His Want by Ana Fawkes Page A

looked around, adjusted his tie, and looked at each of his executives who waited diligently like hungry dogs, hoping for a bone. 
    “Financials on the Henley Project are fine,” he spoke with a deep voice and calm tone.  “I want them in Los Angeles by three, their time, of course.”
    “Sir, that’s…”
    I could hear Mr. Black sigh from the distance I stood at.
    Another man jumped in front of him and tore the folder out of the other man’s hand.
    “Sir, I will personally see that these get where they are needed, when needed.”
    “There’s the spirit,” Mr. Black said.  “Someone who wants to work.”
    “I never said I didn’t want to work,” the first man said.  His voice sounded pathetic and whiney. 
    Mr. Black looked at him with contempt in his eyes.
    I was turned on.
    I wanted Mr. Black to do something wild.  Something crazy.  Something to live up to his reputation that hung in the office like a blinding fog.  Everyone feared the wrath of Jonathan Black.
    “We have a meeting at ten with two executives from ShingWorks International.  Postpone it.  Better yet, just close the deal.”
    “Close it, sir?” the second man asked.
    “Can you close it?”
    “Of course I can.  I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be the one…”
    Mr. Black put a hand to the man’s shoulder.  His hand looked gigantic, and I could see him squeezing.  Maybe too hard.  But the man remained silent.  He had no choice. 
    “I am the one, always.  Close the deal.”
    Mr. Black released his grip and walked away.
    Both men hurried to follow, along with the rest of the executives.  As they rushed by me, I could pick up on Mr. Black’s cologne, the strongest and sexiest of all the scents that attacked my senses.  The other men wore something that I assumed to be an attempt to be Jonathan Black.  The thing about Mr. Black is that he doesn’t have to try to be himself, he just is.  And that alone radiates a desire that I couldn’t help but eat up.
    He paused at the elevators and then pressed the up button.  The doors instantly opened and he pointed to the open elevator.
    “Go,” he commanded and the group of men shuffled inside. 
    He stood watching the doors close and I smiled. 
    He didn’t want to ride with them.
    They would have bothered him the entire ride up to the top floor of the building.
    I bit on my lip and started to step towards him.  I had no idea what I was doing other than following my lust.  They say men think with what’s between their legs but guess what?  Women can do the same.  The difference is that we’re more aware of ourselves and we have sensual spots lining our bodies… or at least I know I do.  My brain scrambled trying to imagine myself talking to him.  My lips quivered with excitement and a touch of fear.  My breasts were tender and aching, my nipples starting to feel extra sensitive in my shirt.  And of course, the sweetest spot between my legs, my sex itself burned, wanting Jonathan Black so bad.  Even my knees felt weak and as though I could fall.  My entire body was a system of sexual desire as I approached the hot billionaire CEO. 
    I, of course, froze a few feet behind him, trying to remain invisible but wishing I could just speak to him. 
    He pressed the up button again and waited. 
    This time the other set of doors opened.  He stepped inside and turned just as the doors started to close.  His eyes looked to mine and in a second – just a single second – I could feel my life change.  Anything I’d ever desired, fantasized, wanted, needed, hated, and loved… stared back at me in those eyes.  They were dark eyes with a hazel touch, eyes that didn’t seem to match his cold demeanor.  Eyes that perhaps held something deeper and more gentle than the rest of his wide shoulders, strong hands, and big size gave off. 
    To my shock, Jonathan Black put his hand out and kept the doors from closing.
    They slid back open and I remained frozen, staring at