His Secret Desire by Alana Davis Read Free Book Online Page B

quick nod at me and turned back to Alex.
    Having been introduced, I studied William Henderson. The anger that he had first introduced himself with into my life was slightly dissipated. His features seemed less harsh than before. This man was obviously someone very important; the company was his first and foremost concern. While his words were biting with anger and sarcasm, I could sense no malice in them towards Strauss. He was not intimidated by Alexander Strauss in the slightest. I felt a certain respect for the man, although I couldn’t quite explain why.
    “William, I’m glad you’ve had the chance to meet Samantha. She’s going to be working closely with me from now on, so you two should be acquainted as you’ll be seeing more of each other,” Strauss said.
    “Jesus Alex, we should have waited to tell them about any new company direction without having it drafted by our PR guys. It should have been completely overhauled. You didn’t answer a single question and now all those questions hang there like a noose over our goddamn heads!”
    Strauss nodded and patted William Henderson’s shoulder, as in consoling a child who has just struck out at bat in a little league baseball game. It wasn’t condescending, but the look in William Henderson’s face looked like that of a man who has accepted his arguments were now falling on deaf ears. Alexander Strauss turned and lead me away from the backstage area. I could hear Mr. Henderson storm off loudly, swearing as he did so.
    “I apologize for Mr. Henderson’s less than cordial attitude,” Mr. Strauss said. We were walking down a long hallway that I now recognized from having come in this way. There were no reporters in sight. “He’s a good man, believe me, but I do understand his anger. He’s always a little angry,” he said, letting out a slight laugh.
    “Mr. Strauss,” I said, and he interrupted.
    “Samantha, when it’s just the two of us, you can call me Alexander. When we are around others, please continue to refer to me as Mr. Strauss, just so that we can keep up the presence of professionalism, but other than that, Alexander is fine,” he said.
    I had moved up to being able to call him Alexander. It had definitely felt like a move upwards. My mind raced. I must have done well at the press conference. Yet I had done nothing really. I had apparently not made a fool of myself. I supposed the only way I could have done worse was if I passed out on stage or ran away crying.
    The bright sun washed over us as we exited the building through the back. The limousine was waiting, the door ajar, the driver standing beside it. A poker face worthy of Vegas adorned his face beneath aviator sunglasses. We sat in the back of the limousine and silence filled the huge space of leather seats and darkened windows.
    I looked over to Alexander. He slumped, very slightly, in his seat. I could see that he was a little deflated, as though a weight had been lifted off him. Or maybe a new weight had been put on his back. I studied him carefully. I tried to dig deep in my mind for something to say to him. You did great! I could say. It already sounded stupid. He didn’t need my approval.
    I imagined you fucking me in front of all those reporters. Drinking your cum while the cameras captured every moment. Letting you dominate me in front of millions, the world would see how powerful you are.
    I said nothing. I could do nothing. I was not even sure of what had happened in the press conference before. Strauss Engines was moving in a new direction, that much I was sure of. But what did that even mean? Come to think of it, I didn’t even know the direction Strauss Engines was going in before, let alone now. There was so much I was going to have to learn. I knew practically nothing. Before, I could get away with knowing nothing. Now, I was the assistant to the CEO! I would have to study. Hard.
    The tension grew. I wanted to say something to break the silence but I couldn’t think of