For the first time tonight, she is timid. I remember her fiery responses I knew were lurking beneath her calm surface. It has been more years than I have memory since someone insulted me to my face and even more since someone swore at me. It was clear upon her beautiful face, she was dying to tell me to fuck off and walk out. It was what I have wanted yet as the seconds ticked and I wondered if she had given up when she made up her mind, and I knew she was not going anywhere the relief, the need, the fire that was burning me whole for her flared brightly inside of me.

How I did not pull her across my desk and fuck her, I will never know. It would have been hard and fast though, which would not have satisfied either one of us. I like slow, I want to taste her for hours, I have heard her yell, I want to hear her scream my name.

Her eyes glow, she senses the desire growing in me. She blushes. “I better be getting back to work. Thank you again, for the scotch and the food.”

Alexa does not look back as she walks out of the room. She will find the connection, I know she will. I have complete faith in her. She has good instincts, intelligence, patience and she is the best assistant I have had since Victoria. It’s too bad I still have to get her to quit.

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Alexa

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I found it! I pop up from my seat and squeal with happiness. I found it! As I give a little dance my leg cramps, shit. Ouch. It takes a minute to work out the cramp before I can sit back down. For the first time in two hours, I move with speed. My highlighter dances across the page. I find the page and hit print screen to get the shots, I plug them in and hit print. Excited I knock on Leo’s door.

Leo opens the door, and I wilt at how stunning he looks. Or was I still kind of weak from sharing dinner together? He’d been suited up during dinner, I’m extremely glad for that now. His jacket is off, his tie is gone, his shirt is open almost to his chest, and I can’t breathe. With all the golden skin glowing against the snow white of his shirt he looks like something off a billboard. “What is it, Alexa? I’m ready to leave.”

“I found it.” I shove the print out in his face. “Roth Limited has a pass-through, Arka Corp. he went through. Payments went to his ex-wife to a child she had previous to their marriage. It’s the reason why she was able to get so much out of him in the divorce.”