Meet the new boss … definitely not the same as the old boss.
Ettore Zane, AKA Mr. Money AKA Billionaire “King of Sex”, has just bought the company Allie Davis works for. Now she’s his right-hand associate in his sex toy and club empire. And he has no problem mixing business with pleasure.
Ettore also knows something Allie doesn’t… her boyfriend is a cheat. And there is nothing he hates more…
This is the first part of the “Mr. Money” series by Emily Cantore and is 17200 words long.
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“Ms. Davis, are you ready?”
I leaned back in my chair and saw Mr. Zane sitting with his feet up on his desk, sipping a coffee. The cup could have had whisky in it from how he looked. His top button was undone, his shirt sleeves rolled up and I saw on his right arm tattooed black lines spiraling upwards. I wondered how far they went.
I turned back to my document. I’d had it ready for the last fifteen minutes and had spent that time trying to work out how to talk about this vibrator without turning every shade of red there was. That wasn’t entirely true. I’d also spent a chunk of that time trying to think of boring things so the tingle between my legs went away. Ice-burgs. Local politics. I’d failed at that.
I printed two copies, the machine on the other side of my office quickly spitting them out and then grabbed my notepad, bottle of water and took a deep breath before walking out to Mr. Zane.
“Watch out, there’s a seat there,” he said with a hint of a smile, sliding his feet off his desk.
I sat down and handed him one copy of the report. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a large black stapler. He put the report in and then slammed his hand down on it, the echo crashing through the room.
“Should I do you too?” he asked.
“No thank you.”
A very mischievous part of my brain took hold of the second meaning and hit the button for temperature increase.
Mr. Zane flipped over the first page of the report but barely looked at it. “Can you take me through this?”
“Certainly.” I was going with ultra-professional to get me through this. They were just words. Like brick or hat or tree. Any sexual connotations was only happening in my mind.
“Fifty-three survey responses. Nine out of ten rated it at higher than nine out of ten overall.”
“On what scale?”
He was looking at me with those green eyes and I knew he wanted me to say it. I also knew that he’d already read the survey results.
“Number of orgasms. Speed of orgasm.”
He nodded as though we were discussing nothing more interesting than toast.
“A common response was feeling like they had had sex after using the vibrator.”
He looked down at his page and I saw him read what I didn’t say.
“You’ve written something else here.”
“Yes, you can read it there.”
He smiled and put the report down. “In a few days, if you’re willing, we’re going to be visiting some sex toy manufacturers and having meetings with people pitching new products at us. You are going to need to be able to say-” he looked down at the report “I feel like I’ve been fucked harder than I’ve been fucked before without stumbling over it.”
I bit my lip and looked down at the report. Bad enough I had to read this out with him smirking at me but he was doing that double sentence meaning thing with if you’re willing. I looked up and held Mr. Zane’s gaze.
“Participant 21 reported I feel like I’ve been fucked harder than I’ve been fucked before. She also said that she enjoyed the Silent Z in her pussy while her boyfriend fucked her ass and she went on at great length about how she’d fuck the creator of the Silent Z senseless if she could find time away from her now favorite toy.”
Somehow I managed to hold it together, only glancing down to quote her directly.
“That’s the kind of results we want.” He lowered his voice and leaned in closer to the desk. “Wasn’t that the hottest thing you’ve read? She’s completely uninhibited, loves to fuck and is happy to tell everyone about it. This is the kind of woman we need in the world. This is the kind of woman I’d love to fuck.”
He sat back and then pulled open the drawer the stapler had come from. This time though he took out a Silent Z. It looked tiny in his hands.
“Have you tried it?” he asked.
I shook my head, afraid to speak unless a squeak came out or a moan.
He pressed the base but I heard nothing. Then he reached out with it and waved for me to give him my hand. Like it was a on a string, I lifted it up and he clasped my wrist, pulling me forward in the chair. He pressed the tip of the vibrator against my palm and immediately the buzzing sensation jittered up my arm, closely followed by goose-bumps.
“Completely silent,” he whispered. “Feel how powerful it is?” He moved the tip of the vibrator across my palm and towards my wrist. The vibration was buzzing up my arm and all I could think about was how his hand felt around my wrist. His hand was so large and my wrist so small in comparison.
“How does that feel?” he said.