Page 5 of Daddy’s Accidental Little Worker

"Why not?" she asked with a coy smile. "I didn't exactly have anything else planned." Immediately, I paid the bill, and we went out to our vehicles. As soon as she arrived, she thought for a second. "Should we take the same car, or do you want me to follow you to the office?" I smiled, having hoped she would ask this. In all honesty, it gave me the perfect excuse to keep her close by so that, by the end of the day, I could make her mine.

"We can take my car," I told her. "That way, you can save your gas for when you start Saturday." She hardly reacted to this, which surprised me, but I didn't think too much of it.

Within minutes, we were at the office, and I led her to my office, which was full of filing cabinets, boxes, and my desk. I winced when I realized that, out of all the things I had thought over, the state of my new office was not one of them. I paused when I saw the mess and quickly thought of any and every excuse I could use within reason. After several minutes, I finally thought of one and turned to smile at Bianca.

"Please pardon the mess," I told her as we made our way over to the desk. "I've been reviewing everything for legal purposes, and it's better to have it all in one area close by." She smiled and shook her head at the disaster before her.

"I understand completely," she reassured me as she looked back at me. "Despite popular belief, my office was always the same way. There was always a reason for the chaos." Relieved that she wasn't disgusted, I made my way over to the desk and pulled out the forms I had saved just for her.

"These are the legal contracts and employee paperwork I would like to have on file," I explained as I turned back to face her, pausing when my gaze landed on her.

Her complete appearance had changed from strictly professional to sexy and confident in the few seconds it took me to gather the paperwork. She had removed her jacket, and her blouse was halfway unbuttoned, exposing part of her luscious breasts. She smiled at me as she sauntered over, and I felt my arousal grow as she took the paperwork.

"I better get to work then," she said, her voice calm yet seductive. I wondered where the change in behavior came from as she sat down to fill out the paperwork. "Did anyone ever tell you this was my office?" I looked around and shook my head, completely lost for words. "If these walls could talk, they could tell you quite the story." I gulped for air completely lost for words.

Clever girl…

CHAPTER SEVEN

Bianca

The whole time at breakfast, a wet spot had grown in my panties, being stopped by the pantiliner I had worn in order to prevent it from showing. Lance's charm was my greatest enemy, and I had almost completely forgotten my greatest asset. So, when he took me to the abandoned office and handed me stacks of contracts and paperwork, that was my chance to work my magic on him and gain the upper hand. Men were suckers for sexy women, and all I had to do was unbutton a few rows and remove my jacket, and he was putty in my hand. For the first time since we met the night before, he was speechless.

As I started reviewing the paperwork, I looked for anything and everything that even remotely looked like a conflict of interest, intent on finding anything I could use as ammo against him. I was confident that my body would help persuade him to change anything I didn't like, but I needed something else to wave around. After several minutes, I finally found what I was looking for.

"So, you're only wanting to offer me ten percent of the company on top of employment?" I asked as I looked back up at him. He was still stunned like a fish out of water, still barely clinging to life, and I knew I had him where I wanted him.

"Well," he stammered as he fought to regain his power. "Yes, I'm prepared to offer you ten percent." I thought for a moment and shook my head.

"You know, even when it was just me, this company was worth well over three hundred million dollars," I informed him. "Granted, the housing market has been booming, therefore sales were as easy as ever, but it was still a lot of money. If I can keep it at that worth, I don't exactly see ten percent as fair." I thought for a moment before continuing. "I'm prepared to buy back seventy-five percent of the company." When I saw the color drain from his face, I knew the real battle of wills had begun, and I was excited to see if he was a worthy opponent.

"Too much," he said as he struggled to pull his eyes away. "I'll give you fifteen percent." I shook my head.

"Still too low," I told him as I tapped a finger against my chin, exaggerating my thought process. After all, it was all for show. "How about seventy percent?" He shook his head immediately, gaining more confidence as he negotiated with me.

"Absolutely not," he argued, as he started towards me. "I refuse to part with more than forty percent of the company." I scoffed and shook my head.

Fifty percent was my official goal, and I wanted all the benefits I could get from him so that I controlled more of my work life than he did. It was all a matter of getting up ten more percent and draining him from his power. I stood up and dropped the papers on the desk.

"Fifty percent," I retorted. "I'll buy up to fifty percent of the company from you, come to work as an employee, and I want full control of my schedule." He narrowed his eyes as he stared at me, contemplating my final offer.

"Why would you want full control of your hours?" he asked suspiciously, and I knew that it was my opportunity to win him over. If there was one thing I had learned from him, it was that he loved a challenge, and I wanted to be his biggest challenge yet. Leaning against the desk, I smiled at him.

"That way I'm back where I started," I told him with a smile. "Zane was a bit of a bad investment, and I lost far too much thanks to him. Least I can do is break as even as possible without the rules of a standard nine to five job." Crossing my arms, I angled my body in the light, showing off the curves that were defined by my outfit. After a few minutes to consider this, Lance shook his head.

"Seems like a lot to ask from your soon to be boss," he clarified as he examined me, taking in everything I had to offer. "The only person I would ever consider giving that much to is a partner." I gave him a knowing smile and shrugged.

"Is there an opening?" I asked, and the bulge in his pants answered my question long before he did.

"Maybe," he said as he moved closer to me. "I do like a trial, though. So, I'll make you a deal. I'll give you the rest of the weekend to show me exactly what you're capable of, and, by Monday, I'll decide if you're right for the position." He drew closer, and I could feel his hot breath on my face as he stared me down. Thinking about it, I shook my head.

"One day," I insisted. "I'm not like other partners. I have very specific needs that must be met…" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Like what?" he asked, genuinely curious. Thinking about it, I smiled at him.

"A good partner doesn't think only about business," I informed him. "A good partner always gets to know the other person, from their interests to their deepest, darkest of secrets, all the way down to their hobbies, likes, and dislikes." I wasn't sure if Lance was a Daddy, nor did I know how he would feel about a relationship with a Little. Worst case scenario, he would turn me down, and I would have had some fond memories.

"And you think one day is enough for me to learn all this?" he asked me, his gaze hungry and lustful. I shrugged.