Page 105 of Corrupt Game
I missed her. Craved her really, but there were too many meetings and urgent problems that couldn’t be put on hold.
That was when she’d marched into my office and placed her hands on my desk.
Yes, the fire was back in her eyes. This was the Collette that I’d grown to love. My cock hardened instantly. Her affect on me physically would never waver either.
“Is something wrong?” I feigned impatience, but I really didn’t have time to spare.
Words gushed out, but I was having a hard time listening because her breasts were heaving out of the top of her blouse. They were such a great distraction. I was sorely tempted to loosen a couple buttons. The torch she lit up in me. Even with all my worries and care she needed, I still couldn’t stop my mind and body from wanting to bend her over the desk and fuck her until we were both brainless.
When I didn’t giveher the answer she wanted, her hands reached out and threw everything on the desk to the floor.
“What kind of horrible person are you? Am I just a piece of property to you that you can make sure that I’m alive, but ignore the rest of the time? Am I just here for you to take out and look at when it suits you?”
I couldn’t believe my ears. Did she really see me as a monster that had no feelings?
I thought I was just very good at hiding them. I’d had to, to survive. There wasn’t anything that she’d done, not really.
“What is going on with her?” I muttered aloud, looking over at Rossi for help as when she fled to the restroom.
He looked just as confused. I sensed he didn’t know what to do with himself at the moment. That made the both of us.
“Was she crying? I haven’t done anything that would make her cry, have I?”
“She’s not your normal type of woman, sir. There could be any number of things that might have pissed her off, but I think she’s more hurt than mad. This wasn’t done because she hates you. It’s the opposite, in fact.” Rossi shook his head. “She’s in love with you and isn’t happy that you aren’t at her beck and call.”
“Well, I spent almost all of my time with her or talking to her these past two months. Now she’s bratting because I’m paying attention to other things?” I sounded incredulous to my own ears.
No matter. This had to be dealt with. I rapped on the bathroom door.
“Collette, are you okay? If you want to come out, we can talk about a few of those things.” I felt like I needed to offer an olive branch just to make sure that we got past this situation. I hated to be that guy, but we both had a lot of work to do today, and she needed to be back on track.
It wasn’t just for the business’s sake, but for health as well. That’s what I tried to tell myself as I rationalized her behavior.
She opened the door, but her tear-stained face made me soften. I hated tears, but I normally viewed them as a inconveninece. Her tears though, made me want to fix everything and make the world right for her again.
“What did you want to talk about?” she asked, her arms crossed tightly across her chest.
“Well, for starters, why did you throw that kind of tantrum?” I crossed my arms, mirroring her, but willing to hear what she had to say.
“You haven’t talked to me since we negotiated what we were going to be doing in the future. I thought it was time for you to pay attentionand realize that I'm still an independent person, even after we made an agreement.” Her words pierced me. That would hurt anybody, but somebody coming from a foster care system, that would open wounds like no other.
My mother had felt like that about my father. Now someone I cared for was saying I did it.
Anger built inside of me. It was the only emotion that would get me through this.
“I have built my business up from the ground level and you think that you have enough power over me to just come in here and throw a tantrum? You aren’t as important as you think you are. I signed a contract with you to get work done. That doesn’t mean that I don’t have an interest in your physical needs, but I abandoned several high-powered deals to fly back and make sure that you were alive. You can’t act like I don’t care. What I do care about is the hard work that I’ve thrown out the window because I needed to deal with your issues. In person!” I could feel my face reddening.
“Yeah, well, you’ve been pretty absent ever since.” Colette put her hands on her hips, her chin up and her voice scornful. It made me want to wipe that expression off her face. “Look, I get it. You like to talk all sexy and act all sexy, but when it comes to doing the sexy, you have a hangup. That’s all right by me, but I just want to know where I stand.”
She waved her hand in response to my not yet spoken answers, “It’s okay, I’m not going to push it, but next time you get all ‘You chose this, crap,’ just remember, you’ve chosen to reject me and I’m not going to run into your arms without some serious apologizing.”
Unaccustomed emotion flooded through me. I closed in on her, enjoying the way she stiffened as I leaned toward her until I could smell her excitement and feel her fluttering breath.
“I’m not sure what kind of response you were hoping to get from me, but this isn’t the one you wanted. We have work to do and can discuss your behavior later. That will certainly include getting a punishment this evening.” There would be a long lesson on appropriate behavior.
She pushed me, her hand on my chest.
“Go ahead, Mr. Holdt, cuff me, spank me, do whatever you want. It’s not going to matter because I can outlast you. I’m not just a pretty doll. If you want to have a peaceful work environment, then that’s what you’ve got, boss. I’ll be the best worker you could ever ask for, but I won’t be the submissive thing you’ve had for the past two months. You’re going to be begging me to get out of the original contract I signed.”