Corporate Ties (Silken Ties Book 1) (3 page)

"Let's get out of here," he whispered. "Your place or mine?"

"Yours."

He kissed her roughly, cupping her breast, rubbing his thumb over her hardening nipple. She glanced over to Rachel who mouthed, "See you tomorrow."

Olivia retrieved her purse, and the mystery man led her back through the parting crowd with purpose, out of the building and around the corner toward the parking garage. Once inside he pushed her up against the exposed brick wall and kissed her again, exploring her mouth with his tongue, grinding his hardness against her, all the while using his hand to knead her breast. It was driving Olivia half mad with lust. At this rate, there was no way they were going to make it back to his apartment. Reaching down, Olivia undid his belt and then his slacks, grasping the hard member tenting his briefs. He moaned and thrust into her hand.

She pushed away, reaching into her bra, retrieving one of her specially made condoms. With a raised eyebrow he watched as she placed it onto her tongue, melting away the sugar/gelatin wrapper with her body-temperature saliva. His chest was heaving as she bent down, exposing him and sheathing him to the base with one long motion of her mouth.

“Oh, God,” he gasped, moaning low in his throat.

Cupping his balls, she moved up his cock in a swirling motion, and before leaving him, her tongue made one last laving circuit around its head. He was panting when she straightened.

She turned to face the wall. With exaggerated movements, she braced her hands against cold brick, bent at the waist and pushed her hips back toward him. Looking at him over her shoulder, she parted her legs in invitation, giving him a tantalizing look at her glistening pussy through her wet and now transparent wisp of underwear.

"I knew it.” He grabbed her hips and leaned down against her back, licking across her ear “The minute I saw you, I knew you liked it a little rough, just like I do."

Sliding her dress over her toned, heart-shaped ass, he hooked the fingers of both hands over the thin straps of her thong, and pulled the whisper-light fabric roughly down her thighs. They dropped to her ankles and she kicked them away.

Olivia’s teeth nipped at her bottom lip. She wanted him to hurry, but he took his time, knowing the possibility of being discovered at any moment would heighten her excitement.

Teasing her, he ran the broad mushroom head of his cock up and down her wet slit, and heard her moan in response. Finally he inserted the smooth, purple head into her, rotating his hips slowly, moving until all nine inches were deliciously buried inside her.

"Bend lower," he hissed.

Olivia, who could only pant her agreement, pushed back against him and bent further from the waist, arching her back. He thrust faster and harder now, fingers dimpling her skin. Olivia squeezed and clenched her inner muscles as she reached one hand between her legs. Finding her swollen and throbbing bud, she began moving two fingers against her slick, pleasure center and felt the first flutter of orgasm.

"Shit," he growled, pounding harder and harder until the loud slap of his balls on her ass echoed around the garage.

She squeezed around him again, clamping down hard, gasping in surprise as she quickly rose on the crest of her orgasm, and, was swept over the edge. With a prolonged groan, she surrendered to wave after wave of powerful spasms.

Hearing her groan, feeling her contract around him and then begin to pulsate was more than he could take.  He made a grinding thrust, ramming himself to the hilt before roaring with pleasure, and shooting pulse after pulse of hot semen into the condom.

They stood connected that way, his chest to her back, panting, until he drew in one deep breath and held it. As he let it out, he uncoiled the arm pinning her to him, peeled away from her and stood.

Olivia hoped he wasn't done, because she needed more, so much more. She stood, slowly pushing her dress back down. He smiled, pulling her back to him, kissing her deeply, and turning what could have been an awkward moment into something nice. Having both put their clothes back in place, he took her hand again.

"I guess we should be able to make it to your apartment, now."

He chuckled. "Good thing it's not far."

He was right. He used his key in the garage elevator and twelve floors later they were inside his apartment. It had a great view and a modern feel. He was doing very well for himself she decided. He dropped his keys on the hall table and turned to her.

"Can I get you something?"

She cocked an eyebrow; he smiled and shook his head. "Something to drink?"

"Oh, water’s fine."

He led the way to the kitchen, allowing her to admire him from behind. He handed her a bottle of Evian and they both took several sips, simply taking a moment to study each other.

"So, do you live around here too?"

A wry smile curled across her lips. "You don't really want to get to know me, do you? This is just about the sex, isn't it?"

"It doesn't have to be, but that's fine with me. How about a shower?"

"Sounds good." They took several more sips of water and then he led her down the hall to the master bath. Olivia unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it from his shoulders. Then with one motion, she pulled her dress over her head.

"Out of condoms?" he teased.

She reached for her clutch and pulled out a strip of twelve, and smiled. "Never."

"That may not be enough; luckily I have some, too."

Olivia could sense he hadn't been getting what he needed. He didn't want some shrinking violet, he wanted someone who would ask for what they needed and give that back to him without a whimper. After several hours of the hottest sex she'd had in a very long time, they drifted off to sleep. She woke before dawn, and slipped out of bed, gathered her things and left. No numbers, no awkward promises to call, just a great night of pleasure.

When she got home she took another shower, smiling as she ran her hands up and down her body, remembering every move from the night before. A sensual dance of two bodies, two people who'd wanted the same thing. She sighed as she pulled the towel around her. In a few hours she had to be back at work. Tomorrow was Friday, and the head of Matasuki would be in town for Saturday’s charity Gala, where she'd meet him for the first time. She'd already gotten a gown, but now...maybe she needed something special. Luckily she knew someone.

When she got to the office she dialed a number and waited. "Hey Mikey, I need a gown for Saturday. I know you already got me one, but now I need to not just look good, I need to look spectacular. I know, I know, I owe you. Thanks." She clunked the phone down and then picked it back up again. "Stuart, I need those files I asked for. No, now. I'm sorry, but you told me you'd get them to me yesterday and now it's already mid morning. Want me to send Linda over? Okay, thanks."

She leaned back into the soft leather of her chair and thought for a moment. She needed every advantage in order to be successful. She'd already Googled Matasuki of course, but there had to be more than the usual standard profile information. Things they didn't put out in press releases about the head of their company.

She reached down into the box Stuart
had
brought and pulled out the next file. It was labeled ‘Acquisitions’ and contained information on all firms acquired by Dolby in the last two years. She flipped through the folder and noticed something odd. Matasuki had been represented by several marketing, accounting, advertising, and law firms in the last two years and acquired several of them. Why didn't they have in-house services of their own by now, then? "I remember this one," she thought. She remembered because a friend of hers used to work there. She sat forward and buzzed her assistant. "Linda, will you get me Dana Livingston, yes in my personal Rolodex, thank you."

Olivia remembered Dana telling her there had been an overture, but that Billingsley would never sell, he wanted his son to take over. Then suddenly there was a scandalous cheating incident involving the elder Mr. Billingsley and the stock took a dive. That the information was false didn’t matter, since the damage was already done. His company in tatters, his personal fortune reduced, Billingsley had a stroke or something and died after only a few days. His son sold the company for a song and that was that.

The intercom buzzed. "Dana's on the line."

Olivia pressed the button. "Dana, good to talk to you. Yes, it's been way too long. I was wondering if you could have lunch with me today. Great, what time?" She asked looking at her watch. "No, one's fine. At Parm. I'll see you there."

She kept reading. It appeared several of the more contentious acquisitions were associated with scandal, or death, and ended with a leveraged buyout, a hostile take-over or a straight sale from a remaining relative or board.

"I know business is cut-throat, but this is ridiculous."

"Already talking to yourself Olivia?" asked Stuart as he entered.

"I'm afraid so. Did you
read
all these files Stuart?"

"Most of them. I just..."

Olivia rested back in her chair again and frowned.

"Okay, Okay, just the ones on the main company,” Stuart admitted.

"The one on top?"

"It was a thick one," he said sheepishly.

She shook her head.

She looked at the file on her desk. "This is all you brought? One file?"

"Believe it or not, there isn't much that's not on the web. He keeps things close to the vest, I guess."

"Hmm, that just makes me wonder what he's hiding."

"You have everything, now. And I emailed you the electronic file...so, I guess that's it."

Olivia was still in deep thought. "Oh, yeah, thanks, Stuart." She watched him leave and then rose and followed him out. "I'll be down in legal and then I'm going to lunch. I should be back by three," she told Linda.

"You have your cell, right?"

"My cell." She had a habit of leaving it behind and sure enough it was still on her desk. She retrieved it from its cradle on the desk, placed it in her small bag and slipped the strap over her shoulder. "Yes, I have my cell."

Linda smiled. "All right, see you later then."

"Oh and if Mikey delivers my dresses, just hang them on the back of the door."

When she got to the main floor, she walked down the hall and leaned against a door jamb, softly knocking with her knuckle.

The chair turned and the man grinned. "Olivia, what brings you down to the lower levels?"

Olivia chuckled and shut the door behind her. "I need your help, Paul."

"Sure, sure, Olivia, have a seat. Now, what is it?" An old friend of her lawyer’s, she'd known Paul for years, in fact, it was he who suggested she put her resume in here at Dolby, Inc.

"I've just been given my first account to handle on my own, and well, I need more information than what's on the books, so to speak."

"Really? Who's the client?"

"Matasuki International."

Paul looked down at his desk and sighed. "Who'd you piss off?"

"I don't think anyone. All this has to be between us, Paul. What can you tell me?"

"I looked into them when I worked at the Bureau."

"I was right to come to you. Something just isn't right about them."

Paul shook his head. "I couldn't prove anything, they're pretty slick. They skirt just inside the law. But you're right," he smiled. "You would have made a great agent. You've got the instinct for it. Matasuki is ruthless and they get what they want by whatever means necessary, Olivia."

"What do you know about the man himself?"

"Isamu?" She nodded. "Not much, but I can get you copies of the files...just between us."

"Of course, and thank you, Paul, can I also get acquisitions? I have the past two years, but I need to go back further. I really need to be prepared. How soon can you get them to me?"

Paul shrugged, "Tomorrow morning?"

"Fine, thanks again."

Paul stood and walked her to the door. "Be careful, Olivia. This isn't a game with him."

She nodded. "I will."

He opened the door and watched her walk to the elevator. "
And why wouldn't he want you, Olivia?"

She hailed a cab and waited for Dana to join her. She smiled when she saw her friend coming through the door and the two hugged.

"God, it's been ages," she said, full of Jersey accent.

"It has. You're the one that got married. Now, I hardly see you anymore."

"He's fantastic though, I could not be happier. So what's up, you didn't come down here just to see me?"

"Actually I did. I need to talk to you about Billingsly. I know you were close to Jeffry."

Her eyes expressed the sadness of her friend’s loss. "He was like a father to me, actually. What's this about Liv?"

"Dolby is trying to get Matasuki as a client and I've been given the assignment."

"Well, give it back, Liv.” Dana grabbed her arm. “Don't get involved with them in any way." Now she leaned in, looking around the restaurant. "I don't for one minute think Jeffry had a stroke. I think they killed him,
and
they intimidated Junior to the point of a near breakdown. He never would have sold the business. His father built it from the ground up, with blood sweat and tears. I mean it, Liv, let it go. There'll be other clients. Tell your boss, it's not worth it."