Resistance • l.h.

Thirty

Putting on a black mid-thigh pencil skirt, and a comfortable blouse, I hurried down to where Luke was waiting for me. I pulled back my hair into a high pony tail, making sure it was out of my face. I hated pulling my hair out of my face; it was my shield. But I guess this was the least I could do to please Luke, by dressing correctly.

He was wearing his tux again, and I had to double check to make sure I wasn't drooling.

"I'm sorry for the wait," I told him quietly. He just eyed me, turned around and lead us to our car. I flinched internally, knowing that he was giving me the silent treatment as my punishment. Honestly, it was working. Not being able to talk to him was torture. I'd rather him spank me again.

But that wouldn't really be a punishment, would it? My mind reminded me and I wanted to hit myself in the head.

Thankfully, it wasn't Calum that picked us up. I wasn't ready to tell Luke the whole story about what happened that night.

We arrived at a tall metallic building that had to rise at least 500 feet. Luke got out of the car and opened the door for me, still mute.

He may be angry at me, but he's still a gentleman. I pondered to myself. I admired that about him.

The inside was even more impressive. Men in suits, similar to Luke's, swarmed in bunches taking the elevator, trying to get to their floor. By the time we got into the elevator, everyone had already ridden up, causing Luke and I to be once alone with each other again. The tension between us was constricting, as if someone was holding a pillow over my face. When the door slid open, I nearly ran out.

I followed him to a large room with a giant wooden table placed in the center. He motioned for me to sit down as we waited for the other people to file in.

I bounced my knee under the table, unable to keep myself still. Luke rested his hand on my thigh, to stop my movement, and I immediately halted. His hands were warm compared to my cool skin.

Even when the meeting had started, he had yet to remove his hand.

"Mr. Hemmings, it's nice to for you to join us," the host said enthusiastically. "I'm glad your wife could join us as well."

We both sat up straighter and looked at each other awkwardly. "I'm his, uh, step-daughter," I spoke while Luke had a literal coughing fit. Why am I always having to explain this?

The man freaked out. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Hemmings, I just assumed because she's so young. Wait, no, not young like immature I mean like youthful. She's beautiful " He rambled, face turning red at his silliness.

Luke just gave him a hard smile, like he wasn't happy with what he said. "It's alright, Dean, don't worry about it."

The man, who's name I just found out to be Dean, relaxed. Damn, Luke must be pretty freaking powerful for people to get so nervous around him.

Dean began the meeting, explaining how the company wants to make new additions to the original Alka-Seltzer. I took a quick glance at Luke, who seemed to be listening intently.

Half way into the meeting, I was ready to get up and leave. The host's voice was emotionless, monotone. It was worse than all of my teachers combined.

Luke seemed to sense my annoyance, because he started moving his hand up my thigh, just like he did in the car. Please, not again. Not here! I held my breath, and snuck another look at him. He seemed completely unphased.

I tried my hardest not to fidget as I felt his fingers trail closer to my core, rubbing my inner thighs.

I grabbed his hand but he ignored my attempt to stop him, rubbing his finger over my clit through my underwear.

"Oh God," I whispered and clasped my hands together tightly on the table. I looked around nervously to see if any of the other people were watching, but they seemed all focused on Dean.

"And sales have risen, since America's consumption of fast food as also risen. That is why the company is thinking of changing the appearance of the tablet, to make the appearance more attractive for consumers. Just like any other type of food, people are more likely to eat/consume it when it is more visually appealing." Dean droned on and on, as Luke took his lip ring into his teeth, flicking a finger against my underwear.

I let out a puff of air, trying my hardest not to shake. My face felt hot, as he started rubbing faster, no doubt feeling my arousal leaking through my panties.

"F.ucking Christ," I painted loud enough just for Luke to hear, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

Right when I was about to release, he pulled back. I let out a resentful cry, accidentally attracting the attention of everyone. The room went silent.

"I'm sorry, I spilled some water on me," I covered up smoothly, grabbing a few napkins off the table and dabbing a fake spot on my leg.

The meeting easily went back into session and I caught a glimpse of Luke's smoldering eyes.

I clenched my jaw in frustration, waiting impatiently for the meeting to be over.

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