Seduce Me Again (Seduce Me #2) Page 4

  “That he was.”

  I placed the photo frame on the table. Mrs. Davenport sat in the chair opposite me.

  “And you are such a lovely young woman.”

  I blushed. I was also a bit nervous. I had no idea about the direction of the conversation.

  “Thank you.”

  “I know you are probably wondering why I invited you to visit with me today,” she said.

  I had no idea how best to respond.

  “No need to answer, dear. I do want to assure you that I am not some senile old woman. There is a purpose for our meeting. Nothing, of course, that you should be nervous about.”

  “Yes, ma'am,” I said.

  “I wanted to meet you and welcome you to Jacqueline and Davenport Media.”

  “Thank you. I am delighted to be here. Working at Jacqueline has always been a dream of mine.”

  “Well, we are glad to have you as part of the Jacqueline family,” she said patting my knee.

  I was no longer nervous. I did have a feeling that there was more to our meeting than welcoming me to the company.

  “I understand that you graduated from Davenport School of the Arts at Santa Barbara University. I also understand that you had an impressive record of academic achievement. And your application portfolio was stellar.”

  “Thank you, ma'am.”

  “Your new position has been in the works for some time. Brandon was searching for just the right person for the job. I'm confident he made the right decision in hiring you. I rarely question his business judgment. In that area, he has always displayed talent beyond his years.”

  I nodded. I didn't feel there was anything for me to add to the conversation at that point.

  “With women, however, Brandon has tended to think more with his penis than his brain.”

  I couldn't believe she just threw that out there. I didn't know many grandmothers that even uttered the word “penis” when speaking of their adult grandson. She showed no signs of stopping either.

  “He has entertained many young women. And a few who were closer to his mother's age. All beautiful, of course. Brandon has an attraction to beautiful women like moth to a flame. Can I be honest with you, dear?”

  I thought she already had been. I was now curious to see what she considered an honest comment.

  “Of course, Mrs. Davenport.”

  “Brandon hiring you has many layers. From a business perspective, we must have a top notch digital and social media presence. It is also important that the world see Brandon as more than a playboy. No small task for you, dear. I hope I am not scaring you.”

  “No, ma'am. I'm fine.”

  “Good. Is it okay if I get personal for a moment?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “I understand that Brandon has a personal interest in you. That he has taken you out a few times.”

  I hoped that was all she knew about us. I didn't think Brandon would share intimate details with his family. I was less sure about Mrs. Davenport inquiring of them from me.

  “Yes, ma'am. Brandon assured me that he would keep our personal and professional lives separate.”

  “Oh, dear, I'm not concerned about that. What I wanted to tell you is that I am glad that Brandon has taken an interest in you. You are a smart and attractive young woman.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Brandon is almost 30, it is time he starts taking a more serious interest in his romantic relationships. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to place any expectations or pressure on you.”

  “No, ma'am. I understand.”

  “Just know that I am pleased you are here. Brandon's decision to hire you may have been as personal as it was professional. For the first time I think his personal sense is as good as his business sense,” she said as she placed her hand on top of mine.

  Mrs. Davenport's phone buzzed and then Grace's voice came through the speaker.

  “Mrs. Davenport, Mr. Mitchell just phoned and wanted you to know that he is back and on his way down.”

  “Thank you, Grace,” Mrs. Davenport said, loud enough to reach the speaker. She then turned back toward me.

  “Well, speak of the devil.” She stood and I followed.

  “I'm sure he was calling for your benefit and not mine,” she said to me. “Enjoy the rest of your first day. I'm sure I'll see you soon.”

  “Thank you, Mrs. Davenport. It was such a pleasure to meet you.”

  “Oh, you are kind. The pleasure has been all mine.”

  There was a knock at the door and then Brandon walked in.

  “Good afternoon, ladies,” he said.

  I couldn't imagine that I would ever get tired of seeing him walk into a room. He was gorgeous. He was wearing a stylish designer suit that formed to his delicious frame. He looked every bit like he popped off the cover of GQ magazine.

  “Hello, sweetie,” said Mrs. Davenport as she gave Brandon a hug.

  “Hello, grandmother.”

  “Did your morning go well?” Brandon asked me.

  “Yes. I think I'm starting to get settled in.”

  “Great. Well, I just wanted to stop in and say hi. I have a late lunch meeting across town. May I steal Ashley to walk me out?”

  “Oh yes. We're finished,” said Mrs. Davenport.

  “Thank you again, Mrs. Davenport,” I said as Brandon and I turned to leave.

  “Thank you for coming by.”

  We said goodbye to Grace in the outer office and pushed through the glass doors. Brandon pulled me around the corner. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.

  “I thought of you all last night,” he said.

  “Is that so?”

  “Oh yes. I had to even, well . . . take care of things on my own.”

  I pictured Brandon masturbating and it turned me on. I was glad that he chose to pleasure himself. I'm sure he had at least a few Toronto numbers in his little black book. The fact that he was fantasizing about me as he jerked off got my pulse racing.

  “I'm expecting that I won't need to do that again tonight,” he continued.

  “I think I can arrange that.” I reached up and gave him a long, deep kiss on the mouth. Tonight couldn't come soon enough.

  Chapter 7

  Tavern on the Green was such an iconic restaurant. I had seen it in movies. I was happy to be taking in the experience in person.

  It was a warm spring evening so we sat at table on the patio. Between the greenery on the patio and being at the edge of Central Park, it was easy to forget that we were in the center of Manhattan.

  We decided to go a little more casual for dinner. Brandon was wearing charcoal gray dress slacks, a light blue dress shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, and a navy blue blazer. I had on a black, above the knee, skirt and a light pink blouse. Underneath I was wearing a lacy pink bra and panties. I was looking forward to Brandon removing them later.

  “So, what did you think about your fist day at work?” asked Brandon after we ordered.

  “Well, I don't know if you can call getting my ID and filling out employment forms 'work',” I said.

  “Necessary red tape. It will get more interesting. You have a lot on your plate getting the department up and running.”

  “Yes. I think I became more aware of that today. I'm hoping to gain some clarity on that from the CEO.”

  “Hmm. I suppose he can squeeze you in sometime this week.”

  “I'm serious, Brandon. I at least need to know some parameters around a budget, the hiring process, priorities...”

  “I know. The learning curve is steep.”

  “You could say that.”

  “I'll have Teresa clear a block of time tomorrow and we can flesh out a plan.”

  “Thank you. She seems nice. Competent.”

  “You're welcome. Yes, she is. And, no, I've never had sex with her.”

  “I didn't ask about that.”

  “But you were thinking it.”

  “Maybe. Maybe not. I'll never tell.”

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nbsp; Brandon just shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his wine.

  “My conversation with your grandmother was pretty interesting,” I said as I buttered a dinner role.

  “I was a little curious about that. I thought she might take a special interest in you.”

  “She approves of your hiring me. She also seems happy that we are dating.”

  “I figured she would be. My grandmother is pretty open minded. She also speaks her mind.”

  “Yes, she does.”

  “Oh no. What did she say?” Brandon asked with a blend of amusement and slight concern.

  “Nothing much.” I smiled at him and took a sip of wine.

  “Ashley...don't be a tease.”

  “I thought you liked being teased?” I replied.

  “That's different. Come on, what did she say?'

  “Alright. It is not particularly attractive to see you beg. Well, not this type of begging.”

  Brandon just looked at me. He was waiting. I'd had my fun. I decided not to string him along any longer.

  “She happened to mention, in her opinion, that you . . . um . . . have tended to think with your penis more than your brain when it comes to relationships with women.”

  Brandon just shook his head and laughed.

  “Why does that not surprise me. She offer any other opinions?”

  “Well, she believes you make good business decisions. In the case of hiring me, she said both your personal and business decisions were excellent.”

  “Did she now?”

  “Well, I don't think she used the word 'excellent,' but that was the gist of it.”

  “Can't argue with her there,” he said raising his wine glass. “To an excellent decision.”

  We touched glasses and laughed. It had been such a short time, but being with Brandon was easy. Easy on the eyes. Easy conversation. Easy sex.

  Sex with Brandon felt incredible. It's not that I had never had an orgasm before him. But with Brandon my orgasms were much more intense. More pleasurable.

  I hadn't even needed to fake it with him. So far, the sex was that amazing. I couldn't imagine it getting any better but Chelsea had enthralled me with tales of kinky sex. Apparently, and I only had her word to go on, I was still rather innocent in the bedroom.

  I sat across from Brandon with a goofy grin on my face, still a bit dazzled that I was working for and dating one of the sexiest, most desired men on the planet. Was it possible that he would remain satisfied with an innocent like me?

  Did I want more adventure myself? For once in my life, I felt as though my inhibitions were peeling away. I was pondering how adventurous I wanted to get later that night.

  “Brandon, sweetie?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Can I ask you something about our little adventure in your office last night?”

  He raised an eyebrow.

  “What about it?”

  “What did you think?”

  “Ashley, it was amazing. Sex with you has been incredible every time.”

  “Thanks. But that's not what I was asking. I mean . . . I don't have the experience you have and well . . . I want it to be enough for you.”

  “Ashley, you were sexy. It turned me on, in case you couldn't tell. Why? Would you like more?”

  I blushed. “I don't know . . . Maybe a little. My experiences haven't exactly been on the wild side in the past.”

  I swallowed and licked my lips. “Have you ever done the dominant and submissive thing?” I asked.

  “I guess that depends. I think there are ranges or levels to it. Last night, for instance, was tame. Don't get me wrong. It was fabulous. I don't know how far we could rate it on that sort of scale, though.”

  “Oh, I see.”

  “Ashley, I'm happy with how things are progressing with us right now. Sex with you is exciting as hell right now.”

  Brandon had a wicked grin. “But that doesn't mean that I would turn down any fantasy of yours.”

  “So there is more we can explore then?”

  “I love sex with you. I realize I'm more experienced. But that doesn't matter. It's different with you. In a good way. More sensual. More intimate. And, I must say, you are smokin' hot in bed.”

  “Brandon, you've awoken things in me. I feel more sexually alive. I feel sexier. I guess I'm feeling more playful. Even a bit naughty.”

  “What exactly are you thinking of?” Brandon asked.

  “I don't know.”

  I knew I must be the color of the wine in our glasses by now. I wondered if anyone around us could hear our conversation. I must sound like some sex starved nymphomaniac. It didn't help that Brandon seemed to be enjoying this conversation.

  “Nothing over the top, no pun intended. No whips and chains or choke collars. Maybe a little more than last night. That's all I'm suggesting.”

  Brandon leaned forward and placed his hand on mine. His touch always excited me. He was gentle while smoldering hot at the same time.

  “Ashley, the sex is already fantastic. But, I can't deny that getting a little kinkier is a turn on.”

  “Is that a 'yes'?”

  “Yes. I might have a few ideas,” Brandon replied.

  “Come here Mr. Sexy CEO.” We leaned in toward each other and kissed.

  Our dinner arrived and we enjoyed a wonderful meal. I expressed how much I enjoyed the food and ambiance. Brandon promised that we would eat there again. We strolled into Central Park arm-in-arm for our romantic horse and carriage ride.

  The evening air had turned cooler. I was glad. We cuddled under a light blanket as we rode the horse-drawn carriage through Central Park. We also got a few erotic squeezes in without being noticed.

  Central Park was an oasis in the middle of the bustling city. Riding along the winding trails of the park was like a fairytale. Brandon and I shared a tender kiss and then I leaned in and nestled against his chest. It was a perfect romantic introduction to my new life in New York City.

  Our 45 minute ride came to an end. I had enjoyed that time with Brandon under the stars and trees. Brandon tipped the driver and then assisted me out of the carriage. He took me by the hand.

  “My place is a short walk from here,” he said as we began strolling out of the park.

  “Do you have a view of Central Park?” I asked.

  “Yes. You can see over the top of the park and to the buildings surrounding it. A great view. Day or night. Tonight, I'm looking forward to a different view.”

  “As long as you do more than look.”

  “I promise,” he said kissing me on top of my head. “We have the walk signal, let's cross.”

  We crossed the street and approached the front door to his building. The doorman greeted us as he held open the door.

  “Good evening, Mr. Mitchell. Good evening, Miss.”

  “Good evening, Thomas,” said Brandon.

  The lobby of his building was beautiful with a lot of marble.

  “The main elevators go to every floor. The elevator at the end of the hall is private and express to the Penthouse,” Brandon told me as he pulled out a key card to access his private elevator. I don't know why Brandon living in the penthouse surprised me. I guess a lot of this was still so new to me.

  I was sure the penthouse was luxurious. I had no doubt that the view of Central Park was impressive. They say everything is bigger in Texas, but Brandon's world was proving to be incredible. And none of that mattered to me. My excitement was for the sexual rapture that I knew awaited me.

  Chapter 8

  It didn't take long to reach the Penthouse. The elevator doors opened into the living room. A wall of windows offered a sweeping view of Central Park and its surrounding buildings. A large terrace ran the full length of the Penthouse.

  The inside was modern and almost minimalist. It was not empty or cold though. Warm art adorned the walls. There were also framed photos of Brandon with family and friends.

  The leather furniture looked comfortable. Glass and polished metal t
ables were like the ones in his office. Mounted to the wall above the fireplace was a large plasma TV.

  “That is great for watching Yankees games. Although, I prefer to go in person, when I can,” he said as he took off his sport coat and draped it over the back of one of the living room chairs.

  “Do you like baseball?” he asked.

  “Sorry. Not really. My dad loves it though.”

  “Is he a Yankees fan? Wait. Maybe the Rangers or Astros?”

  “Well, the Rangers are in Arlington, near Dallas. The Astros are in Houston. The Austin metro area is sort of in-between. So, I guess, either could be his team . . .”

  “Sounds like you're trying to avoid answering the question, Ms. Sullivan,” he said as he looped his arms around my waist.

  “Um. . . my dad is from New England. Maine.”

  “A Red Sox fan?!” Brandon grabbed his chest. “Say it isn't so?!” he teased.

  “Sorry. So. He'd say the same about you being a Yankees fan.”

  “Good thing I like you so much,” he said as he kissed me on the cheek.

  “I figure I'll avoid mentioning the Yankees to my dad just yet.”

  “Have you said anything to your family . . . about us?”

  “Not yet. I will. It's just kinda soon to mention it to them. You have no idea how they can be. Especially my mom.”

  “No need to explain. How about a tour?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Brandon showed me around the downstairs. Off the living room there was a gourmet chef's kitchen and a formal dining room. Down a hall was a study, a guest bedroom and bathroom, and a half-bath. A winding staircase led upstairs. Brandon showed me four large bedrooms, each with their own bathroom.

  “I've saved the best for last,” he said as he took me by the hand and led me down the long hallway. At the end of the hall were two large double doors. He opened them and led me into the master bedroom. His bedroom was quite large, complete with a furnished sitting area. Windows offered a similar view of Central Park as from the living room downstairs.

  A large king-sized bed looked almost small in the room. The master bathroom was as nice as any five-star resort. Monogrammed towels and a robe hung from hooks.