The Affair With The Hot CEO

Her nerve endings tingle with pleasure as she writhe on the bed, hips gently buckling... “Omg... yes... yes!” A handsome face rises from between her legs, lips kinked to the side in a knowing smile. Her eyes trail with admiration from his deep, sparkling eyes to his strong jaw and chiseled biceps... she grasp at the satin sheets beneath her, a desperate attempt to anchor herself as another wave of ecstasy breaks... a hand entwines with hers, holding her steady. “Don’t... stop...” She implored before she moaned again. He kissed his way up her chest, settling the length of his body against hers. 

“I must say, this interview didn't go quite how I expected it.” He admitted. His featherlight finger dragged across her boobs as his face hovers over hers. “Are you ready to work hard for me, Bella? I don’t promise to go easy on you.” He whispered in her ear. “Oh... Yes....” She moaned out, his deep voice causing a hot ball of desire in her stomach to funnel down her legs and up her chest. She gazed suggestively over his body. “Anything you need,” she whispered. 

He pins her wrists over her head and grins before trailing hot kisses down her neck and chest, his tongue teasing her nipples through her bra. “Good, because I'm afraid this job requires long hours. We might be up all night...” Their lips come together in a passionate kiss. She felts like she was on fire as his hands trail down to her hips... suddenly, he flips her over so she’d stranding him, chest to chest. 

She moan as her centre makes contact with the undeniable evidence of his desire, and her hips rock against his. “Ohh...” She moans out, loudly. His hand traces an electric path up her spine, then reach for the clasp of her bra. “I don't think you'd be needing this anymore...” She gasped as her bra falls off, and his lips graze the bare skin of her boobs, his tongue flicking out to tease the peak... She couldn't catch her breath as the sensations overwhelm her. All she could think, over and over and over again, she needs him.

And just as the wave was about to break...

The alarm went off, letting out a loud sound. She bolts up right gasping for air. “Damn, that felt real.”

The details of the dream were fading, but the physical effects still lingered. Her nerves were quivering, her skin was sweaty, her heart was pounding...

Either she really gets some, or she's more nervous for the job interview than she thought... “Crap! The interview! I have to get ready.” She quickly gets off the bed and grabbed her laptop, still open to the biography of Ethan Grayson, the CEO of Grayson Enterprises, one of the top Biodegradable Plastic Production companies in the world. 

His headshot on the page, catching her eyes. “My future boss, hopefully.” She sighed, taking her eyes off the laptop for a minute. “Oh crap, I can't believe I just had a wet dream about him.” She shook her head, unconvincing. She tries to shove the illicit thoughts out of her mind as she clicks to the job posting in another tab. 

Foreperson, Supervisor, Lead Person.

The second in command in the company and will oversee production in the absence of the owner, general manager or CEO.

-Benefits included.

-Fixed salary. 

“Focus, Isabella. You only get one shot at a first impression on Ethan Grayson, and you need this Job. Not only for you, but for your sister.” She continued reminding herself as she got ready for her interview. After her bath, she dressed up in a short black fitted dress with a golden blazer on top. “He will be eating out of the palm of my hand in no time,” she commented, taking another twirl in front of the mirror. 

She takes a deep breath, then heads out to finally meet Ethan Grayson. 

Later that morning, she enters the immaculate lobby of Grayson Enterprises and approached the front desk. “Hello, I am here for the supervisor interview with Mr. Grayson.” The receptionist smiled at her. “Ah, yes. His eleven o’clock is running a bit late, but he said to send you in. Follow me please.” She finished off with another smile. Everyone there seemed nice. From the securities out front to the receptionist there. 

She took a deep breath as the receptionist leads her through the halls of Ethan Enterprises....

But as soon as she steps inside Mr. Grayson’s office, all prudent thought disappeared when she sees him glance up from his desk. ‘How is he even more gorgeous in person?’ She mused to herself as she tried to restrain herself. He gestures for her to come in and sit as he tries to wrap up his previous meeting. She settled down at one of the visitors chair, waiting for him to finish with his meeting. And from time to time, she take a glimpse at his alluring face. 

As soon as he was done, he turns to give her his full attention, and her breath catches at the intensity of his gaze. “Ms. Jonathan,” he calls out her name. He looks her over from head to toe, and his lips part in a soft exhale. He ignored the feeling swirling in his abdomen and went ahead with the interview. “Its nice to meet you, Ms. Jonathan.” Mr. Grayson reaches to shake her hand, and she feels an illicit spark as her skin brushes against his. 

“Tell me a little about yourself.” He started off, going through a file that he had in hand. Isabella took in a deep breath before she started speaking intently. “Well my name is Isabella Jonathan. I am from Massachusetts, Boston. I moved here with my sister when our parents passed away....”

“Fast forward please I have other things to do.” He spoke abruptly as he took a glance of his wrist watch. Isabelle narrowed her eyes but immediately adapt her expression to a smile. She went further to tell him about her studies before he went on with the next question. “How did you hear about this position, Ms. Jonathan?” He inquired, nonchalantly not bothering to look up from his desk. Isabella was getting more nervous when he went on with more tough questions till he was satisfied with her terrified facial expression. 

His gaze lingers on her for way too long before he gazes away and cleared his throat. A knock on the door interrupted him. He answered it before the intruder stepped in. “Sorry to interrupt Mr. Grayson, but your car has arrived for the meeting over lunch at a.lure.” he glances at his receptionist and nods to her, then turns his attention back to Isabella. 

“The next part of the interview will start, right now.” He informed her as he got to his feet and ambled towards her, holding a file. “It... will?” She asked also getting up from the chair. Mr. Grayson hands her the file with the ‘Grayson Enterprises’ written boldly on it. 

“Someone would come in now and explain everything to you.” He walks out of the office, leaving her in awe. She stood there, peering at the door he followed. Just then a nicely dressed man walks in, beaming at her. “Pleased to meet you, Ms. Jonathan.” He stretches his hand and she takes it. “Please call me Isabella,” she insisted, returning a smile at him. He nodded his head to her, still grinning like a Cheshire Cat. “My name is Tyler Connor, I am the operation manager here. Without wasting time, please do follow me, we have a meeting and you are to represent Mr. Grayson as he is absent for the meeting. Congratulations by the way.” He led the way out of the office. 

‘That means I got the job?’ She asked herself doing a massive breakdance in her head. She hurriedly followed Tyler into a well organised hall meeting. 

After a tough, tiring day, Isabella finally went back home. And after a long ride home, She enters the house to find her three year old nephew together with his nanny, watching cartoon. “Hey, Sophia, his mother isn't back yet?” Isabella asked, making her way to the fridge. She grabbed a bottle of water and gulped almost everything down. “I'm hungry, what’s for dinner?” She asks slumping down beside her nephew and ruffled his hair. “We ordered pizza,” Sophia answered her. “But I can make something else if you want.” Sophia offered but Isabella rejected politely, making her way to her room. 

She collapsed onto her bed as his thoughts rushed back to her. What she has been hearing from her sister was right; her new boss was a jerk. He was so arrogant, a coward. She cursed and groaned, covering her face with her pillow. She had to admit, he is so damn hot and she wanted some of him. To taste him.

Suddenly the images from her wet dream came back. “Are you ready to work hard for me, Bella? I don’t promise to go easy on you.”

Bella? She liked the sound of that. “Hey!!!! You better tell me you got the job!” Hannah impulsively jumped on her. Isabella let out a soft groan, pushing her elder sister off her. “Urgh what is wrong with you? Do you know how my body is aching from all the meetings I attended today?” Hannah squealed and embraced her sister, not caring about Isabella’s tantrums. “You did get the job.” 

They settled down on the edge of the bed as Isabella revealed everything to her. “And you were right, he is a total jerk. So arrogant and I could swear I haven't for once saw him smiling. He always had his brows furrowed and eyes stern.” 

“Speaking of work, it means you’re leaving... tomorrow, huh?” Hannah’s shoulder slumped. She wrapped her arm around Isabella’s shoulders. Isabella patted her hand as she gave her a pitiful look. “I know, but it’s for the best right? Now I've gotten a job that pays massively. I can pay our bills and possibly everything you’d need. Now come.” She hugs her elder sister affectionately, already missing her presence. 

The next morning, Isabella has almost finished packing up her stuff to move to her new apartment closer to Grayson’s Enterprises. She locks eyes with her older sister, Hannah. “Anyway, the money’s great, my coworkers are great, but Ethan? So arrogant.”

“Okay, I get it, the Biodegradable billionaire is arrogant. But how hot is he?” Isabella carefully took the fragile frame of her parents and stared at it, suddenly feeling how much she wished they were with her to rejoice this such amazing achievement. She heaved a sigh as she placed it in a box, trying to ignore Hannah. “Like on a scale of ‘clothes fresh from dryer’ to ‘I'm chugging tabasco,’ he’s..” 

Isabella settles her gaze on her. “Hannah! He’s my boss, and our environment should foster a cool, detached professionalism, no matter how hot he may or may not be.” Isabella carefully noted. Hannah made a squeaking sound, holding Isabella’s shoulders. “So you admit it. He is hot. I have to see it for myself.” Hannah lets go of her shoulders and grabs her phone from the desk. She does a quick search...

“Damn, he’s so dreamy... looking gorgeous at this golf course, looking gorgeous shaking hands with the president. Oh look, star gossip just added a news alert about him...”

“Billionaire Ethan Grayson is tying the knot?!” Isabella halted and swiftly ambled towards Hannah. “Wait, what?” She shows Isabella her phone, and there, in undeniable black and white, she reads the breaking news for herself. “Ethan’s engaged?!”