this
kind of an effect on me. This was exactly what he was trying to accomplish, and
I knew better than to let him have what he wanted. With the firm decision to
actively block any compromising thoughts of him, I closed my eyes.
That didn’t stop me from dreaming compromising
dreams all night, though.
CHAPTER
6
ZAYDEN
I was surprised by Aria’s progress on her paper so
far. Over the past few years running the company, I had grown cynical of women,
and the thought of them as intellectual beings had not crossed my mind since my
MBA days. It probably had to do with not working with many smart ones. But man,
this girl was bright. Had I not been dallying with her with the intention of
getting into her pants, I might even have offered her a long-term analyst
position at the bank. She would crawl up the ranks quickly with her
out-of-the-box thinking and passionate articulations of ideas on the impact of
individual economic status on large-scale growth of a national economy.
Unfortunately, some other institution would be lucky to have her as an asset,
since I had already decided on utilizing a whole different set of her talents;
hopefully she had those talents, even though she was a virgin. Oh, who was I
kidding, I was going to enjoy every minute of it even if she just lay there
like a rock. Getting her to lay down next to me was going to be the hardest
part.
I was doing everything I could: researching her
favorite cuisines, offering to hang out in her comfort-zone, even helping her
with homework. But it wasn’t enough. I had to do more. Suddenly, I had a flash
of inspiration and logged onto the MBA homepage of my alma mater.
If I submitted her abstract for publication in their
Economist Tribune, they would jump to accept it purely based on my
recommendation. I could gladly throw some money at them if that helped, but I
did more than enough to uphold the university’s financial standing. There was
no way they would decline something that came from me. I had to be careful,
though, in letting her know just how much influence I had on their decision.
She needed to know that it would not have happened without me, but her pride
would suffer if she didn’t feel she merited the publication. In order to get
her running into my arms, I had to find the perfect balance between the two.
I had begun working on the submission when she
walked in.
“It’s almost six, did you want me here tonight?”
“Of course, every night. Didn’t we go over this?” I
looked up at her.
She frowned. “You just look busy is all, I wasn’t
sure-”
“Seriously, every night.”
“Did you get a chance to go through my paper yet?”
“Yes.” I chose my words very carefully. “It’s
promising, but certainly needs more work and some solid data.”
She bought my bluff and her face fell. All the
better for when she would finally learn about the publication. I felt a rush of
excitement. If that didn’t do it, I didn’t know what would.
“I knew it,” she said in a disappointed voice. “I am
sorry for putting you through reading that crap. You don’t have to help me with
it if it’s beyond hope. I don’t want to waste your time on something that
sucks.”
“If you only knew how much time I waste on things
that sucked,” I winked.
She gasped. “That’s awful. And 23.”
“Huh?” 23 what? What was she talking about?
“Since the beginning of our contract, you have
objectified or insulted women a total of 23 times.”
“You’ve been counting?” I widened my eyes.
“Not consciously until about 17,” she shrugged
helplessly.
“Does it really bother you that much?”
“Men are all a bunch of pigs who cannot think
without their dicks for more than five seconds in a row,” she said with so much
feisty passion; she was turning me on. “How did that feel?”
“Like the truth,” I smiled.
She pursed her lips. “You are beyond hope.”
“Your paper doesn’t suck,” I replied without
thinking.
“But you just
kind of an effect on me. This was exactly what he was trying to accomplish, and
I knew better than to let him have what he wanted. With the firm decision to
actively block any compromising thoughts of him, I closed my eyes.
That didn’t stop me from dreaming compromising
dreams all night, though.
CHAPTER
6
ZAYDEN
I was surprised by Aria’s progress on her paper so
far. Over the past few years running the company, I had grown cynical of women,
and the thought of them as intellectual beings had not crossed my mind since my
MBA days. It probably had to do with not working with many smart ones. But man,
this girl was bright. Had I not been dallying with her with the intention of
getting into her pants, I might even have offered her a long-term analyst
position at the bank. She would crawl up the ranks quickly with her
out-of-the-box thinking and passionate articulations of ideas on the impact of
individual economic status on large-scale growth of a national economy.
Unfortunately, some other institution would be lucky to have her as an asset,
since I had already decided on utilizing a whole different set of her talents;
hopefully she had those talents, even though she was a virgin. Oh, who was I
kidding, I was going to enjoy every minute of it even if she just lay there
like a rock. Getting her to lay down next to me was going to be the hardest
part.
I was doing everything I could: researching her
favorite cuisines, offering to hang out in her comfort-zone, even helping her
with homework. But it wasn’t enough. I had to do more. Suddenly, I had a flash
of inspiration and logged onto the MBA homepage of my alma mater.
If I submitted her abstract for publication in their
Economist Tribune, they would jump to accept it purely based on my
recommendation. I could gladly throw some money at them if that helped, but I
did more than enough to uphold the university’s financial standing. There was
no way they would decline something that came from me. I had to be careful,
though, in letting her know just how much influence I had on their decision.
She needed to know that it would not have happened without me, but her pride
would suffer if she didn’t feel she merited the publication. In order to get
her running into my arms, I had to find the perfect balance between the two.
I had begun working on the submission when she
walked in.
“It’s almost six, did you want me here tonight?”
“Of course, every night. Didn’t we go over this?” I
looked up at her.
She frowned. “You just look busy is all, I wasn’t
sure-”
“Seriously, every night.”
“Did you get a chance to go through my paper yet?”
“Yes.” I chose my words very carefully. “It’s
promising, but certainly needs more work and some solid data.”
She bought my bluff and her face fell. All the
better for when she would finally learn about the publication. I felt a rush of
excitement. If that didn’t do it, I didn’t know what would.
“I knew it,” she said in a disappointed voice. “I am
sorry for putting you through reading that crap. You don’t have to help me with
it if it’s beyond hope. I don’t want to waste your time on something that
sucks.”
“If you only knew how much time I waste on things
that sucked,” I winked.
She gasped. “That’s awful. And 23.”
“Huh?” 23 what? What was she talking about?
“Since the beginning of our contract, you have
objectified or insulted women a total of 23 times.”
“You’ve been counting?” I widened my eyes.
“Not consciously until about 17,” she shrugged
helplessly.
“Does it really bother you that much?”
“Men are all a bunch of pigs who cannot think
without their dicks for more than five seconds in a row,” she said with so much
feisty passion; she was turning me on. “How did that feel?”
“Like the truth,” I smiled.
She pursed her lips. “You are beyond hope.”
“Your paper doesn’t suck,” I replied without
thinking.
“But you just
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