Peach Salinger The meeting with the Japanese clients was overwhelming and Cole didn’t show up either. It was just Rhys and me. Part of the negotiation was in their language and I’m unable to keep up at some point.But it just amazes me how Rhys speaks the language so well. There’s just something raw and sexy about seeing a mature man speak Japanese so fluently. By the end of the three hours long meeting, I’m exhausted. While Rhys discusses some more information about the project with some of the clients, I head out of the conference room to grab something to eat.I’m a little relieved that he didn’t notice anything unusual about me when I stepped out of my room this morning. Nobody needs to know you had a sex dream about someone you aim to keep a neutral relationship with.I grab a cup of coffee to go from a cute coffe shop on the third floor and head back to the conference room. Halfway there, my phone buzzes in the pocket of my slacks and I pull it out to see a text from
Peach Salinger Rhys walks over to the sink and turns on the faucet, wetting a paper towel before handing it to me.“Here,” he says, his voice gentle. “This should help with the stain.”I take the towel from him, our fingers brushing for just a moment. I feel my pulse quicken from that slight touch and I’m already reconsidering being in this closed space with him. This isn’t a good idea.I start to dab at the tea stain on my blouse. The material is damp and slightly sticky, and I’m all too aware of how close Rhys is standing.“I’m really sorry about all this,” I mumble, keeping my eyes on the stain. “I should’ve been more careful.”“You don’t need to apologize. It was an accident, and that client was out of line. If anything, I should be the one apologizing.”I look up at him, surprised. “Why would you need to apologize?”“For putting you in a position where you felt like you had to defend yourself,” he says, his gaze intense. “You’re more than just an intern. You’re talented, an
Rhys Van AckerNext morning… I reach out, then open my eyes when my hands touch cool sheets. Slightly disoriented, I stare at the spot where Peach should be. I didn’t dream the night. It’s the sex, my dick says.It’s not the sex. Well, okay, it’s partly the sex. But I’ve never felt this way after sex with another woman. Making her lose herself isn’t just fun, it’s satisfying. I could spend the rest of my life doing it. I get out of bed and look around. Peach’s clothes and shoes aren’t strewn on the floor anymore. Did she go back to her room? For some reason, the thought annoys me,and then the annoyance annoys me more. I use the bathroom, brush my teeth and throw on a robe, then pad out of the room. My clothes turn out not to be strewn all over the floor, either. They’re draped over an armchair facing the TV. The memory of Peach kneeling and giving me head sends a hot rush of desire along my spine, making my cock stir.Down, boy. I’m not on the prowl right now.I registe
Peach Salinger I’m overwhelmed by it all. Last night was heaven and it’s all I could think about for the 12hours flight. Rhys dropped me off at the Arconia and bade me good night before leaving.It’s a shame we didn’t get to talk about whatever last night was. But he seemed to be in a hurry and I didn’t want to burden him.Either way, I’m never going to agree to the contract. Sex with him is amazing, I must admit, but I can’t do contracts. I’m down for sex anytime he wants and it doesn’t change the relationship between us. We’re still boss-employee, or. . . whatever we were before, just, you know. With sex and blowjobs.I feel excitement bubble in me as I drag my suitcase to the elevator. I press the third floor button and wait. As I wait, I hear footsteps. Sharp, fast—definitely dress shoes, but not high heels.I gulp as the steps close in. The brushed stainless finish on the elevator doors reveals nothing, not even a faint reflection to let me know who this tall, broad-should
Peach Salinger The following day is a Sunday and I wake up to a text from Rhys. [Lets meet up. We need to talk.]What’s the rush? I think to myself, as I glance at the clock on the wall. It’s almost 9am. I toss my phone across my bed and stretch. After taking a long shower, I slip into a pink dress with spaghetti straps that stops mid-thigh showing off my legs. I compliment the look with a pair of dark flats.I pull my long black hair into a bun and apply a little makeup. I stare into the mirror for a few minutes, I can’t even remember the last time I dolled up this much. I grab my bag and step out.Surprisingly, I didn’t stumble into the hamster’s cage as I step into the living room. Reggie had taken them with him before he left yesterday, why’s the cage here again?“Good morning.” I say as I step further into the living room.Marienne is still in her PJs. She’s standing by the dining table, buttering her toast and the amount of butter she’s using stresses me out—a pat that si
Rhys Van Acker“Getting engaged is nothing serious?” Peach says, her voice steady.I manage a smile. To me, it’s nothing serious. I’m just honoring my grandfather’s wishes and I know damn well that I’m never gonna get married to Nichole. Once grandfather starts to recover, I’m calling it off.Plus, Nichole isn’t even my type of woman. She’s too vanilla for me. Peach on the other hand is daring and that’s one of the things about her that drives me hella crazy.“We don’t have to worry about it. It’s just an arrangement. Very temporary.” I say as I take a seat next to her on the bed.She exhaled sharply. “I’m just saying, it was less complicated when I thought you were single.”“I am. I mean, this ring doesn’t prove anything. It’s a formality.”“What about your fiancé?”“She’s not going to be a problem.” My fingers trail up her arm. “How about we worry about that later?”She blinks. Once, twice. “I…”“Come here.” I pull Peach into my arms and claim her mouth. It’s soft and sweet, and
Peach Salinger I passed out after the last orgasm and when I finally wake up, I realize it’s almost 4pm. My head’s throbbing too. How did I sleep for so long?I manage to get out of bed, stretching as I do. My legs feel a bit sore but somehow my mouth still waters from thinking about how amazing sex with Rhys is. I mean, he’s the only man I’ve ever slept with actually but still.I grab Rhys T-shirt on the bed and slip into it. He’s not in the room so I conclude he’s downstairs or something. I make my way out of the room and successfully make it to the first floor. The house is huge and I still cannot believe any of this is real.Although, one part of me feels like a terrible person for getting into a fling with someone that’s already engaged. But then again, Rhys said it was nothing serious. Just a formality so I kinda immediately just pushed the feeling of guilt down until it’s nothing more than a little bit of indigestion.“You’re up?” Rhys says as I walk into the huge living
Peach Salinger.Even after Rhys offered to drop me off, I turned it down. What if someone from the Arconia saw him?As I get down from the cab, my mind is still clouded by the haze of lust. If my future self came to me a month ago and told me I would get into a fling with my boss, I would’ve argued with it. But here I am, having had multiple soul-withering orgasms from this same man in a day.As I walk into the Arconia, my phone buzzes in my pocket. It’s a text from Marienne.[Marienne- I went grocery shopping and left the keys to the apartment with Reginald.]Arghh. I sigh. Do I really have to deal with Reginald right now?When I finally get to the third floor, I go straight to Reggie’s apartment and knock. It takes a moment before he finally answers. “You’re back?” Reggie says with a smile. His hair is slightly tousled and he’s in a plain white tee and shorts.“Keys.”“Right. I’ll go get them. You can come on in if you want to.”I nod dismissively and he disappears into his apar