Free Cater to Me by Vanessa Devereaux Page A

opted to change out of my jeans and t-shirt and into my white blouse and black skirt. Judging by his business suit, he liked the professional look.
    “I’m not only here to apologize in person but to ask what I can do to make this up to you…I mean, other than refunding your money.”
    “Damn right you’re going to refund my money.” He stood, walked around to the front of his desk, and pressed his butt against its edge. He placed one ankle over the other before crossing his arms over his chest.
    My heart beat faster, no longer from apprehension but from pure lust. My panties were getting damp and my pussy began somersaulting.
    “Why don’t you have a seat?”
    The chair was just a few inches from me, but I was sure my legs wouldn’t carry me even that far.
    “Please,” he said, pointing to the chair.
    I grabbed its arm, slid my butt into it, and crossed my legs, not realizing my skirt had ridden up. He looked at my thighs, and I glanced at his crotch. There was a bulge there, and suddenly I wanted to push him back flat on his desk, open his zipper, pull out his cock, and stick it inside me.
    “Ms. Withers, you look miles away.”
    “What, who… I’m sorry. It’s been a busy morning.”
    “I asked how long you’ve been in business.”
    “Just five weeks,” I said, suddenly regretting I’d added the just part to my response.
    “First time in the catering business?”
    “Yes, but I worked for two companies before I decided to launch my own.”
    “What I did taste of the food was great.” He uncrossed his legs, and the bulge, if I wasn’t mistaken, had grown larger. I swallowed and licked my lips.
    “Like I said, no charge, and also I’ll cater the next luncheon free of charge for you, and I’ll…” I stood, knowing I had to get out of this office before I jumped on him and ripped all his clothes off. Yeah, like things weren’t embarrassing enough for me already.
    “Come here,” he said, beckoning me with his finger.
    I took a deep breath, feeling almost compelled to do what he asked.
    As I stepped closer he pulled on the front of my blouse and eased me in close to him. His face was mere inches from mine.
    “You feel that spark of electricity too?” he asked.
    I closed my eyes. Man, oh man, it wasn’t only me who was experiencing it. Thank god for that.
    He grabbed my hand and pushed it down onto his crotch. He was hard…and big, and it was at that very second that I knew I wouldn’t be satisfied leaving the office until I’d had his cock inside me.
    I kissed him while squeezing his dick.
    “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked.
    I nodded. Oh yeah, do I ever .
    “Seeing how you messed up my catering order, I should send you away denying you your wish, but everyone deserves a second chance. However, you have to learn a lesson first.”
    Anything, I almost begged him.
    He took off his jacket, threw it across the room onto the leather couch, and didn’t take his eyes off me as unbuttoned the cuffs on his sleeves and rolled them up. “Let’s step into the conference room, so I can teach you a few valuable things about being in business.”
    He took my hand, pushed open his office door, and led me down the hallway. No one else was about but I didn’t ask why the place was so empty. We entered a large room with a corner table decorated with the baby shower goodies. Embarrassment washed over me again. He hit a button on the wall, and the drapes on the window closed. He turned on the overhead lights then dimmed them so the room was cast into almost darkness, but just enough light shone for us to see one another.
    He turned to face me and pulled me in close. The tip of his erect cock twitched against my belly. “I’m going to teach you that if you do something wrong you have to pay the price.”
    He ran his hands up my back and I put mine on his shirt so I could remove it. “Hey, I’m in charge here, not you. Take your blouse off for me.” He walked away and sat in the chair