Being back in the office Monday morning was therapeutic for Sam. He hated going out of town, especially in a rush. When one of his most important clients had called late Thursday evening insisting that he come to his headquarters the next morning, he'd had no choice but to drop everything and go, even if he didn't want to.
Now, sitting behind his desk, he was glad to be back in Chicago, glad to be in the office. He had a ton of work to do since he'd spent too much time entertaining Greg while he was visiting and not enough time paying attention to his other clients. He definitely needed to devote most of the work day to getting caught up on emails and returning phone calls.
But he wouldn't be able to do that right away because his ability to focus was seriously jeopardized at the moment. He'd had quite a few good looking women over the weekend, but none of them were able to put out the fire burning inside of him. Only one woman could do that. Until Sam had his fill of Mia, he wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else.
Ever since he'd left Chicago on Friday, Mia had been on his mind. It was frightening how quickly the woman had niggled her way under his skin. He couldn't remember that ever happening so far, not so fast-not so completely. She was amazing in every single way, and he hadn't been able to think about anyone else, not even when he was fucking two women at once in his hotel room the night before.
Mia's innocence, the way her graceful body responded to his every touch, the way she panted when she was excited, that little moan she let out, a quick gasp, her pussy tightening around his dick-all of those things excited him in a way no one else could do. She was a drug, and he needed a massive hit of her now before he exploded.
He was hard just thinking about her. He'd come into the office early that morning to attempt to get some work done before she arrived, but he couldn't do anything with this massive erection. Sam glanced at the clock. She should be there in a few minutes. Would he be able to control himself long enough to let her get settled before he called her into his office, into his back room, into his grip?
Unable to control himself anymore, Sam unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, stroking it as he thought of Mia, his head tipped back, his eyes closed. God, he needed her so badly, he might bust a nut if she didn't arrive soon.
Rather than waiting for her to arrive and get situated, Sam hit the red button on his desk right away so that as soon as she arrived, she'd come in. He wasn't even sure if he'd have the patience to tell her good morning before he grabbed ahold of her and ripped her clothes off. He continued to glide his fist over his erection, the ache unbearable as his penis throbbed and continued to grow in his hand.
A knock on the door had his eyes flying open. Sam took some deep breaths and shoved his manhood back inside of his pants, careful not to catch himself in the zipper as he tugged it up. "Come in," he called, praying it was Mia and he could finally take care of this problem the right way.
She walked in cautiously, a folder in her hand, which he thought was odd. He'd never seen her bring anything with her before, except for his lunch. She was wearing a longer skirt today than usual, one he wouldn't have approved of, but today he was willing to let it slide, he wanted her so bad. She was wearing a white button down shirt, so tight he could see the lace of her bra, her dark hair tied up in a bun. Everything about her was perfect except that the skirt was a few inches longer than he liked.
"Good morning, Sir," she said, standing several feet away from his desk, that folder in her hands. "You wanted to see me?"
"Good morning, Mia." He was doing such a good job of controlling himself, despite the bulge in his pants. "I did." She cleared her throat, waiting for him to tell her what to do. His eyes went to the folder again and then up to hers. "What's that?"
"It's... uh...." She held the folder awkwardly, as if she wasn't sure how it arrived in her possession. "It's a letter. For you. From me. I mean... it's a paper I need to give to you. That is...."
"A letter?" Sam repeated. "What are you talking about, Mia?"
With a deep breath, she took a few steps closer. "It's a letter of... resignation."
Unable to believe his ears, Sam stared at her for a long time. Eventually, she held the manila folder out to him, moving forward again when she realized he couldn't reach without standing up.
He didn't take it, so she placed it on the corner of his desk and then folded her hands in front of herself, waiting for him to say something-anything. He didn't know what to say. The last thing on earth he'd been expecting her to say was that she didn't want to work for him anymore. As far as he knew, she was just as addicted to him as she was to him. Did she honestly think anyone else could cure the craving inside of her, the one that would ache and fester the same way his dick was still throbbing in his pants.
Eventually, Sam realized there was really only one way that he could respond to her statement, to her letter. Looking Mia directly in the eyes, he said the only thing that made any sense. "No."
Her eyebrows raised slightly before they narrowed. "No?" she repeated.
Sam didn't waver. "No. You're not resigning."
"But-"
"Take your clothes off, Mia. Prepare to be punished."