👠💫SEDUCING
THE
BILLIONAIRE 💫👠
[Spread Your Leg For Me Kitten...🔥]
Theme : mature content(18+)
Writing By : Touching L.
~ Chapter 05 ~ (The Cafe)
Short Episode
❣️ Armelle ❣️
I wiped my nervous palms against my jeans and took the call, placing the cell against my ear.
"Dad... How are you?" I faltered.
"Armelle dear, are you okay? You sound all choked up.” He asked, concern laced in his tone.
"No I'm fine! Really."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, just a little tired." And a little tipsy, judging by the fact that I was in my second can of beer. But I wasn't telling that to him.
"So how are you, love? Liking your new job?”
"Yes dad, I love it and it's all thanks to you,” I was truly grateful for my dad giving me the opportunity, but sadly I would be leaving it soon.
"I can't believe Asher hired you as his personal assistant. I just wanted him to take you as an internnot that I'm complaining."
"It's pretty unbelievable, yeah.”
"But you're doing good. Asher told me all kinds of good things about you, but of course you are a little clumsy.” My dad teased. I have always been a little uncoordinated ever since I could stand and stumble.
I laughed. "I do tend to mess up sometimes but Mr.Jones has been good to me." In more ways than one.
"Good to know that my baby girl is happy." I smiled into the receiver.
"Daniel, give me the phone! She's my daughter too, you know!" My mother called from the other side, sounding impatient.
"Calm down! I am almost done! Okay love, I will talk to you later. Your mom is dying to talk to you."
"Bye dad. Take care and don't overwork yourself at the cafe!”
After a brief moment, my mom was on the other end, "I told you, you were getting that job! You were
too good for that lowly internship."
"Yes mom you were right."
I didn't get a reply from her. Instead, her voice sounded distant. "Dan why don't you tend the plants and let us mother daughter have a talk?"
"Okay, okay." He yielded, "I'll leave you alone." After some time, she was back.
"Dear, is everything okay? You've been sending an awful lot of money these days.”
"Yes mom. I get paid... A lot actually. So I decided to send you some. Help you guys out."
"Dearyour dad mustn't have told you because he didn't want to trouble you,” There was a pause, but she continued,"But we are in debt. And if we don't pay it in six months we might need to sell off the cafe."
"What?" I asked, disbelieving. "Why, what happened?"
"Well, your dad borrowed some money from the bank because he wanted to renovate the cafe with the recent... fancy equipments but turns out we weren't making much profit so we can't return them the money. Even though your dad thinks he can, but with the declining popularity of our cafe we don't get many customers these days."
When I was young, ‘The Vista Cafe' was one of the most popular cafe around because it is situated very close to University of Florida. It was the ultimate go to place for sleep deprived college students in dire need of caffeine. But after the new Starbucks and other well known corporate owned cafes opened opposite to us, people tend to go there now. But those who have been our regular customers still come here for a good cup of joe. Or so I thought.
“How much does he owe the bank?"
"Quite a lot of money. Your dad has been worrying about it a lot though he tries not to show it".
I absently nodded, that was so typical of dad.
"Let me see what I can do, I'll help you guys out the best I can." I said, coming to a decision.
"Oh Armelle, thank you. Just don't stress yourself
over it, alright? Your father and I are much stronger than you think. I've got to go dear, yourdad needs me at the garden.”
I bid her goodbye and hung up. Sydney was sitting beside me listening to the whole conversation intently. "Mel, what happened?"
"My dad owes loads of money, and if he doesn't pay them off, we might need to close down the cafe."
"Oh no! That's horrible!" "Yeah I know." I agreed with her sadly. "I guess I
need to keep the job just for the sake of clearing out the debt." I said, more to myself than to Syd.
.......
Mondays were the absolute worst. I made zero effort that morning and I wasn't in my usual optimistic mood. When I woke up this morning, reality slapped me in the face. Sleeping with my boss will make work uncomfortable and awkward. Very awkward.
I wore the closest outfit I could find, slipping on a lacey, ivory pencil dress. After my shower, I dried my hair and put on a minimal amount of make-up.
I was late. While traveling, I was still contemplating on whether to just turn around and go back into my bed and bury myself in blankets and shut off the outside world. Or to face Mr. Asher at work. The dread in my stomach vigorously told me to go with the first option.
But I couldn't do that to my dad or the cafe and so! settled my bag inside my cabin and headed towards Mr. Asher's office with his regular cup of coffee.
I knocked on the door, letting myself in after a moment. He was sitting there with a calm expression on his chiseled face. I handed him his coffee, and his fingers briefly touched mine. I suddenly felt shivers run up my spine. He nodded me to sit in front of him.
I took the seat in front of him. Before coming here, I had everything planned out; how I was going to act, what I was going to say... But now, I'm speechless. Too distracted by my own thoughts of that night. His strokes, his touch. Everything. I could almost feel myself getting moist just by the memory.
"Iam glad you are back,” Mr. Asher said, his piercing green eyes unflinchingly on me. He didn't seem affected by the sèxual tension in the room, and if he was, he was doing a great job of masking it. I stiffly nodded.
"But I need to say something." Before I could interrupt, he spoke. "Don't worry Armelle, we won't discuss it. I won't even mention it. I'll even try to forget it ever happened. But that's going to be hard..."
My eyes widened, stunned by what he said. He realized his slip, and he bit his lip, clearing his throat, then continuing to talk again.
"I apologize. Like I said this is history now. Let's move on," he placed an envelope in front of me. I gingerly picked it up, observing its contents.
"This your ticket for your flight that I got booked by Mr. Brandon. We will be flying to Barbados this week."
"What?" I asked, trying to keep my excitement down.
"Yes. I will be flying there to make a business deal. You will be flying with me as you are my personal assistant.” he said, ignoring my reaction.
"How many days are we going to stay there?”
"I don't know. It depends on the deal actually." I wasn't sure about this. A trip in a short notice didn't seem like a good idea. But I didn't protest.
Before I could say anything, I caught him observing my cleavage. I had to say this dress was doing a poor job of hiding my breasts. In fact, the stiff, cold office made my nipples harden.
I saw his eyes darkening with lust, his eyes undressing me from head to toe. He got up from his desk, walking towards me, sitting on the table facing | me.
I was numb to my core, unable to respond. His hands trailed down my neck to chest. His thumb was gently caressing my breasts over my dress, drawing circles | on them. I closed my eyes, enjoying his tender touch. "I remember sucking these. I should always keep
the temperature down here. You are too beautiful, Armelle." he pinched and twisted them, eliciting a moan out of me. I could feel a familiar, thick wetness , pooling in my panties.
But as much as I wanted him to continue, he suddenly retracted his hand away, both of us coming to a dreadful realization that what we were doingwas wrong. Very wrong.
He backed away, still appalled by what happened a few moments ago. I couldn't take the awkwardness in the room anymore, leaving the room in deafening silence.
TBC.....
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THE
BILLIONAIRE 💫👠
[Spread Your Leg For Me Kitten...🔥]
Theme : mature content(18+)
Writing By : Touching L.
~ Chapter 05 ~ (The Cafe)
Short Episode
❣️ Armelle ❣️
I wiped my nervous palms against my jeans and took the call, placing the cell against my ear.
"Dad... How are you?" I faltered.
"Armelle dear, are you okay? You sound all choked up.” He asked, concern laced in his tone.
"No I'm fine! Really."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, just a little tired." And a little tipsy, judging by the fact that I was in my second can of beer. But I wasn't telling that to him.
"So how are you, love? Liking your new job?”
"Yes dad, I love it and it's all thanks to you,” I was truly grateful for my dad giving me the opportunity, but sadly I would be leaving it soon.
"I can't believe Asher hired you as his personal assistant. I just wanted him to take you as an internnot that I'm complaining."
"It's pretty unbelievable, yeah.”
"But you're doing good. Asher told me all kinds of good things about you, but of course you are a little clumsy.” My dad teased. I have always been a little uncoordinated ever since I could stand and stumble.
I laughed. "I do tend to mess up sometimes but Mr.Jones has been good to me." In more ways than one.
"Good to know that my baby girl is happy." I smiled into the receiver.
"Daniel, give me the phone! She's my daughter too, you know!" My mother called from the other side, sounding impatient.
"Calm down! I am almost done! Okay love, I will talk to you later. Your mom is dying to talk to you."
"Bye dad. Take care and don't overwork yourself at the cafe!”
After a brief moment, my mom was on the other end, "I told you, you were getting that job! You were
too good for that lowly internship."
"Yes mom you were right."
I didn't get a reply from her. Instead, her voice sounded distant. "Dan why don't you tend the plants and let us mother daughter have a talk?"
"Okay, okay." He yielded, "I'll leave you alone." After some time, she was back.
"Dear, is everything okay? You've been sending an awful lot of money these days.”
"Yes mom. I get paid... A lot actually. So I decided to send you some. Help you guys out."
"Dearyour dad mustn't have told you because he didn't want to trouble you,” There was a pause, but she continued,"But we are in debt. And if we don't pay it in six months we might need to sell off the cafe."
"What?" I asked, disbelieving. "Why, what happened?"
"Well, your dad borrowed some money from the bank because he wanted to renovate the cafe with the recent... fancy equipments but turns out we weren't making much profit so we can't return them the money. Even though your dad thinks he can, but with the declining popularity of our cafe we don't get many customers these days."
When I was young, ‘The Vista Cafe' was one of the most popular cafe around because it is situated very close to University of Florida. It was the ultimate go to place for sleep deprived college students in dire need of caffeine. But after the new Starbucks and other well known corporate owned cafes opened opposite to us, people tend to go there now. But those who have been our regular customers still come here for a good cup of joe. Or so I thought.
“How much does he owe the bank?"
"Quite a lot of money. Your dad has been worrying about it a lot though he tries not to show it".
I absently nodded, that was so typical of dad.
"Let me see what I can do, I'll help you guys out the best I can." I said, coming to a decision.
"Oh Armelle, thank you. Just don't stress yourself
over it, alright? Your father and I are much stronger than you think. I've got to go dear, yourdad needs me at the garden.”
I bid her goodbye and hung up. Sydney was sitting beside me listening to the whole conversation intently. "Mel, what happened?"
"My dad owes loads of money, and if he doesn't pay them off, we might need to close down the cafe."
"Oh no! That's horrible!" "Yeah I know." I agreed with her sadly. "I guess I
need to keep the job just for the sake of clearing out the debt." I said, more to myself than to Syd.
.......
Mondays were the absolute worst. I made zero effort that morning and I wasn't in my usual optimistic mood. When I woke up this morning, reality slapped me in the face. Sleeping with my boss will make work uncomfortable and awkward. Very awkward.
I wore the closest outfit I could find, slipping on a lacey, ivory pencil dress. After my shower, I dried my hair and put on a minimal amount of make-up.
I was late. While traveling, I was still contemplating on whether to just turn around and go back into my bed and bury myself in blankets and shut off the outside world. Or to face Mr. Asher at work. The dread in my stomach vigorously told me to go with the first option.
But I couldn't do that to my dad or the cafe and so! settled my bag inside my cabin and headed towards Mr. Asher's office with his regular cup of coffee.
I knocked on the door, letting myself in after a moment. He was sitting there with a calm expression on his chiseled face. I handed him his coffee, and his fingers briefly touched mine. I suddenly felt shivers run up my spine. He nodded me to sit in front of him.
I took the seat in front of him. Before coming here, I had everything planned out; how I was going to act, what I was going to say... But now, I'm speechless. Too distracted by my own thoughts of that night. His strokes, his touch. Everything. I could almost feel myself getting moist just by the memory.
"Iam glad you are back,” Mr. Asher said, his piercing green eyes unflinchingly on me. He didn't seem affected by the sèxual tension in the room, and if he was, he was doing a great job of masking it. I stiffly nodded.
"But I need to say something." Before I could interrupt, he spoke. "Don't worry Armelle, we won't discuss it. I won't even mention it. I'll even try to forget it ever happened. But that's going to be hard..."
My eyes widened, stunned by what he said. He realized his slip, and he bit his lip, clearing his throat, then continuing to talk again.
"I apologize. Like I said this is history now. Let's move on," he placed an envelope in front of me. I gingerly picked it up, observing its contents.
"This your ticket for your flight that I got booked by Mr. Brandon. We will be flying to Barbados this week."
"What?" I asked, trying to keep my excitement down.
"Yes. I will be flying there to make a business deal. You will be flying with me as you are my personal assistant.” he said, ignoring my reaction.
"How many days are we going to stay there?”
"I don't know. It depends on the deal actually." I wasn't sure about this. A trip in a short notice didn't seem like a good idea. But I didn't protest.
Before I could say anything, I caught him observing my cleavage. I had to say this dress was doing a poor job of hiding my breasts. In fact, the stiff, cold office made my nipples harden.
I saw his eyes darkening with lust, his eyes undressing me from head to toe. He got up from his desk, walking towards me, sitting on the table facing | me.
I was numb to my core, unable to respond. His hands trailed down my neck to chest. His thumb was gently caressing my breasts over my dress, drawing circles | on them. I closed my eyes, enjoying his tender touch. "I remember sucking these. I should always keep
the temperature down here. You are too beautiful, Armelle." he pinched and twisted them, eliciting a moan out of me. I could feel a familiar, thick wetness , pooling in my panties.
But as much as I wanted him to continue, he suddenly retracted his hand away, both of us coming to a dreadful realization that what we were doingwas wrong. Very wrong.
He backed away, still appalled by what happened a few moments ago. I couldn't take the awkwardness in the room anymore, leaving the room in deafening silence.
TBC.....
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