in the darkness of the night. This was her first time in Chicago, and she was taking in everything, even in the dark.

Kate re-crossed her legs, she settled in, placing her hands upon her knees as the hem of her navy blue cocktail dress rose up her legs offering her boss a nicer view of her shapely long legs.

"You'll like Cite. When we get there, order a drink. J.R. will insist if you don't. Then, he will make a scene if you still don't." He said as she looked to him, nodding knowing she would only have a glass of red wine.

Her boss continued speaking, she was listening as she was watching around them, watching how the lights grew closer. Surprisingly Kate wasn't feeling the slightest bit nervous. Kate could understand where he was coming from and knew strip malls were a thing of the past. Most of them you see now-a-days are usually sitting empty and have been for months, if not years. "Yes Sir" she replied as they sat in the back of the car. Kate knew she'd not have an issue with keeping the wife busy, she loved speaking to others and carrying on conversations.

Kate slid her hand up her leg, moving the hem up a little further as she turned and looked out the window just paying attention to the area around her. The cocktail dress wasn't very long to begin with, but it suited her well. Some women have power suits, Kate had power dresses and heels. The skyline was beautiful as they neared the city, she smiled and felt her mood lift after the whole fifteen minute thing.

The car pulled into the lot of a very tall elaborate building, the driver stopped before the doors, a concierge escorted us into the lobby, the elevator and we rode up to the top floor. The doors opened at the top and we stepped out. Taking a quick glance around I noticed how hip the place was, it was far from museum that I was imagining.

Without a moments notice, she felt a man's hand wrap around hers and guide her through the busy restaurant. She walked with poise and a smile when she realized it was 'showtime' and her boss had her hand. Kate left her long delicate fingers wrap around his hand, letting him feel the softness of her flesh upon his own.

They stopped at their table and he released her hand, it was fine with her if not an act of just plain being a gentleman, and she hadn't read anything more into it than that. Her eyes met Mr. Ross's and she smiled. he dress shimmered around her breasts, and across her back as the lighting hit it.

Mr. Ross introduced her and she offered a hand to him, letting him take it and offer a kiss in greeting. "Good evening Mr. Ross, and in fact I do have family in Louisiana, New Orleans. I don't get to see them much but my uncle has a profitable business there."

Kate felt like a fresh piece of meat, but she could handle it. That was how the world worked, men were the big bad wolves and if you didn't take it in stride, they would eat you alive...in more ways than one. She had big plans for herself and backing down from a man wasn't in her plans. So when his hand rested upon her back she left it there for a second then shifted her stance to greet his wife with a smile feeling the hand fall from her lower back.

"It's a pleasure Mrs. Deveraux, Mr. Nash told me you would be involved in the meeting tonight. I am honored." She said catching the cue of the chair being pulled out for her. She sat and placed her clutch on her lap after crossing her legs.

Mrs. Deveraux, starting asking Kate questions about herself, almost grilling her to see if she was actually an assistant or a play toy which she knew her husband and the males he associated with frequently had. She was old but not stupid.

Kate felt as if she passed the test, the older woman seemed to relax and the conversation changed from 20 life questions to asking about popular news worthy discussions, to Kate having children, and everything else under the sun. it was if she was writing a book about Kate. The conversation continued to flow, they laughed and seemed to genuinely get along real well.

Drinks were ordered, and of course Kate ordered a glass of merlot and continued to converse with the woman, every now and then answering a question from Mr. Ross who seemed to not be able to take his eyes off of her.

Kate would look past their business company and stare out the window catching the marvelous view, just taking it all in wondering how high they were up.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"Mr. Nash told me you would be involved in the meeting tonight," he heard the words tumble sweetly from Katie's pretty lips as he held the chair for her to sit.

Motherfucker, he thought to himself. This isn't a meeting Katie, it's dinner. Insider trading laws precluded him from affirmatively pitching anything about the business to an investor that potentially would buy or sell more company shares. He could give no indication that tonight's little PR suaree was anything other than a casual meeting between a CEO and a board member for the sole purpose of trading bullshit and a few laughs, which would hopefully become some loyalty if Lynden needed to call on it in the official, formal meetings tomorrow.

"She said meeting," he interjected to Lynden as the two women became acquainted. "We've talked in terms of meetings in Chicago all day while on the plane, so I'm sure that's what's still on her mind," he said, trying to hide his mild irritation. At the same time, he let it pass quickly, since he did not make himself clear about what the situation was. While he felt he shouldn't have to, it was the girl's first day. And she looked stunning with him at the table, so he was certain that if there were any business reporters in the room the New York Post would wonder who the model-beautiful, young girl with the industry's Oil Executive of the Year was, and whether there had been any trading inside her, and not whether there was any insider trading.

His mind turned back to his "date" as he took a moment to watch her body press against her dress as her cute little ass sat in the chair he was holding. He then took a moment to waive the waiter over before taking his own seat. "We'd like a bottle of Harlan Estate Cabernet, please," he told the waiter, who silently nodded and returned to the front of the restaurant before disappearing in a walk-in wine cellar below the level of the main floor. A moment later, the waiter returned with the chosen wine, prompting Lynden to go through the routine that comes with such a bottle. View the label, view the cork, sniff a sample, swirl then taste. Nod politely as if a $945 bottle of wine would somehow be the incorrect one presented by the waiter, who then filled both his glass and Katie's.

He raised his glass briefly and leaned to the hot girl in the icy blue and silver dress that made his table the one to be at. "To the wonderful women in our lives, J.R.," he said, grinning while leaving it entirely vague as to who he meant. John Ross laughed easily, as Lynden looked at Katie once more. "For they are made in heaven and beautiful."

"Indeed," J.R. said as he and his wife raised his own glass.

"Just like thunder and lightning which can scare or kill us all," he finished, prompting the old oily across the table to laugh as he clinked his glass against Kate's.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kate looked around as if she had said something perverse. She heard his three word statement and looked across the table to Mr. Ross and then to Mrs. Deveraux and avoided her boss and making eye contact with him as he tried to cover up what she had said.

As Kate took the chair offered she spoke up for herself, "Yes that was part of it Mr. Nash, and I apologize if I said something inappropriate but where I am from we use the word meeting when a small or large group is getting together whether it be business or entertainment. In the future I will be more careful in the words I chose to use."

Kate bit her lip as her drink order was over rode by the order of a bottle of wine, which was fine to her, she only drank one glass wanting to keep her mind clear just incase there was something she needed to remember.

Casting her eyes around the restaurant, the dinning was set in an elegant fashion. Kate could see why this restaurant was a favorite choice, it had the most stunning panoramic views of the city and lakefront. One could easily tell it was perched atop of one of the tallest residential buildings in the world. She had read that from the top of Cite you could see three different states. The place was amazing.

Mr. Nash did the normal with the bottle once it was brought over and the waiter offer it. She watched as he checked the label, looked to the cork, sniffed it once it was released, then the waiter offered to pour a small amount into the wine glass which her boss proceeded to swirl about, smell and then taste giving the waiter a firm nod that it was good, and watched as the nicely dressed worker poured her boss a glass as well as Kate. "Thank you," Kate said offering a smile to him.

To her everyone seemed to uptight, if this was a friendly meeting, correction dinner it seemed to be more like a funeral. She knew how to handle herself but it had been a long day and the night was passing by slowly. It wasn't that she was ungrateful, but she was the youngest at the table and what it felt like was her, her father and her grandparents. The thought almost made her chuckle out loud yet she contained it.

Kate felt her boss lean towards her and he began to say a toast. Kate offered a nice smile and joined in the toast. She could feel two sets of male eyes on her, wolves are what they felt like but she was going to let the feeling pass, it was to be expected as she already had a hand on her lower back from a man who didn't even know her name yet.

As the glasses clinked Kate laughed along with the rest, she may need another glass to help her get through this. Kate listened, had more pleasant conversation with Mrs. Deveraux as she again held a laugh in watching the sweet old bird looking at the young men all around the restaurant. Kate bet she was a cougar and had her own secrets hidden in her large walk in closet.

Reaching she wrapped her delicate fingers around the stem of the glass and brought it to her lips taking a sip and just letting it run slowly over her tongue. The tip of her tongue slipped out and licked her lips in a lady like fashion as she savored the taste. Kate uncrossed her legs and then re-crossed them, she accidentally rubbed her foot against the space on her boss's leg where his pant leg rose when he sat right above his ankle.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Lynden's eyes darted when he felt the sexy girl brush her foot along his leg. The movement felt steady and swift, not as if an accident, but he could not be sure. He quickly turned his attention back to J.R. and his wife.

"Kate demonstrated an impressive knowledge of you, John Ross," he said, sipping his wine with a grin, putting the girl just a bit on the spot.

"Is that so?" asked the old oil man. "Then she is either an expert on energy policy or she likes Jacob Turner. Boy is going to win me a pennant and cost me $100 million. But our ladies in Tampa certainly enjoy Thirsty Thursdays on the nights when he takes the mound, right Margaret?"

"It is," the older woman responded. "He's pretty cute out there," she agreed, prompting laughs all around. As the sound from the laughter came down, the waiter returned, filling each glass a bit, then taking our orders. The conversation continued among a wonderful meal, until Margarent excused herself to go to the ladies' room just before the desert menu arrived. As soon as she did, J.R.'s telephone rang and he asked to excuse himself as well, claiming it was his son, the Vice President of his private holdings company. As the two left, Lynden looked at his cute assistant, trying not to think of her as a wolf might consider prey.

"You know we have a bar on the second floor of our building that only gets used when we have company functions there. Fully stocked, fully serviced. I'm not having desert, but certainly plan on breaking open something harder than this once we get back," he said, pointing at the wine bottle. "You should join me." He sipped from his glass once more. "We need to discuss tomorrow's press arrangements and itinerary," he continued. "And that usually requires some bourbon to get through." As he finished, and before she could respond, J.R. returned to the table.

"Sorry about that," the investor said. "David is working on some new purchases in the gulf. Houston municipal is kicking our ass on permitting and we can't seem to get out of the harbor to survey. If we can't survey, then we can't drill, and if we can't drill then I can't sign an outfielder with a batting average over .285, which means the goddamn Yankees and the goddamn Red Sox are going to hold our heads underwater until I can." Margaret returned to the table a moment later. "Honey, we have to skip dessert. I have to have a conference call with your son back at the hotel."

"That's fine," Margaret said. "Dinner was wonderful and I could not possibly eat any more." The lady smiled at Kate, warmly. "It was wonderful to meet you, and I can't wait to do this again, maybe down in Houston once we get back." She turned toward Lynden. "And you behave yourself." She laughed as she stood from the table. Lyden helped her up and then shook J.R.'s hand.

"J.R., we'll see you tomorrow. We'll need to calm some of the Pacific Northwest guys down," he implored. "But we'll get it done."

"Hell yes, we will," John Ross said. "You just worry about getting this beautiful girl home safely," he said as he reached in to hug Katie, his hand lingering along her waist a bit longer than any woman so much younger and unaccustomed to him might. "It was a pleasure to meet you, darlin'," he said to the girl. "You take good care of ol' Lynden here." He winked. "It'll be worth it!" He laughed as he pulled away. "Let's go Margaret."

The group stood and walked toward the elevator, riding down together before parting ways when the Deveraux's stepped into a long, white limousine and rode into the night. As Lynden and Katie waited, the black SUV approached and Lynden held the door for his beautiful companion. As they rode back to the company lofts, he decided he would probe the girl a bit. His thigh pressed lightly against hers as they rode next to one another, and he began with a simple, open question.

"Katie, what do you hope to do or get from working for Aubade?"

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kate blushed when her boss brought of the fact she was a bit of a sports fan. She smiled and listened to he and his wife talk about one of the players and nodded to his wife in agreement and laughing along with the other three. Yes, she thought, the woman was a cougar.

She watched as the waiter filled their glasses once again and spoke up, "His stats are quite impressive. He's a great asset to any team." Kate said as she took another sip of the wine wetting her mouth as she licked her lips slowly. "Carlos Marmol and Raf are excellent as well hang on to them, they are really worth the pay. two top two players for the Marlins."

The restaurant was well know for serving seven full courses which was too much for Kate that later in the evening. She tried to eat by six PM every night and a light snack before bed. This night really was out of her norm. Kate ordered the Signature greens and for a main course she ordered the Berkshire Pork chop, she didn't eat much steak, nor did she eat seafood so the chop was a great choice on the menu for her.

She thought she might be able to get a swim in before bed or some time in the gym so she wouldn't feel so weighted down when she went to bed. Kate didn't have a bathing suit so her choices were either she waited till he went to bed and swam in the buff or she could wear bra and panties.

Everyone conversed over dinner, Kate chimed in talking to the other married couple, almost feeling slightly out of place still but not enough to make her feel awkward and it would show. Both removed themselves from different reasons from the table letting her and her boss sitting there alone.

He spoke about the bar and her joining him for a drink to go over the next days itinerary. Kate wasn't sure about the drink, she would see when the time presented itself later that evening. Both returned to the table once again, He spoke of his son and needing to skip on dessert, which was fine, Kate was full. She didn't eat all on her plate as it was, but yet enough to make it show that the food was excellent.

Mrs. Deveraux nicely and spoke about meeting up again back in Texas, as Kate told her that would be a wonderful idea. Kate shook both of their hands and felt that extra squeeze that was placed around hers from Mr. Ross, as his second arm reached out and he placed his hand up on her forearm, squeezing again.

As they walked to the elevator she spoke casually with Mrs. Deveraux who invited her privately to meet up for the day sometime in the near future to shop and dine in Houston. Kate said if her schedule allowed it she would be pleased to take her up on her offer. They watched as the couple got into the limo and left, Kate offered a wave and smile before their car pulled up next.

Mr. Nash held the door for her as she slid in and across the seat, he followed feeling his thigh pressed up against hers. he smelled wonderful and he looked a little tired and uncomfortable, like the suit wasn't the choice of clothing he would be wearing this time of the evening. She looked the other way and wondered if he was a boxer, brief or commando kind of man. She had no idea where the question came from, somewhere out of left field but she chuckled softly.

"Katie, what do you hope to do or get from working for Aubade?"he asked her getting her attention from the view in the slight darkness, the lights of the city were still shining brightly on the area around them.

Looking to him Kate took a deep breath and gave it a thought. "Mr. Nash I am looking to gain knowledge from every area of the company I can. Also, experience and of course good pay and benefits. A Permanente position would be great with a chance to advance." Kate replied to his question. She smiled a grin that the Cheshire cat would have and added to her answer, "more time to use the gym and pool at the loft." Kate laughed a little to let him know she was joking around, but she would love to have half a day to just work out and swim. At one time for a few years she took dance classes, that was how her body became as toned as it was, that was another thing she missed. Kate loved to dance.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Lynden was amused by the girl's effusivene excitement over the company's amenities. He smiled back, energized by her youth, beauty, and energy. "Wait until you see our place in Dubai," he said. He would allow her to experience the helipad, the rooftop infinity pool on the 68th floor with the man-made beach and the view across the Persian Gulf into Iran and Saudi Arabia surrounding her on all sides as she placed her tight body in the sun or took a swim under the night sky. He would also allow her to discover similar holdings the company had in most of the cities where offices were kept. He turned the conversation back to her prior list of expectations, pressing her for more. "But aside from using the pool and the gym, those answers are bullshit," his eyes met hers directly. This wasn't a test. "You say you want to gain knowledge, or have good pay or advance," he ruminated. "What does that even mean?" He pointed out that her prior job gave her experience and paid well. "I asked what you want to do, or what you want to get?" He thought about his early days as a career executive.

"When I began, I wanted to sit atop the wheel of the largest oil conglomerate in the world. We were much lower then. Ninth or Tenth in the United States. Today we are fourth in the world. Third if we are counting the value of inventories. Second if we are counting private land holdings where we are drilling for profitable oil or gas. In three years we will be first in all those categories. I wanted to marry the cute local news reporter that I watched each day at 4am, and I wanted to raise two boys that would be a Heisman Trophy winner and a Senator." Lynden looked out the window as the city rolled by. "And I wanted to retire at fifty five, and go around the world with a companion that I enjoyed spending time with." He had notably not said with his wife. "I'm on pace to do all of that." The car pulled up to the company lofts. Lynden got out and held the door for her once more, continuing the conversation as she stepped to the curb.

"So," he said. "When I say what do you want to do or get, I mean what do you specifically want to do here? If you want to become an executive yourself, tell me. If you want to run one of our branches in Europe, let me know. I can't promise any transfers right now, but you should know what you want." He pressed the elevator button and bypassed the bar floor as he pushed their own floor once they stepped in. Without telling her, he decided he did not want to drink any more tonight. Her mention of the pool and gym had his mind turning, and he thought a dip in the warm pool under the chilly Chicago night sounded like it would be relaxing as hell. He planned on it, as the elevator let them off at their floor. "Think about it," he said, encouraging her to have ambition. "I can tell you're very," he paused, taking her in, wearing her beautiful dress once more, "talented." He turned toward his hallway.

"Goodnight, Kate," he told her, walking toward his room. As he entered, he pulled his phone from his jacket pocket, and dialed his wife. When there was no answer, he left a message.

"Hey, dinner went well. Call me tomorrow." He said, then hung up his phone. He cleaned up and changed into some swim trunks in the drawer that he always kept on site, and he pulled on a t-shirt that was simple and gray, lightweight and comfortable. He checked his email for thirty minutes or so, before his time was once again his own. Once it was, he grabbed a towel from the closet and headed toward the pool, planning to relax an hour or so before bed.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kate, looked at him as he spoke, when he called her answers bullshit she took offense. She wasn't in the mood to argue back and forth like a married couple. She went from being hired and tossed into the pit of vipers right away without knowledge of anything except what she was given. She wondered what happened to praise, hey...good job tonight...what did you think of so and so....he was frustrating as all hell and I'm sure he knew he was rattling her chain again like earlier.

She could feel her blood pressure rising, he was actually getting on her nerves quite a bit. IF another didn't answer a question the way he wanted he seemed to be displeased and ready to argue right away and she wasn't one to back down either even if it placed her job on the line.

Kate wanted him to just be quiet for a moment no, she really wanted him to shut the hell up and let her speak and explain since he found her answer not of his liking. Kate turned to him, her body language showed she was a little pissed off as one could tell it in the tone of her voice.

"Mr. Nash, You ask me what I want and I told you what it was. Right now I am still young and trying to find where my path is taking me. I know I want to be in an executive position, it may be with this company if everything works out. BUT, in order to be the best one that I can be, I need to gain knowledge and experience. I am starting at the bottom in a sense and trying to get everything I can like a sponge before I take the next step and right now on my first day you tell me my answer is bullshit before even asking me why. That I took as offensive."

Kate felt a little better but she wasn't done. "Do I want marriage and children? I don't know so how can I tell you that? I want a flourishing career, I'm not worried about that part of my life yet. I am again young to young to be tied down to a man that wants his wife at home knocked up and in the kitchen. I want to travel, to see the world, and it doesn't even matter that its for business, I just wish to do it...and I will."

The arrived back, he waited as she got out and they rode up in the elevator, the doors open and she was still fuming within. "Goodnight Mr. Nash," she said in return and went towards the steps, up and went to her room where she slipped on her sports bra and boy cut work out shorts, tossed a towel around her neck, slipped into her sneakers and went to the gym and started again on the bike doing twice the speed as earlier.

Kate would strip down and go to the pool after she was done and swim laps till all her frustration released from her body. She had hoped he forgot about talking to her about the press conference and the drinks, she wasn't in the mood right now and it was late. She was not going to apologize, he was down right rude. His ego was just as huge as his bank account and she could see how they will bump heads if he doesn't fire her for her speaking up earlier and if so, then it wasn't meant to be.

The ear buds went in and she cranked up some metal music to go along with her spinning like a maniac.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

It was obvious from her response that she was irritated. He liked her vigilance, but she had head the word 'bullshit' and misunderstood his intent. He felt like they had been connecting. He thought she was comfortable with him after dinner, and perhaps he had given her credit too soon for that. It was, after all, her first day and their first day working together. He had simply wanted to know what it was about her that made her uniquely her. She was obviously very talented, physically and mentally. She was sharp enough to work as an assistant for a major corporation not once, but now on two occasions. He always found it a waste when someone very talented with a lot of promise gave the same standard pat answers about what their soul wanted that were given by any typical B student trying to earn a scholarship for books. He always found it impressive as hell when someone wanted to change the world or even simply make their own fortune, and had a way in mind about how to set upon that path. And he enjoyed helping people live those dreams, if he could, because he damn sure appreciated when people did that for him.

But Lynden was nothing if not measured. She had misread him, and that was not his problem. He could make this a teaching moment, or more. He envisioned explaining what he had meant and then chastising her into feeling bad about it. He envisioned holding it over her head awhile until she came pleading forgiveness or trying to make amends. He envisioned taking it to an extreme, remaining angry that she had been petulant, such that sometime in the distant future he could wrap her hair tight around his fist as he entered her roughly from behind, telling her to remember how she snapped at him when he had tried to simply understand her being and how she was now going to pay. His cock throbbed in his pants as he prepared to head to the pool. He saw she was already killing herself in the gym as he passed. He continued to the pool and dived in, quickly swimming from the interior to the portion that extended outside and across the roof of the floor below. Steam rose from the heated pool making a light haze over the water. He hoped she stopped by on the way back to her room. He thought more about how to react to her clear annoyance. When no answer easily came, he committed to just clearing his head and gliding through the water. He would simply await the next time he saw her.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kate wondered if this work situation would case her more harm than good. She just continued to ride the bike, her legs were aching, her breath was ragged and her body was covered in sweat as it glistened under the lighting. She rode the bike like she was riding up a winding hill somewhere out along the California coast. If she closed her eyes she could see the ocean and the waves within her mind, she could smell the sea salt in the air but in all actuality it was most likely her sweat.

She slowed down and got off the bike, she wiped it down and hoped that tomorrow there would be no animosity between her and her boss. Kate had hoped he went to bed, she stripped off her shorts and bra top letting her standing there in her silk panties and topless. She took off her sneakers and ankle socks and grabbed everything up and let the towel hang from around her neck covering her breasts.

Really wanting to swim still, she headed to the pool, her ear buds still in her ears as she walked around the main floor and headed to the pool. She tried being quiet thought she couldn't hear anything and stepped into the pool area. Never even seeing her boss, she turned and put her sneakers and bra top on a lounge chair, pulled the ear buds and placed them and her ipod down with her stuff. Kate pondered stripping down to nothing, wouldn't be the first time she skinny-dipped in her life, many a times was more like it.

Yanking the towel from the right end she pulled it around her neck and laid that on top of everything covering it up so it wouldn't get wet. She decided to strip the panties off, as well. Kate placed her thumbs in the top of her panties and began to push them off her hips, wiggling her ass around as the slide down her cheeks. She bent over a bit more and slide her panties down her long toned legs, stepping from them one foot at a time.

Kate took the small bit of silk and placed it on the pile and when she turned around and got ready to dive in, her arms above her head she froze up as she looked out into the pool water and never saw her boss in the corner, his arms relaxing on the sides as the shadows of the palm plants covered the opposite side of the pool.

Just as she went to dive in, her arms above her head, it was then she heard movement and looked to the other side of the pool. It took her a couple of minutes before seeing him. Kate froze when she saw her boos relaxing quietly in the water. There she stood au naturel, letting him get a glance at her fully naked form, not able to tell if the carpet matched the rug because she was fully shaven. Not an ounce of hair on her from her eyebrows down.

"Oh My God!" she said, her tone a little louder than regular. She quickly went to turn and scramble to grab the towel but instead she lost her footing and fell into the pool. it was far from the dive in she intended. Kate stayed under the water a short time, she was thinking what the hell she was going to do when her head popped up and there he was and there she was naked. She pushed up from the bottom and blushed the deepest color red possible.

"I-I...didn't see you...I'm so, so s-s-orry Mr. Nash." Kate =tried to stay under water from her armpits down, treading it and wishing she just go down and pull the plug like in cartoons and go down the drain and to China or wherever it went.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Nash leaned against the infinity wall on the outside part of the pool, just beside the connected hot tub. After swimming a bit, he chose to simply relax here under the chilly night sky in the warm water. The night was perfect, and these quiet moments were rare, so he enjoyed each one he could steal. He leaned back and closed his eyes until, moments later, he heard the door to the interior of the building latch and open. He opened his eyes and was instantly taken with the vision of his beautiful new assistant, wearing merely panties and a towel. She placed some things in a nearby lounge chair, and seemed to hear nothing and notice nothing, simply going about her business. Through the steam of the pool, he saw her gently slip her thumbs into her panties, bend at the waist and easily slide them off. He could see her perfect ass and pretty slit beneath it for just a second or two before she turned toward him and the pool. She moved as if she was going to jump in and then paused. He pulled himself up, unconsciously, in an effort to peer above the steam where he could tell she was shaved, which he loved. He felt himself throb inside his swim trunks. He had once seen one of his daughter's friends changing in her room as he walked by, and Katie very much reminded him of that moment, years ago. Her body was young, in shape, and nearly flawless, a porcelain doll built for every dream a man could have about a women.

But she noticed him and tumbled into the pool, remaining under a moment before bobbing up, only her head piercing the top of the water. As she stayed underneath the water, he grinned and slowly swam toward her, arriving close as she bobbed up.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nash," the girl said, when there was no need.

"For what?" He asked, saying nothing more. "You're free to use the pool any time we're here." He smiled again, swimming near her as he passed by her toward the walk-in shallow end. He swam with good form and swiftly reached the shallows, lifting himself from the water and began exiting the pool. He simply grabbed her large towel and walked along the water's edge until he reached the ladder nearest her location. He held it wide, lowering his eyes below the towel on his side. "Here," he said, offering her cover to get out of the pool without his eyes on her, if she wanted. "I'll go and you can put something on, if you want." He heard no water moving and raised his eyes over the towel. "You coming?" he asked, raising his eyebrows as his eyes locked with hers. "Or I can just leave if you want. I was about to head to bed anyway."

 

[Sinful_whispers]

"What I'm sorry for is making sure that you were not around. I didn't mean to barge in on your relaxation time Mr. Nash." She responded, "I thank you for that but should have checked first, I feel like a...a...naked idiot." She watched him walk away and grab her a towel and come back and hold it up for her and turned his head so he wouldn't see her up close.

Kate climbed from the pool as he held the towel for her, she started to laugh as she got up in reach of the towel, she stool there on the last rung of the ladder and took the towel. "I'm sorry but how many times has an assistant on her first day showed you her naked body?"

The towel fit nicely around her, she tucked the corner in the top and stood there blushing. She told herself it was only human flesh, the doctor seen her naked, so just look at it that way. But, she couldn't but help to laugh again. "I'm sorry but for some reason I just find this amusing."

Standing there she step sided her boss and moved towards her pile of clothing. "Does this mean you wish to go over the information for the press conference another time? " She asked as she went and grabbed her panties and put them on under the towel sliding them up with a yank over her wet skin. Trying to save face she spoke again, "never try and slip dry panties over wet skin, it doesn't work to well. Oh, not that you would wear...never mind, I'm just frazzled at the moment Mr. Nash."

Kate turned around and while tucking her towel in a bit better she miscalculated the area, moving her arm the corner fell and the towel began to open. She grabbed it enough to allow him to see her one right breast, and all she could do was laugh to get past this whole day and evening. "Seems you're supposed to see me naked from the way things are going." She replied as she secured the towel again, and made sure it was tight.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

He smiled as the little girl before him stood flustered with the dressing problems she was having. He stepped aside, grabbing a towel of his own, rubbing himself dry. "Nonsense," he said. "Do not worry, for I am never offended by the sight of a sexy woman." He continued to towel off. "And you need not avoid me, or make sure I'm somehow alone. If you're traveling with me, I expect to see you around, and these facilities are for your use as much as mine." He walked to the poolside bar and pulled two glasses and placed them on the bar itself. He quickly poured two light beers before finishing his thoughts. "So feel free to come and go as you please. It's one of the perks of this job. I'll show you the larger ones in time." He handed a glass to her, clinked his own against hers, then took a drink walking back toward one of the chairs beside the pool, where he sat and nodded at the chair beside him, allowing her to sit.

"We can discuss the press over breakfast in the morning. For now," he took another sip, "I want to know what you think about your first day. Because I have some thoughts of my own." He looked her up and down, enjoying the night's shine along her shoulders above the towel, and the nice firm look of her thighs below it.