Her C.E.O

Chapter 4

Her heart sunk as she felt the elevator slow to a stop at floor 57, the floor where most of the meetings took place.

 The chrome doors opened to reveal a tall handsome man with light skin and cheerful brown eyes. He was in a designer labeled black suit tailored over his 6'2 muscular frame. With a neat fade with a crisp line-up and big circle diamond studs pierced in each ear, Jerome Anthony, had the straight women in the company swooning when he left the office. Except for Jazz though, her taste was more feminine. 

Sharp jade eyes and full soft lips entered her mind.

*Why can't I control my libido these last couple weeks, all I think about is my boss.* Shaking her head softly.

"Running behind, I see." Stated Jerome in his low baritone voice, with a cocky smile.

"Shut up, Jerome!" Jazz hurriedly stared at her phone again, 07:23. "Hurry and pick a floor, she will be here any minute and I didn't even get her favorite coffee." She complied, too late realizing her error. Jerome's cocky smile widened even further.

 He's been trying to get Ms. WuHong to go out with him for the longest and she always shot him down. 

Jerome wasn't an employee, unfortunately, he was a client and when he saw the dark brown-haired goddess, it seems like she wasn't the only one who couldn't get Ms. WuHong out of their head. Jerome Anthony was persistent, he was a high-profiled millionaire dealing with Exotic Art and owned some small museums around the world, showcasing the latest finds in history.

Jazz sighed, "You know she will say no, Mr. Anthony." Turning professional as the elevator went up.

"It doesn't hurt to try again, one day I'll get her to say yes and I'll get to kiss those full lips." Uncensored, Jerome stated straightening his tie. She bristled, with a feeling of jealousy creeping over her. No one exactly knew if Ms. WuHong preferred men or woman, she was impenetrably private with her social life.

*Even if she liked women, she probably chooses a supermodel or movie star. Someone who wasn't her secretary and didn't get her favorite coffee because I was up late last night reading that damn book.* Jazz tried to smother her failures with a gigantic sigh.

07:24 AM.

 The chrome doors opened to the top level with gray and silver marbled floors and floor to ceiling windows in a large open floor plan with Jazz's spacious black marble desk set in the middle facing towards the elevator. Jazz loved having her own space. It came with a modern stainless steel refrigerator, the latest in instant cup coffee makers that included an espresso machine, which she didn't know how to use. That's why she always got her boss's coffee at the cafe. She set her Chanel purse on her desk and walked in to her boss's office, thinking she at least had some time to make sure her meetings was still on for today.

Cold jade eyes narrowed as Jazz walked in, and she froze with her heart in her throat.

"Oh goddess! I didn't know you were here already. I'm so sorry, Ms. WuHong!" Jazz bent so low, her nose was touching her knees. She could feel her stony gaze staring down at her with disappointment.

"You were almost late, what kept you?" Cleo questioned coldly, taking in Jazz's curly mess on top of her head to her heels. One delicate gold chain unclamped from around her ankle dangled innocently from one of her heels.

Jazz went to open her mouth to explain her predicament when the clouded glass double door opened behind her.

"Hello, Ms. WuHong." A smooth baritone voice answered behind her. Jazz shot back up in shock. No one and absolutely no one, entered Ms. WuHong's office without an appointment or Ms. WuHong stating that someone was coming up to see her. Jazz knew Jerome Anthony did not have an appointment.

Jerome quickly glanced down at Jazz's cinched-in waist with full hips and plump ass.

Cleo's jade eyes narrowed even more and Jazz literally felt the room drop ten degrees.

Jerome obviously not reading the room, walked in fully with a swagger that was purely masculine. Taking in the floor to ceiling glass windows that still had the blinds shut and dark gray marble floors with charcoal-colored walls, stepping into Ms. WuHong's office was like stepping into the lions' den. Industrial silver pendulum lights hung from the twenty-foot ceiling like crystals, filled the office with a dim warm yellow glow.

"This is some office, Ms. WuHong. With a mixture of feminine and masculinity." Exclaimed Jerome, taking in the original soft paintings of nature and flowers on the walls to the display of different valuable Japanese swords. Jerome walked up to the desk to peer down at the beautiful and ferocious looking dragons carved from pure jade resting innocently on a dark cherry oak desk amongst the deep purple Orchid flowers that Jazz placed there the day before.

"These flowers are beautiful, just like you Ms. WuHong." Expecting a blush but getting a stoic expression, Jerome straightened up to his full height.

Cleopatra had half of her thick straight hair in an intricate top knot with delicate yellow gold hair sticks with a small navy blue flower at the end. She wore a dark navy blazer that looked like pure silk molded to her lean ripped biceps with a delicate magenta halter top that stretched over full breasts and hugged those six-pack abs. Loose dark navy trousers draped over her legs, hidden underneath the desk where she sat.

"Right, you can thank Ms. Harris, for those. She knows how to brighten my day and speaking of which, I don't like to repeat myself, Ms. Harris." Cleo stated stoically, resting her chin in her hand with a bored expression.

Jazz hurried up and explained why she was almost late. 

"I was up all night reading a very interesting novel and I overslept a little." Jazz felt heat rise in her cheeks and flush across her nose. Jazz knew not to lie or make excuses but it came out that way. Dismissing Mr. Anthony, Cleo turned to look at Jazz from her desk.

"Come here." Cleo ordered. Jazz scurried to the front of the desk.

"Come here in front of me." Cleo stated again turning her black chair from her desk to the side and pointed down in front of her. 

Jazz had a fantasy flash in her minds-eye of Cleo using that same voice as she got on her knees and unzipped those expensive pants. Jazz felt heat gather between her thighs as her nipples tightened and realized with a start, she forgot to put on a bra and panties. 

Clenching her black blazer together she went to stand in front of Cleo.

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