Thread: Soul on Fire (Violet&SHARPii)

RE Soul on Fire Violet SubmissiveSHARPii He was halted when his desk phone was beeped. He walked over to it and picked it up, pressing a button to answer. Sy? His assistant's name. A Miss Violet Sanders for you sir. Sanders? I thought it was Emily Dindsmore? He asked, as that was the woman he was to interview for a highly coveted spot. No sir. She is to be coming.... She paused to look down at the schedule and a brow rose. --Sir, I believe I mistakenly inputted the wrong times. She is to be coming later in the afternoon, around two and a Tiffany Dupont was to come and interview. According to Miss Sanders, she is here instead of Miss Dupont. Christ, Sy. He wasn't pleased with this mix up and he just put the phone down on the receiver, turning his attention to the woman that walked into that door, his eyebrows raising at the sight of the young woman before him. Any reservations or anger he had at his assistant's mishap vanished and he walked to the girl, offering his hand to her. Miss Sanders, a pleasure. He shook her hand, taken back by her soft grip. Not what he was expecting. Please. he nodded to her as she made her way to the chair before his desk and he walked over behind it and sat down in his comfortable black rolling chair, sitting back as he crossed a leg over the other, his ankle atop his knee and his elbow perched on the arm rest, his hand coming to rest at his chin, watching her. She was a beautiful girl indeed and his mood was favorably good. Then again, why wouldn't it be when such a beautiful woman sat before him, about to conduct an interview he found meaningless but he went along with it anyways. Anything to keep her here longer. When she bent over, his eyes caught sight of her tempting cleavage before her hair covered over it. The look in his eyes suggested he was very pleased at what he saw but his overall facial expression gave nothing away. Unless she was an eye reader, he remained impassive. He saw her become situated and nodded to her compliment. Thank you. I like it too. Sterling's voice was smooth and deep but not booming. Not yet at least. He was a clear and evident CEO but even CEOs like him held much to the imagination and a world of mysterious thoughts currently coming to the forefront of his mind but remained hidden from the obvious. So please, begin. He encouraged, clearing his throat as he shifted lightly in his chair. Yes, his mind was full of many thoughts but the current one that was playing over and over again was how she bent over and gave him sight to a cleavage he'd love to do many things to. Run his tongue over it, bite it, kiss it, all the while his hands explored her body, the very nether regions that left him incredibly curious. He imagined the things he could do to her. How she'd look strung up, trussed up, tied up--all of it. Begging him, desiring him and he was there to fill in the void to unleash vast amounts of pleasure that he believed only he was capable of. He was smug, confident, maybe a little cocky but that never failed him. Not with women at least--definitely not in the business world. Easy, Sterling. He reminded himself, so not to get too carried away in his thoughts. He shifted again, thankful for the desk that covered him waist down for the very thoughts left him stiffening and hardening. He had a new ambition. Nothing businesslike or anything that could make him even wealthier. No, his new ambition was her.