“Alright, let me get this straight to be sure I understand. You're saying Mr Leonard asked if you would like to be a co-lead in the ongoing Gartrich Project? As in the same multimillion dollar project our company is working on alongside Rutledge Fay Inc., which took him several months to pull off?”“Keep it down, Tracy. Someone might hear you.” Matilda looked around, tucking a loose strand of hair behind the back of her ear. “Yeah, Gatrich project, the same one Broadway Enterprise, the company's major business rival showed interest in,” Matilda said with a shrug, fetching a can of fruit juice from the dispenser. “Ain't no way you'd be thinking about accepting the offer, girl! That's a big catch! Co-leading? One more word about thinking through the offer and I'm gonna whoop your ass really hard.”Matilda rolled her eyes, walking past a couple of chattering employees, greeting one of them, Cathy, the assistant of Gary Simon, head of the Personnel department who stopped in her tracks at
He didn't utter a word, neither did he let her go, even as they moved past a bunch of employees who nodded slightly to his presence before continuing their work. They crossed the hall leading to Leonard's office and he slammed the door shut the moment they got in, trapping her with his presence. The warm glow of the sun which seeped into Leonard's office from his floor to ceiling window must have added to the heat erupting from her body because she was almost at burning point and the air condition in his office did nothing to placate her emotions.He crossed over to his mahogany desk, leaning against it with his butt, before pulling her in front of him. Without breaking eye contact with her, he rolled up his sleeves deftly, revealing strong muscles— an evidence of his daily morning workouts. Her lips parted in astonishment to the sight before her, especially as his muscles flexed on reflex and she gulped, unable to tear her gaze off them. Warmth enveloped her and her never-endings st
A glass of wine was poured him and they all did their cheers, downing the first shots. Their conversation ranged from Leonardand Matilda’s persistence to secure the deal to Broadway’s, and they laughed it off, downing more shots of alcohol. The lightheartedness of their conversation didn’t stop Matilda’s horniness, she wanted to be free of the torture, particularly because Leonardwas still as hard as a steel pole, maybe even harder. Their discussion culminated with Gregory’s expression right after James declared Leonardas the new shareholder and they all went into a laughing spree. In the next hour, they were a mess of drunken and randy adults, and Ryan suggested that Leonardand Matilda go to the dancefloor. The others cheered them on and Leonardguided Matilda to the dancefloor, holding her against him to hide his erection. They spun to the dancefloor, mixing with the crowd, and Leonardheld Matilda’s waist with her back pressing against him. He held out her slender arm, moving th
Leonard reached for her bare sex, stroking her clit softly, and her legs tightened against him. He brought one finger against his lips, tasting her juice for the first time, and he pulled her up, positioning her sex in his face. He brought his face down, and the moment his tongue trailed on her clit, Matilda lost it. She shuddered against his lips, a wave of orgasm hitting her, but Leonardheld her in place. He lapped her juices, twirling his tongue over her, sucking her dry. He found her hole, and he pushed one aching finger into her, earning a moan from her. “Fuck.”“We’ll come to that.” He worked in and out of her, and she arched her body, her nails digging into his back. He increased his pace, pushing two fingers into her, and Matilda convulsed under him. He lapped her fresh juices, sucking her to his heart’s content. He brought his mouth to her lips, allowing her to taste her juices. Very gently, he grabbed her jaw, kissing her hard— the pressure from his mouth was a contrast wi
Leonard headed to the bathroom, planting a soft knock on the door. “Are you in there, Matilda?” Silence. He opened the door which revealed the textured glass of the bathroom, and it was only when he looked at the glass he noticed he was naked as the day he was born. Only his reflection stared back at him. Matilda wasn’t anywhere to be found. Where did she go? Was she in his room? Or could it be…? His heart stirred at the thought and he swallowed hard. It couldn’t be. She couldn't be doing the same thing she did the last time. At least, not after their beautiful moment together last night. Besides, she’d taken charge at some point. It couldn't have been the alcohol. She was just as into it as he was. He raked his hand through his dishevelled hair and let out a deep growl. This couldn’t be happening. He looked into her wardrobe, and when he found that her things were still intact, a sigh escaped his lips.At least, she hadn’t gone back to the States. He had that to be grateful for.
Matilda let out a deep breath as soon as she walked out of Leonard 's office. She took more deep breath calming her heart which was still racing. It was a good thing Leonard didn't push further. What was her mother thinking? For a moment, she thought she'd kiss the deal goodbye, her job also. She'd have to stop taking her mom's call in the company if she still wanted to be on Leonard 's good side. She made her way to her office, taking her mind of her mother and focusing instead on the remaining task of the day, making the documents for the board meeting scheduled to hold the following week her top priority. She prepared Leonard 's copy of the document as well as that of the other associates. Leonard would need to approve it and she'd also have to make them ready for the associates at least three day before the meeting. “Matilda, you don't take a break do you?” Evans, the newest employee in F and A approached her, leaning against her desk. She worked under the personal department, b
She was going to Bali in a few hours? What? What the hell was wrong with Herbert? Matilda slumped on her desk, still stunned with the turn out of event, her mouth agape. He was doing it for the umpteenth time— making decisions that affected her without caring a damn about her opinion. How dare he? How unfeeling could he get? Being his executive assistant and suddenly becoming a co-leader was overwhelming already. Why does he always have to make everything difficult?Of course, there was no doubt that they needed to act fast to prevent their rival company from having the win. More than anything, she'd love to see F and A at the top of the game. Wasn't that why she'd been in the company all along? But, Leonard always complicated everything! The least he could have done was ask for her opinion on this, instead of shoving his right in her face without question. So much for being a co-leader in this project. It was crystal clear, Leonard doesn't care about anyone. This was the same thin
The trip to Bali was faster than usual, at least, in comparison to the actual distance, since Matilda hadn't ever been there. She breathed a deep sigh the moment they landed, an indication of the end of her misery, or so she thought. The trip was far from what she envisioned, with Leonard a few inches from her, watching her every move. She'd been far from comfortable all through the trip, and now that she stepped out of the jet, she breathed in the first air of Bali with a smile lining her face. "What are you doing, Matilda? The bags sure as hell won't get themselves." Leonard who was clearly irritated, snapped, looking from Matilda to his jet. "Right away, sir," she mumbled, strutting away to grab his suitcases, boxes and other bags. Leonard watched her scurry off and she returned moments later, her petite body almost sinking with the weight of the loads in her hands and chest, as she struggled to maintain her balance. Leonard stood there, watching as beads of sweat form on her scr