Her Alpha Lover: A Draken and Charli Boxed Set by Amanda Richensexi

during the meeting must be obeyed and followed. If you choose not to comply with them, you will not be invited back. See #2.
     
    6) You will not touch any of the meeting attendees, including me, during meeting time unless I authorize it. I may touch you without inhibition, naturally. If there is unauthorized contact between you and any other attendee, he will be thrown out of the meeting and you will be disciplined.
     
    7) During or after the meeting, upon request and at my discretion you may be awarded an orgasm.
     
    8) As always, nobody attending the meeting will record, share, or otherwise disclose any information about the entertainment portion of the meeting. If containment somehow fails and your reputation and job with GudRelashuns.com are adversely affected, your role as Special Meeting Facilitator for Almatto Tech Sport terminates immediately and I will award you a fair settlement, as determined by our lawyers.
     
    In plainspeak, Charli—our lips are sealed here at ATS and if you try to screw me over by spilling the dirt yourself, you'll be screwed in court. No offense, but I have to cover my ass.
     
    I'll be flying back to the States early in the morning, so please contact my assistant with any questions.
     
    Otherwise...keep your clit perky until I see you,
     
    —DA
     
     
    TO: Draken Almatto
    FROM: Charli Fontina
    RE: Meeting Wednesday September 14
     
    Wow. Just...wow.
     
    For some reason I can't fathom right now, it seems I'll be seeing you Wednesday, Mr. Almatto.
     
    —Charli

Chapter 2
     
    "May I help you?"
    "Um," Charli said to the front desk attendant in the lobby of Seven Tech Tower. She leaned forward and lowered her voice so she wouldn't be overheard by the crowds behind her. "I'm here for the meeting with Mr. Almatto at 4:30. I'm not sure which conference room I'm supposed to, uh, be in today. Or even what floor."
    "Your name?" the young man said.
    "Charli Fontina."
    As he checked his list, Charli tugged nervously at the three-quarter-length sleeves of her dress. Lord, the midnight blue garment felt...slinky. Though she had to admit it fit the curves of her petite body like a glove, ending well above her bare knees and tailored with generous darts for the bust. It had arrived yesterday, sent to her apartment by evening courier, and its short skirt, low neckline, and silky fabric would not let her forget for one moment the man who'd sent it to her.
    Draken Almatto. With a brief note: Here's something for tomorrow. It'll show the outline of your ginormous nipples even if you decide to wear one of your granny bras.
    Charli had spent the rest of the night sputtering. Did he actually call your nipples ginormous? Asshole!
    She wasn't going to wear it. She'd vowed not to. But then she had.
    And not with a granny bra this time. She'd dug through her dresser drawers till she'd found the raciest bra she had.
    Foolish of her, she thought now. Because she still had doubts about coming here today. That outrageous last email from Draken had almost caused her to back out. A blush flooded her cheeks just imagining what Draken Almatto's assistant, Matthew, must have thought to receive a copy.
    If that memory alone was enough to make her blush, she knew she was toast. Because it was likely nothing to what was in store for her today...
    "Ah, yes. You'll be going to the thirty-eighth floor, Ms. Fontina."
    "Oh," she said uncertainly. "Is that all the way to the top?"
    "Not quite. It's the executive conference room. This is a meeting of his top executives. If you could hold on a moment, he wants me to let him know when you've arrived." He leaned forward behind the counter and entered something on his keyboard.
    "Oh, I see." Charli couldn't stop herself from blushing again.
    A few minutes later, the man looked up, his expression schooled into blandness. "Ms. Fontina, Mr. Almatto wants me to ask you a few questions. First, are you wearing any panties under that dress?"
    Charli's face flamed. She glanced around to