Chapter Nineteen: Back to Normality

I am curious to see how Alyssa will act when she comes into the office this morning. The wedding was fine. Everyone has accepted her as my girlfriend, and they all really like her. My mother wants us all to have dinner sometime. I will find a way to get out of that. Though the best part of the weekend was not the wedding or being with family, it was the hot, passionate sex Alyssa and I shared all weekend. She is still convinced she will be able to stay away from me. She won’t. She will manage for a few days, a week at the most, but after that, her sexy little body will be craving me.

She can try to fight it, but I am too good. They always come back for more. I don’t plan on letting go of her easily, either. I am still determined to test the waters to see what she would be like as a submissive. Yes, she can be so bratty and bad at listening, but I could change that with enough time, trust, and effort. She will be my good girl and only naughty when I want her to be. It will be an interesting challenge, but I am up for it.

I came into the office a little earlier than usual because I wanted to make sure the place was still in one piece and everything I asked my staff to do was done. Luckily for their jobs, they did everything. They know not to get on the wrong side of me. I don’t tolerate slackers. You don’t do your job correctly: you know where the door is. I haven’t gotten this far in life by being sweet and nice.

A knock at my office door makes me look up. I smirked when I saw Alyssa standing on the other side. I invited her to come in.

“Good morning, Mr. Sutton. I have your coffee,” she says politely.

“Good morning, Miss Corbet. Thank you.”

She comes over to my desk and hands the coffee to me.

“Do you need anything right now, sir, or can I go to my office?”

Is she really acting like I wasn’t balls-deep in her not even twenty-four hours ago?

“I have forwarded you some emails. I need you to update my schedule and book a couple of flights and hotels. I have business out of town in a few weeks.”

She nods, “I will get right on it, Mr. Sutton.” She smiles and disappears to her office, leaving the door between us open.

I chuckle at how casual she is acting. It won’t last. I will leave her be for now until I know she has sorted everything out for me. For the next couple of weeks, there are only one-night away trips. I don’t need her to come with me. If it were longer, I would take her along. We could repeat the last weekend we spent together.

I focus on my workload. I have a lot to catch up with. There are some things I don’t allow my staff to do, only me. I am particular with certain things. I don’t need anyone messing up. If I do it, it gets done right.

I pull my eyes from the screen for a moment to look over at Alyssa in her office. She is busy at work. I smirk, remembering all of the naughty, dirty things I did to her. I am quick to talk about my skills, but she is damn good in bed too. The woman knows how to make a man crazy, and the way she works those damn hips when she is riding is out of this world. She is loud and unafraid to express herself, which is a massive turn-on for me. The only skill of hers I didn’t get a chance to experience was her cock-sucking skills, but I will find that out soon enough. She is good with her hands. I think she will probably be as good with her mouth, too.

Alyssa must have felt my eyes burn into her because she turned her head, her eyes meeting mine.

She raises her brow, “Yes?”

I smirk, “Nothing. I am enjoying the view, is all.”

She rolls her eyes, shakes her head, and turns away from me, muttering to herself. She is too far away for me to make out what she is saying. I stand from my chair and head into her office. I take my place in front of her, resting my hand on her desk.

She lifts her head, “Can I help you with something, sir?”

I nod, “Yes, you can let me take you out for lunch today.”

“Nope. Not happening. I told you what would happen when we came back here,” she states firmly.

“Sorry, but I don’t accept that answer,” I reply in the same tone.

Alyssa stands, placing her hands on the desk, and looks me dead in the eye. “I will make you a deal. I will go for lunch with you if you tell me what is hiding behind the door in your house?” she says smugly.

Oh, that is still on her mind?

“Not happening. You are not ready to know. The only way you will find out is if you stop fighting against the obvious. That room is secret, and I only show it to the people who deserve it.”

She shrugs, “No lunch for us then.”

She retakes her seat and gets back to work. I groan in frustration and storm back to my office. I can’t tell her, not now. She isn’t ready. She would run if I showed it to her without explanation. For me to show someone that room, there are many things we need to discuss and do before I even consider it. It is a sacred room, and I don’t let just anyone in it.

I sigh and throw myself down in my chair, defeated for now. I will find a way around it. I am not giving up yet. I will convince her another way. If not for lunch, I will chance dinner. I will work something out. I get what I want, and she will be no different. I could arrange dinner with my family and make her play the role of girlfriend again. She did it so well. I could use it to my advantage.

I will come up with a plan, a good one she can’t say no to. I am not used to working so damn hard like this: her and her stubborn ass. Why won’t she admit the truth, and we can pass by all of these games and get to the fun part? All of the back and forth is a waste of time.

She should not be messing with my head so much! It isn’t easy to get under my skin. I groan in frustration. I need a distraction.

Work will do.