don’t think so. You should take on less work, Camila.”
Now I’m pissed! I’ve been working so many hours a day and sometimes not even eating. My stress is hitting the roof, and I’m dealing with so much shit with some of these companies. It’s not my fault I didn’t tell Sharp right away. The security of our client’s site is more important. “No! I know what I’m doing, and I felt as though handling the issues and then telling you was the right thing to do.”
“Well, you’re wrong.”
“Why are you so mean? What did I do?”
“Get out, Camila.”
Fuming with irritation, I push my chair out and quickly stand up. “You know what? I’m done! Fuck off, Sharp.”
Storming out of the conference room I walk to my office and grab my purse. I don’t need this shit. I already have so much to deal with at home. This is supposed to be my escape, yet I’m almost in tears. How can he talk to people like that? He doesn’t know me, and I’ve been doing so well.
Natalie comes in just as I’m about to walk out. “Nat, I’m leaving. Just text me later.”
“Sharp wants you to go back in the conference room, Babe.”
I glare at her. Is she kidding me? “No! He yelled at me for no reason!”
“Give him a chance. He’s going through a lot, and when he’s stressed out he yells. But he doesn’t mean it. I’ve been telling him anger management will do him some good.”
“I won’t be treated like this, Nat. I dealt with this crap with Henry. Not again.”
Natalie takes my hand and smiles. “Just give him a chance.”
Putting down my purse, I leave my office and head back to the conference room. Since Sharp’s away, this is the only way we can communicate. He can’t see me, thank God. My hands shake and the sweat builds along my forehead. Shit, I can do this. I want this job. I need this job.
“You wanted me?”
“Have a seat.”
“I’d rather stand.” I can’t sit down.
“I insist, Camila. Have a seat.”
“Fine.” I do as he says, crossing my legs and smoothing my gray pencil skirt. I bounce my foot up and down, annoyed I’m still here. “What’s your issue anyway? You’ve been nothing but awesome to me and now all of a sudden you’re an asshole?”
“Touch yourself.”
“I’m sorry! What?” I stammer. He’s got to be kidding me. How the fuck is this possible? I can’t do this.
But why am I instantly wet?
“Touch. Yourself. Raise. Your. Skirt. And. Take. Off. Your. Panties.”
His deep baritone voice makes my panties run off me and into his lap. Fuck, it’s hot. But I put on my poker face and don’t let him know I’m affected by his words. Although he can’t see me, he can hear me. I need to keep my voice calm and steady. I can’t crack.
“Not doing it. There’s no point, and this is so unprofessional. So, if you don’t have anything else I’ll be on my way.” My heart’s wildly beating. Fuck. Is this real life?
“Is the sound of my voice turning you on?” His voice resonates through the room. I look around. “No one can see us if that’s what you’re worried about. No one will walk in. It’s just you and me, Camila.”
“Cam,” I correct him. “My name is Cam.”
“And?”
“I would appreciate it if you call me Cam.” I am not going to ask him nicely. This man doesn’t deserve my manners.
“Move your hand and spread your legs.” I feel the moisture growing in my aching pussy. She’s missing the love. Fuck, I can’t hold it in. I slide my hand in between my legs and let out a moan I’ve been hold in. “There you go. Nice and easy,” he whispers. “Swirl your fingers around your wet clit and keep your legs wide open,” he instructs.
I stop thinking and let myself go. I don’t feel weird anymore. It’s a bit humiliating, sitting here in the conference room getting myself off, but at this moment I don’t care. Soft moans slip past my lips as his breathing increases. I love the sound he’s making over the phone. I love what
Now I’m pissed! I’ve been working so many hours a day and sometimes not even eating. My stress is hitting the roof, and I’m dealing with so much shit with some of these companies. It’s not my fault I didn’t tell Sharp right away. The security of our client’s site is more important. “No! I know what I’m doing, and I felt as though handling the issues and then telling you was the right thing to do.”
“Well, you’re wrong.”
“Why are you so mean? What did I do?”
“Get out, Camila.”
Fuming with irritation, I push my chair out and quickly stand up. “You know what? I’m done! Fuck off, Sharp.”
Storming out of the conference room I walk to my office and grab my purse. I don’t need this shit. I already have so much to deal with at home. This is supposed to be my escape, yet I’m almost in tears. How can he talk to people like that? He doesn’t know me, and I’ve been doing so well.
Natalie comes in just as I’m about to walk out. “Nat, I’m leaving. Just text me later.”
“Sharp wants you to go back in the conference room, Babe.”
I glare at her. Is she kidding me? “No! He yelled at me for no reason!”
“Give him a chance. He’s going through a lot, and when he’s stressed out he yells. But he doesn’t mean it. I’ve been telling him anger management will do him some good.”
“I won’t be treated like this, Nat. I dealt with this crap with Henry. Not again.”
Natalie takes my hand and smiles. “Just give him a chance.”
Putting down my purse, I leave my office and head back to the conference room. Since Sharp’s away, this is the only way we can communicate. He can’t see me, thank God. My hands shake and the sweat builds along my forehead. Shit, I can do this. I want this job. I need this job.
“You wanted me?”
“Have a seat.”
“I’d rather stand.” I can’t sit down.
“I insist, Camila. Have a seat.”
“Fine.” I do as he says, crossing my legs and smoothing my gray pencil skirt. I bounce my foot up and down, annoyed I’m still here. “What’s your issue anyway? You’ve been nothing but awesome to me and now all of a sudden you’re an asshole?”
“Touch yourself.”
“I’m sorry! What?” I stammer. He’s got to be kidding me. How the fuck is this possible? I can’t do this.
But why am I instantly wet?
“Touch. Yourself. Raise. Your. Skirt. And. Take. Off. Your. Panties.”
His deep baritone voice makes my panties run off me and into his lap. Fuck, it’s hot. But I put on my poker face and don’t let him know I’m affected by his words. Although he can’t see me, he can hear me. I need to keep my voice calm and steady. I can’t crack.
“Not doing it. There’s no point, and this is so unprofessional. So, if you don’t have anything else I’ll be on my way.” My heart’s wildly beating. Fuck. Is this real life?
“Is the sound of my voice turning you on?” His voice resonates through the room. I look around. “No one can see us if that’s what you’re worried about. No one will walk in. It’s just you and me, Camila.”
“Cam,” I correct him. “My name is Cam.”
“And?”
“I would appreciate it if you call me Cam.” I am not going to ask him nicely. This man doesn’t deserve my manners.
“Move your hand and spread your legs.” I feel the moisture growing in my aching pussy. She’s missing the love. Fuck, I can’t hold it in. I slide my hand in between my legs and let out a moan I’ve been hold in. “There you go. Nice and easy,” he whispers. “Swirl your fingers around your wet clit and keep your legs wide open,” he instructs.
I stop thinking and let myself go. I don’t feel weird anymore. It’s a bit humiliating, sitting here in the conference room getting myself off, but at this moment I don’t care. Soft moans slip past my lips as his breathing increases. I love the sound he’s making over the phone. I love what
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