Page 36 of Love Unspoken

"Hey, when they say women should be able to choose, I think we should be able to choose to stay home if we want," I assured her. "Or maybe sometimes men can stay home. I worked with several women in California where their husbands quit their jobs. It's all good, and we have to do what works for us as a family."

Jess leaned to kiss my cheek. "Naya, you're pure gold."

I smiled shyly. Ethan gave me a hug. "See you next year."

I felt guilty. I'd have to call him after I talked to Amias and tell him I was leaving Midas. He'd understand, and he'd never stand in the way of my career progress; I knew that, but it would be bittersweet.

I felt an arm around me, and I froze. "May we talk?" Amias asked.

"Sure."

He gently led me outside the conference room and pressed a button on the elevator. He dropped his arm and now put it on the small of my back as if gently leading me into the elevator. I felt like I was both burning and freezing at the same time. Why was he touching me? I remembered one of my wet dreams featuring Amias and felt a throb between my legs. I could smell him, almost taste him.

You're not sixteen, Naya, you need to get over your stupid crush. He's not interested in you.

He led me to his office. When we got there, he brought out a bottle of Scotch. "Want some?"

I shook my head.

"Sit, Naya."

He led me to the small sitting area in his large office where there was a sofa and two arm chairs. I took an armchair, and he sat on the sofa near me.

He poured himself a drink.

"I want to talk to you about something."

"Okay."

He took a sip of his drink and made a sound of relief that got me all hot and bothered.

A few more weeks and you don't have to see Amias again.

I wasn't sure if I was excited or depressed about that. But I knew I wasn't indifferent.

FOURTEEN

AMIAS

She looked good. The skin on her face was dewy and fresh. She wore no makeup, not that I could discern. Her lips…fuck, I could imagine them around my cock, and I got hard.

This was wrong, I knew that. I had a girlfriend, a woman who was expecting a fucking engagement ring. But my dick didn't seem to give a shit about that. My body wanted her; I could feel the sexual tension between us in the air.

Had I always felt this way about her and never admitted it as Hayes had suggested? Or was this new?

Her hair was loose, and I wanted to wrap my hands around the silky strands, holding her head as I fucked her mouth. I could imagine her on her knees right now, in front of me, servicing me.

I could smell roses whenever she was near. Would her pussy smell the same way? I wanted to taste her, hold her thighs apart as I made her come. She was always so controlled and focused. How would she look when she came? Would her eyes get hazy? Liquid with desire. Would her skin flush?

God! I was going to come in my pants if I didn't stop thinking about having sex with her.

"I…I want to give you a company car," I managed to say.

She was staring at her shoes but now she looked at me, confusion racing through her face. She swallowed. "Why? Managers don't get cars."

Actually, you had to be a Vice President before you got a car at Midas but how else could I give her a car without her going nuts? If I said I'd buy her one, she'd not accept. This seemed like the safest way.

"Think of it as a retention bonus," I managed to choke out. HR was going to kill me for this. But there had to be some perks to being a CEO. If I couldn’t help an employee, then what the fuck was the point.