Hanna nodded. To my relief, she smiled. “That actually sounds amazing,” she said. She yawned again.
“We can eat, then you’ll finish up and go home,” I said. As soon as Hanna nodded, I went into my office and called my favorite local Indian place, ordering practically everything on the menu. Pakora, samosas, naan, butter chicken, saag paneer, goat biryani, anything that I thought Hanna would like. By the time I was done, the total was over one hundred dollars. I snickered as I pulled out my personal card as I imagined the confused look on the delivery driver’s face when he realized all of this food was only to be for two people.
When the food came, I had the delivery guy spread it out in the conference room. I dimmed the lights for effect until the room was almost dark, then I walked over to Hanna’s desk and cleared my throat.
“Please,” I said with an exaggerated bow. “Join me in the conference room.”
Hanna giggled. She got to her feet and stretched, raising her hands high above her head. Her sweater rose up, exposing a strip of pale, taut flesh. My heart began to pound as I imagined dropping to my knees, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her stomach.
“Wow,” Hanna said as I led her into the conference room. “Um, did you order all of this for us?”
I shrugged. “I didn’t know what you’d like,” I said. “But I can assure you – it’s all good. This place is fantastic.”
Hanna smiled. She took a paper plate and began loading it with food. I followed suit and soon we were sitting in silence as we tore through the food. Sharing a meal with her was nice – I didn’t feel pressure to talk, and it was strangely intimate despite the fact that we were alone in a giant conference room.
“So,” Hanna said. She covered her mouth swallowed, then took a sip of water. “Did you always know that you would grow up to be CEO?”
I shrugged. “Yes and no.”
Hanna raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What does that mean?”
I frowned. “My family was…complicated, when I was growing up,” I said. “I was at odds with my father for many years. And well, I wasn’t sure whether or not that would be resolved by the time it was my turn to take over.” Not to mention my brothers, I thought darkly, narrowing my eyes.
“Ah,” Hanna said. She set her plate down and put her hands on her stomach. “I can understand that.”
“Oh yeah?” I smirked at her. “What, there’s some company out there waiting for you to inherit?”
Hanna flushed at my stupid joke. “No,” she said. “I mean, well, not really. I grew up in a big family. I always felt like my brothers and sisters and I were competing for our parents’ affection.”
“I can’t imagine that,” I said honestly. “Every single thing I did was placed under a microscope and analyzed until it was practically ripped apart.”
Hanna bit her lip. “To be honest, that doesn’t sound like much fun, either,” she said softly. She picked up a piece of naan and began tearing it apart with her fingers. “I mean, I can’t imagine what that would be like. My parents didn’t really pay attention to me. I think it was because I always behaved,” she added in a rueful voice.
I laughed. “What, you weren’t the rebellious troublemaker?” I smirked at her. “Miss, ‘I Lie About My Name At Parties,’ or should I say Beth?”
To my relief, Hanna flushed. “You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you that was the one time I ever did something wrong,” she said. “And no – it was always about my older sister, and how much she could manage to piss off our parents in one day.”
Hanna felt silent and bit her lip. “You probably don’t want to be hearing all of this,” she said. “I should shut up – I’m just tired, really. Thank you for dinner.” She put the naan down and glanced over all of the uneaten food. “I should box this up and put it in the fridge, then leave it out tomorrow. The other assistants might like a free lunch.”
“I want to hear anything you want to tell me,” I said honestly. In the dim light of the room, Hanna had never looked more beautiful. Her glossy hair was brushed back in a low bun and the collar of her shirt was open, exposing her creamy throat.
Hanna looked at me. Her green eyes were as big as saucers. Suddenly, in that moment, I knew that she felt the same way about me. That she’d longed for me, that she’d never given up hope of seeing me again. As I got to my feet, my heart was in my throat.
I moved toward Hanna and took her hand, pulling her close. I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned in for a kiss. Hanna closed her eyes and tilted her head back, pressing her body against mine and wrapping her arms around my neck. She moaned softly into my mouth as our tongues began a slow, delicate dance of passion. I could feel her heart was thumping in her chest as she pressed her body tightly against mine. Beneath her thin shirt, I could feel her amazing tits and I slipped my hands between our bodies and fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Hanna moaned softly, but she didn’t stop me. She cocked her head to the side and buried it in my neck. The sensation of her warm breath against my neck and earlobe was enough to make me explode and I shuddered as I slipped Hanna’s shirt off her shoulders. Her skin was amazingly warm in my hands and when I slipped my hand into the cup of her bra and brushed my thumb against her stiff nipple, Hanna arched her back and bit her lip. I could see that she was squirming and twisting with lust, and I scooped her into my arms, covering her mouth with mine in a passionate kiss.
Just then, bright light flooded the room. Hanna shrieked and leapt away from me, clutching her shirt to her chest.
I groaned as I saw one of the janitors standing in the hall, his jaw hanging out.
Anger and frustration welled up inside of me and I turned to him, clenching my jaw.
“Leave, now,” I growled. “Go home for the night!”
The janitor turned and began to flee. When I turned back to Hanna, she was hastily buttoning her shirt with shaking hands.
“Hanna, wait,” I said. “Come on – you don’t have to go.”
Hanna looked up at me with passion and anguish on her face. “Yes, I do,” she said, her voice barely audible. “I can’t do this with you, James, you’re my boss! I can’t be with you! And I can’t risk my job, either!”
“It doesn’t matter—”
“Yes, it does,” Hanna said. And before I could stop her, she raced past me.
And then I was left alone, with a throbbing cock and balls, wondering what the hell was happening to my formerly perfect life.
Chapter Seven
Hanna
When I got home, Danielle was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of wine and a magazine. When she saw me, she frowned.
“Late night at the office? Or more time with Hunky Billionaire?”
I groaned. “Please, don’t call him that,” I said, burying my face in my hands and groaning. “And yes, it was a long night.” I remembered just then that I hadn’t even finished up the work I’d wanted to finish – and tomorrow, I had to go back in and face James!