Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Over the next hour, I find myself checking the clock more often than not, unable to get Raven off my mind and certainly not understanding the nuances of DNA splicing in the report I’m trying to read.
Finally, at exactly six o’clock, there’s a knock on my door, and I’m surprised by the intense sense of relief I feel. I think there was a part of me that worried she wouldn’t come.
“Come in,” I call out, and when the door opens, I’m spellbound. She’s utterly captivating. Raven comes in, closing the door behind her, and takes a seat in the chair across from me. Instantly, I’m hard. Fuck.
With my hands clasped together, I put them on the desk and ignore every impulse that begs me to sit her on my desk, push that conservative skirt up her thighs, spread her legs, and get my fill. Clearing my throat, I ask, “So, how was your first day?”
“I feel like I ran the gamut today,” Raven jokes, letting out a held breath but managing a smile. “Restarting my computer after completing my firm onboarding, pulling up the trading software, and seeing that one and six zeroes freaked me out a bit at first, I’ll admit.”
“Is that why you only spent a quarter of it on soy futures?” I ask, and Raven lifts an eyebrow. “I was keeping tabs on you, just in case.” Rather than seem offended, she relaxes slightly. As if my oversight could keep her from making any major missteps. “I can check on any of the traders or trading at my discretion. I simply kept yours up on a background screen today.” I gesture to one of my monitors.
The truth is, I rarely check on the individual traders or their trades. It’s like worrying about a single rain drop while swimming in the ocean. But I watched Raven today, interested to see what she did and trying to figure how her mind works.
“Then did you see that I put the funds out the way I did to create an integrated investment system, the pieces interlocking with each other?”
I lean back in my seat, rocking slightly. “I did. I like the way you think.”
Her eyes light up with the compliment. Fucking hell, she’s even more gorgeous when she smiles. I swear, this woman put a fucking spell on me.
“And your plan is to use what’s not the minimum maintenance to shift the engine each rotation,” I conclude, and Raven nods. “A very gestalt idea. Most traders would just juice the engine.”
“If you’re looking for a quarterly bump, sure,” Raven says. “But this system will create wealth for a generation. With a bit more tweaking, and applying this idea to other cycles, multiple generations. Already, I’ve made more profit than I got paid in the past twelve months.”
I turn, pulling up Raven’s account and seeing the figures. “You were underpaid.”
“Maybe, but this is just the start. I’ll get better, I know it.”
“I’m sure you will too,” I reply.
That’s it. She’s given me the report of her figures for the day, and I should let her go.
But I can’t. I won’t. Not yet.
Thinking quickly, I glance at my monitor, seeing the report I was trying to make heads or tails of for the last hour. “I’d like your take on this,” I tell her, waving her around to my side of the desk. “It’s a deal I’m considering with Dexstrom.”
She gets up, her hips swaying as she comes to stand beside me. Her eyes are wary, like she can read the duality of my intentions. Sure, any help I can get with this gibberish would be appreciated, but getting Raven closer to me is what I want.
She’s so close I can feel her warmth. I can smell her perfume. The tension crackles, and I ignore it. Just like I ignore my cock.
“Bleeding edge tech,” she says, leaning over to look at my screen more closely as she starts to look through the slide show I’ve watched a half-dozen times. I don’t know if she realizes it, but it puts her right breast within mere inches of my forearm. Glancing at my other monitor, she sees the numbers. “Seventeen million… not a lot, in your eyes?”
“No,” I reply, my voice slightly raspy. Professional? All I want to do is turn my hand, tease her breast, and ravish her body like it deserves. “What more do you see?”
Raven pushes in closer. “You mind?” she asks, gesturing toward the mouse.
I back up, giving her space and trying to prevent an issue as she reaches across me, taking control of the tiny arrow on the screen.
And though she’s driving me insane, Raven doesn’t seem to notice. She’s intently focused, peering at my monitors, her head only moving when she switches from one to the other. Worse, with her completely distracted, I let my eyes trace down her body… the nape of her neck, her shoulder, her hip, the length of her leg. With barely a tug, I could bring her skirt up and bury my face in paradise, my tongue stroking her pussy until she screams my name.