DADDY'S LITTLE PLAYTHING

I stared at the almond candy in front of me and sighed. I had told myself.

No more almond candies

But yeah I couldn't stop craving even when I kept telling myself that I could do it, I could stay a day without taking one.

I sighed as I stared at it sitting temptingly on the desk, I shook my head-Fuck it.

I snatched the candy, tore the wrapper and sighed as the chocolate hit my taste buds. I was addicted to candies, especially almond candy. I couldn't stay a day without popping one into my mouth.

My ex boyfriend used to tease me about it, the dork even said maybe it was the candy that made me insensitive to sex. I sighed again for the fifth time, adding that to another list of my problems. Something must be wrong with me how on earth would someone not react when strong hands massage your clit. Or when a tongue played with your nipples.

Damn I had a problem, a serious one.

Maybe after work today, I should hit a therapist or a doctor. The door opened and Beth waltzed in swinging her hips like Shakira

"Sage dear" she said in her singsong voice. "Tell me you heard the news" she said and I stared at her in confusion.

"What news?" I asked and she stared at me incredulously.

"What news?" She echoed in disbelief, "Do you even work here at all"

"Of course" I waved my hands at the computer on my desk.

Beth shook her head. "You're unbelievable, everyone knows this. It's talk of this company" she said and I sighed. Truth be told, I barely knew what happened in this company. I had a whole lot on my mind and extra loads of problems.

"Just tell me" I groaned and she shot me a look before plopping down on the chair in front of me.

"The company has been sold...... .to someone else" she said and I raised a brow. Now I see why she was surprised I didn't know this. This was indeed.....news.

"So we get to move out, find another job?" I asked and she shrugged. She played with a lock of blonde hair on her forehead.

"I don't know, I guess we'll see for now. Dave told me that the new owner said he would like to see the staff. Maybe he's not gonna chase everyone out" she said and I let out my breath in relief. This was all my years of hard work. After Dad had died I had to struggle to climb all the way to get to his company and I didn't fancy it all just toppling down.

Beth's phone buzzed and I watched as her face lit up as she stared at the screen. She raised her head and grinned at me, she stood

"Come on, Sage. He's here" she said and I stared at her in confusion.

"Who?" I asked and she raised her hands in exasperation.

"Dammit Sage, the new owner, what the Fuck is going through that pea sized brain of yours" she said and I fought the urge to smirk.

I followed her to where she pointed at our boss talking to a very tall figure. He was dressed in a dark tuxedo suit and his pants were well tailored, looking to be from the latest brand. His wristwatch alone, I was sure, could afford my salary for a full year and more.

As if sensing us he turned and stared......right at me. For a moment my blood ran cold, not because of anything but because I could remember this face. This handsome dark haired man, with his green eyes which looked slightly older now. Then he smiled and my legs literally went weak, I stumbled forward and Beth had to tug on my arm to keep me on my feet.

Why was I feeling this way? Why did my knees suddenly go weak from a single smile? This was weird. If the man in front of us seemed to notice me stumbling on my own feet he made no show for it. He turned to my boss, or rather our former boss.

"You didn't tell me she worked here" he said and the other man stared at me.

"You know her Mr Mark" he asked.

Mark, yes. That was what dad called him.

Mark grinned, he didn't answer the other man but instead walked to where Beth and I stood. He offered his arm.

"Pleasure to meet you again Sage, you've grown so much" he said. His voice was deep, soothing. It ran through my bones and for a moment all I could do was stare. Another thing he didn't know was that I had a crush on him back when I was still a young teenager.

Beth jabbed me in the ribs jolting me out of my reverie and I offered a smile and shook his hand.

"Yes Uhh.....Mr Mark. It's nice to meet you too" I stammered and she sighed.

Pls let my hand go. My panties are wet.

Fortunately he let my hand go and I let out my breath. What the hell was wrong with me. Why was I getting aroused from a single touch

I thought I couldn't get aroused. Heck I had even planned to go to a doctor to check my condition after work today.

"Hit me up when you're done with work. I'd like to take you out to dinner. To catch up, good?" He drawled and I nodded.

"Yes...sir" I said and he nodded to Beth and walked away. The other man followed.

Beth stared at me in surprise. She punched me in the arm and I winced.

"Hey"

"Holy mother of........you freaking know Mark Arthur" she said as we walked down a series of stairs back to the office.

"Yeah so?" I said trying to act nonchalant and she shook her head.

"You're upside in the head Sage. That's one of the richest and most prestigious men in America and he just shook your hands like you're family." She replied.

"It's nothing" I ground out.

"Yeah it's nothing," she said sarcastically. "And hey I saw your licking your lips when he held your hand"

Damn I was in for one hell of a rough ride.

And how on earth did one get aroused from a handshake.

He smiled at me, "Come on, let's go eat we have a lot to catch up on"

Yeah we do.

We stared at each other. I mean, I stared at him. I was sure I was the one doing the staring, all he did was dig into his food and ate.

It was not as if I wasn't hungry but I couldn't help but stare. The thing kept nagging in my head.

How the Fuck did I get aroused from only a handshake.

I tried so hard to take out the image of his face from my mind but I couldn't. Those emerald green eyes bear seating into my mind as if it didn't want to leave.

"So eh ... .did you go to college?" he asked and I jolted out of my thoughts. He was staring at me, his dark brows furrowed, as he took in my confused expression.

"College? No? My uhhh dad's family didn't deem it fit that I was worthy to go to college" I said bitterly and his green eyes studied me curiously.

"Didn't deem it fit?" He repeated and I sighed. I hated talking about this but it was okay to share, especially with my father's friend-scratch that, best friend

"I meant my Dad's family took all he left for me and didn't even let me attend college. Those idiots" I said and finally decided to eat my food. Hmm, this is good.

Mark's eyes darkened, even turned real hostile for a moment and he growled audibly.

"Those fuckers, Paul was right. They are all power hungry tight assed wolves.

Tight assed. Why did this feel like a bird's song coming from his mouth?

I must be crazy.

"So no one to help huh?" He asked and I nodded, forcing myself to focus on the subject at hand not his still-perfect jawline. "How did you survive?"

I sighed and stared at my half eaten meal. Wait, how did I eat that so fast?

"I had to struggle on my whole. We'll be a bitch sometimes and a bit hot headed, thing is I did survive" I answered and he chuckled, a sound that made the hairs on my arm stand and I clamped my thighs together before I could think anything naughty.

"You're one hell of a strong girl"

"Woman" I corrected and he nodded. His green eyes roamed my body.

"Woman" he repeated softly. "I can see that"

'Yeah, you just checked my boobs sir' I said inwardly. But I didn't like the way he was staring at me like I was a little girl.

"Your father would be proud" he muttered and I nodded. Indeed

We ate the rest of our meal in silence. When we were done he paid the waiter and grinned at me.

"I have gifts for you Sage" he said and I stared at him uncertainly, still recovering from his charming smile.

"Yeah, one is that I am going to be promoting you as my personal secretary," he said and I gasped. Personal

Secretary?

"Umm I am sure that's too much sir" I said and he cocked his head to the side.

"No it's not" he started to walk away. "Come on, I want to drive you somewhere and oh call me Mark not sir"

Yes, I mean no-fuck. What was wrong with me?

We slipped into the car and he drove off. My mind raced, it's been hours now and I can't still get him out of my head, the image of his calloused hands in mine, shaking it. Now my head was filled with images of those hands, spreading my thighs, playing with my clit, dipping inside.........

"Sage?" That deep voice came and I jumped, my head nearly hitting the roof.

"Sir? Uhh Mark?

"You look like you were about to pass out. Thinking of your dad?" He asked and I nodded.

If only that was what I was thinking of. What the hell is wrong with me today?"

How on earth did one go from being near impossible to aroused to being on a libido so high that I was afraid I was going to force myself on Mark. Now that I thought about it, it took all my willpower not to actually follow through with my thoughts.

"We are here" he announced and parked the car in what looked to be a car dealership store. Wait, is this Davinci Wheels World? This was the biggest car store in the states. Why are we here?

"You'll see" he said and I realized that I had said that out loud. I had to be careful, I might just say the perverted things in my head. We got down from the car and I followed him to the place he walked. I watched as the men around bowed their heads slightly in respect and I stared at him in surprise.

"I am dangerous," he said with a wink and I sighed. He was aware right? He was aware of the things he was doing to me, he had to be, because why did my stomach lurch from just a single wink.

Oh god.

I was wet again, maybe I needed to see a therapist, this wasn't normal, it wasn't right. My mind kept telling me that:

This man is old enough to be your father, girl.

But my head wasn't listening, I wanted this man, this man who still had a sharp jawline at Forty one. How was that even possible?

"Here" he said, stopping in front of a.........

Was that a freaking lambo?

"She looks good eh?" He said and I stared at him, I had always wanted a car, my dad had promised to buy me one before he died in that accident. I stared at him gratefully.

"Thank you" I said and he put a hand on my shoulder and I clamped my thighs together.

Damn. Don't flood the juices, pussy. Please listen to me, you're part of me.

"Anything you need, I am here for you" he said and my eyes drifted to those sexy looking red lips. Was he a vampire? How was he looking twenty nine at forty one.

"Anything I need?" My eyes drifted to him and held. "Anything?"

"So, did you guys finally have sex?" Beth asked, plopping onto my desk. We did nothing of the sort. Luckily I told him that I didn't have any means of transportation as my old car was being repaired. He nodded and wished me luck and that was it.

I shot her a glare. "Jesus, Beth. For a lady, you talk like a sailor."

She just shrugged. "Well, I've seen the way you stare at him. You sex-crazed woman, I know exactly what you're up to."

I rolled my eyes. "Your assumptions are wrong most of the time."

Beth snorted. "Like when I predicted you were gonna sleep with Jeff Jack? And then it happened?"

I wagged a finger at her. "Don't ever say that loser's name again. The guy didn't even know the right hole to put his poodle in."

Beth burst out laughing. "At least it wasn't as bad as what Gilbert tried with me."

I groaned. "I don't wanna hear about your escapades. You're insane."

Beth clutched her chest dramatically. "You wound me, my lady." Then she leaned in, lowering her voice. "Have you ever wondered what he's like down there?"

"Who?" I frowned.

"Mr. Mark," she grinned, wiggling her eyebrows.

I shook my head, but now that she'd put the thought in my head... Damn it. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't help myself.

Jesus, I need help.

Beth smirked like she knew exactly what I was thinking. "I'll leave you to your perverted thoughts," she said, grabbing an almond candy from my desk.

"Hey!" I protested, but she was already skipping away, laughing.

I sighed and turned back to my computer. My workload had somehow doubled overnight. Maybe because I'd spent too much time daydreaming about my boss.

God, I needed a nap.

Yesterday, after Mark bought me a new car and asked if I needed anything, I'd almost blurted out my inappropriate thoughts. Thankfully, at the last second, my brain decided to save me from total humiliation. Now, I feel like a complete idiot. He'd done something so nice for me, and all I could think about was getting into his pants.

BUT I CAN'T FREAKING HELP IT!

Maybe I should just sleep with some random guy and get this out of my system.

The idea formed quickly in my head. There was a well-known whorehouse I'd heard about. Maybe there was a guy or two there who could help me forget about Mark for a while. Wait, Nathan! He could help. We had met the first time I visited the whorehouse, and we had quick sex but after it, he cracked a joke. I wasn't someone who laughed that much but I did after his joke and we had become sort of friends......

Friends with benefits you mean?

I chuckled, then grinned at the thought.

"Morning, Sage," a deep voice rumbled.

I jumped in my seat. Looking up, I saw Mark standing there, smiling at me. His shoulder-length hair was tied up in a top knot, making him look even more annoyingly handsome and regal.

"Morning, sir," I managed.

"Mark," he corrected.

Damn it, let me call you sir. You're making this harder for me.

He sank into the chair across from me, his green eyes studying me like he could see right through me.

"I've been looking into your dad's family situation," he said. "It's complicated. They seem to have a legal claim as well. Didn't your father leave a will?"

I shook my head. "Not that I know of."

"Mm." His voice was deep, almost like a growl. Did he smoke?

As if reading my mind, he pulled out a lighter and a cigar from his breast pocket, lighting it effortlessly. When he caught me staring, his lips curled into a knowing smile.

"Sorry, little bird," he said, exhaling smoke. "I'm a bad influence. I'll leave."

"No, stay," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

No, stay? Seriously, Sage?

Mark raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

I laughed nervously. "I meant... it's okay to smoke around me."

He narrowed his eyes, thoughtful. "Is that so, little bird?"

I sighed. Normally, I hated nicknames, but somehow, it felt okay coming from him.

"I mean, I used to smoke sometimes," I admitted.

His laugh was low and rich, and for some reason, it made my entire body feel lighter.

"You? Smoking?" he asked, amused. "Why?"

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. "Teenage rebellion."

He nodded, then leaned back in his chair, watching me with a curious expression. "Paul said you were stubborn and hot-headed."

My gaze dipped before I could stop myself. Shit. I nearly got caught staring at his lap.

"I still am," I said, forcing my eyes back up.

His smirk deepened. "Are you?"

Something about the way he said that sounded like a challenge.

"I once broke a keyboard over the head of the last secretary before you came, she called my pussy loose" I said casually, staring at him in the eye. I wanted him to be aware that I was talking about my pussy like casual talk. He stared for a moment, his eyes devoid of emotion then threw his head back and laughed. A deep, rumbling sound that sent a shiver through me.

I just sat there, watching him, and when his gaze met mine again, I quickly looked away-but not before sneaking another glance at what was between his legs.

His smirk didn't fade. "You're something else, Sage."

I glanced at my watch. My shift was over. I stood up, stretching slightly.

"I'll be heading home, sir... uhh, Mark."

He grinned. "Try not to break any more keyboards over people's heads, yeah?"

I laughed as I walked away.

If only he knew what I was about to do.