Page 16 of British Daddy to Go

6

Sean

“Sir, are you even listening?”

I drop the stapler onto my desk and blink a few times to clear my head. My hands always look for something to hold on to when my mind is wandering, and I guess my stapler was the victim this time around. It doesn’t seem broken, so I put it back in its usual spot, safe from being dropped again. “Sorry, what?”

My assistant, Greg, sighs. He’s usually much more collected than he is right now, so it must have been a long time since I last paid attention to what he was saying. I honestly don’t even remember when he got here. “I was going over your schedule for the day.”

My eyes find the clock on my office wall. It’s already after nine. My workday begins at seven every morning, so we’re well into my usual day. When was the last time I looked at the clock? I think it was when Greg first came in. So, thirty minutes ago? That’s not good.

“I’m sorry, Greg. I’m a bit distracted. Can you go over it again from the top?”

“Of course, sir.” He flips back two pages in the large planner he uses to keep my schedule in check. Three pages just for today? Do I always have this much going on? I know Greg is thorough, and he takes copious notes on what I need to expect in my meetings, but surely, a single day doesn’t take up multiple pages in that dastardly book.

He places a finger at the top of the page and starts to read. As Greg drones on about my day’s appointments, my mind wanders to Maggie once again. I know I need to pay close attention to what my assistant is saying, but that’s just not possible when Maggie’s plump, perfect lips keep invading my every thought.

What is it about this woman that has my head everywhere but work? I’ve never been like this before. I’m the one who leaves before sunrise and never calls again. “Love them and leave them” has always been my motto. I don’t think about the women I sleep with after the deed is done.

So why is Maggie so different?

Thinking about the last woman I dated, she couldn’t be further from Maggie if she tried. I don’t date often. When I do, they’re scrawny, money-grubbing blondes. I thought I had a type until I met Maggie.

Maybe Maggie is my type. I loved being between those thick thighs of hers. She stayed so wet the whole time we were messing around, too. So young, too. I’ve been with a lot of women, and none were as young and energetic as Maggie. It was clear she was innocent, but she made up for her inexperience with passion. Her blow job was the best I’ve ever had.

My cock hardens in my pants at the thought of it. I’d give anything to be with her again.

“Greg, when is my next appointment at Havisham’s?”

My assistant looks startled, reminding me I was supposed to be listening to him this entire time. Hopefully, I don’t have any important meetings this morning because I’m in no shape to be doing business. As CEO, I don’t have to do too much to keep things running, but I am in charge of the day-to-day success of my business. There are a lot of people counting on me to make them money.

“Sorry, sir?” Greg asks, blinking like a lost doe. I feel bad for the kid. He’s been my assistant for two years now, and I’ve never been this distracted before. Greg must think I’m losing it. He’s a great assistant, so I hope my scatterbrain isn’t going to send the guy looking for another job.

“The suit store, Greg. When is my next appointment?”

He scrambles through my appointment book that, now that I have a good look at it, appears closer to a novel than a planner. “Uh, next week,” he says. “Thursday at two.”

That won’t do. If I don’t see Maggie soon, I might explode. And not in a good way. The only release I want is from that beautiful woman’s mouth. Or, even better, from burying myself between her robust thighs. How has it taken me until now to know how much better curvy girls are than twigs?

“I need you to make me an appointment this week.”

Greg gapes at me. “Sir, this week is very busy. You have meetings and that conference…”

“Make it happen!” I yell. Greg takes a step back and snaps the appointment book closed. His eyes flare in anger, a look I’ve never seen on his face until now. “I’m sorry, Greg. I need a new suit for… my parents’ visit. They can be very judgmental about my clothes.”

My assistant nods, but it’s clear he’s not convinced. He flips the book back open and searches for any empty space. “I understand. I can move your… three o’clock meeting on Thursday to next week and get you in at Havisham’s instead. Is that soon enough?”

It’ll have to be. “That’s great, Greg. Now, what is on the schedule today?”

To his credit, Greg doesn’t roll his eyes or growl at me. The calm, cool, and collected college grad I’d hired as my assistant has returned. “You have a conference call with the partners at eleven. Then meetings with traders for the rest of the day.”

“Thank you. Is there anything else?” I keep my eyes trained on him so that he knows I’m paying attention this time.

Greg taps his pencil against the open planner. “Are you okay, sir? You seem distracted.”

“I’m fine, Greg.” I need a less nosey assistant. Aren’t they supposed to be silent unless spoken to? The last thing I need is some know-it-all trying to get up in my business.

Although, really, it is Greg’s job to know everything about me.