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Hours spent staring at the little picture of Lily in the corner of my screen while I work fly by. The day escapes me, to the point I don’t hear my phone when it rings, nor the bustle of the office around me. I’m hazily unaware every time my assistant comes in and toils around my sanctuary, tsking at me and rolling her chocolate eyes with each monotone and blank response I give her when she asks me a question or hands me a paper to sign.

Normally every time she comes in, I sneak quick peeks at her, even though I would never fuck her. She dresses her lithe frame sexily on purpose, just for my attention, and I do give that to her though, just discretely. I know she wants me, and my wealth, but she’s actually a good employee and I would hate to lose her to my pit. She’s a gold-digging whore, just the type I love to toss on the bone pile, but she’s a firecracker at her job, and that’s more important. Good help, especially ones who keep their traps shut are hard to come by.

I’m too lost in my brain with the thoughts on how I want to watch Lily, and what I’m going to do with my precious little princess once I set my evolving plan in place. It’s not until Kendra stops in front of my desk, her hands on her hips, her blouse half open with her tits hanging out, sighing an annoyed exhaled breath do I finally look up and see the world around me.

“H, you haven’t noticed me all day.” She pouts, leaning forward, squishing her ample breasts together so they almost spill from the cups of her mostly exposed push up bra.

“I see you darling. I’m just busy today is all.” I tell her, closing the cover to my laptop with a quiet click, giving her the attention she desires.

“I know everything you need for the next project, what else has you so busy?”

Leaning forward, my elbows on top of my computer, my chin resting on my hands I look her in the dark brown eyes and give her a sly wink.

“Just something private.”

“Ugh.A woman?”

“A man doesn’t kiss and tell.” I say, pushing myself back and rising from my seat, fixing the button on my sport coat as she throws me a salty glare. “Now now, Kendra. Be a good girl and go home for the night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I doubt she’s better than this.” She scoffs, waving her hands up and down in front of her sexy body.

“We shall see. Good night.”

With a flap of my hands, I dismiss her, watching her stomp out of my office, her heels clunking loudly on the hard floor. She’s cute when she’s jealous. It’d be fun to play with that, but with the information I found in my search today, I need to get a move on if I want to catch Lily at work.

Waltzing over to the closet on the far side of the office, just next to the private bathroom, I grab a pair of leathers. It’s not raining today, but the air is still cool. Plus, I want to be fully covered, so all she’ll see is a biker sitting in all black with a darkened visor enjoying a cup of joe outside the window of the little coffee shop where she works part time in the evening after her day job at a department store.

Poor thing working two jobs. Not if she’s mine. She’ll only work for me, on her knees, like a good little cum slut.

My suit strips off easily, the soft material falling to the floor in a heap I’ll take care of later. Pulling the stretchy compression shirt on over my head I set it in place and smooth it out across my broad chest. It hugs my muscular body snugly and that, along with the grey sweatpants, makes it easier to slip on the full body leather suit.

With my backpack on, and black helmet in hand, I make my way out of the office, down the elevator, and into the garage where my black beauty waits for me.

The early evening sun shining through the levels of the parking deck throws orange and red glistening shapes onto her smooth paint, making her look like she’s on fire as I swing my leg over her and turn the key. She roars to life, her engine vibrating between my thighs when I flick her power on and put her into gear. With a snap of my head, I close the visor of my helmet and take off into the coming sunset.

The storefronts and shops fly by as I weave in and out of traffic, pursuing the sunset, like a man on a mission. I’m heading due west out of the center of town, towards the little shop where my newest obsession should be. Traffic is heavy, but that doesn’t slow me down as I split lanes and pass cars like they’re standing still, arriving in front of the coffee shop in no time.

The sight of her through the large window doesn’t disappoint, as I park my bike outside the café. She’s beautiful in her shapeless green apron, with her fiery hair tied up in a messy bun on top of her head, making drinks and wiping down the counters. She smiles at customers and pretends that nothing’s wrong. I see it though, the small winces when she moves, the glistening in her eyes when she turns around to grab mugs and cups from the shelf behind her. I can see the pain in her no matter how much she tries to hide it.

The thought of her in discomfort does strange things to me. I want to hold her, to comfort her, and to stroke the pain away. But at the same time I want to make her hurt more. I want to see and hear her begging me to stop, to listen to her little cries as I punish her for the tiniest of transgressions that don’t even exist, at least not yet.

I’m off the bike and yanking the door open, walking inside before I realize what I’m doing. She’s calling to me like a siren of the sea, singing her entrancing song with each smile and little giggle that escapes her pouty, pink lips. I’m enraptured in her, lost to the desires inside my head and my pants.

“How can I help you?” Her soft voice asks as I step up to the counter, my helmet still on, the visor still down, concealing my identity.

She gives me a curious look, narrowing her sculpted brows, trying to see through the tinted plastic when I don’t answer immediately.

“Coffee, black.” I mumble out, sighing silently to myself when she turns around to make the order without further questions, like my name or anything stupid like that.

With the internally disheveled state I’m in, I could see myself giving her my name and blowing all my fantasies right out of the water. Never before has any woman had this type of effect on me, and I have to say it is alarming at the least, down right enigmatic too.

Her plump ass sways back and forth as she steps to the coffee pot, picking it up with dainty little hands that tremble just a little when she picks it up. The sound of her sniffing the air, and the sight of her little nose twitching like a rabbit’s is adorable, but alarming as she pours the black liquid into a Styrofoam cup.

She smells me. Huh. Scent, the most primordial sense is going to be the one to give me away.

I can feel my breath catch in my chest, and my heartbeat pick up. I’m just waiting for her to say something, that she knows that I’m the man who saved her on Friday night, then left her in her driveway when all I wanted to do was take her inside and ravage her until she was a wasted pile of flesh and bones.

“Do I…?” She starts to ask, peering at me questioningly as she hands me the steaming to-go cup.

Her hand grips the drink, not letting it go right away. Even through my glove I can feel the current coming from her. She’s electric, with a pulse of something that flows from the brush of my hand against hers.

“No.” I answer quickly, taking my coffee, and setting the cup down, spilling a drop on my leather glove in the haste to pull out my wallet and hand her money.

I don’t even know how much it costs, she hasn’t told me, and I don’t fucking care. She’s still staring at my visor in question, her nose twitching, and doesn’t say anything when I chuck a ten-dollar bill on the counter. Her eyes flick to the money, and it gives me the breath I need to make my escape.

Running from her. That’s a turn of events.

I can’t risk another physical contact with her, not even a simple caress of my covered fingertips to her soft skin. This woman is going to be my undoing, and I can’t have that. Turning on my heel, I silently grab my stuff and haul ass away from her and her magnetic pull.

“Fucking smooth, asshole.” I grumble to myself as the door closes behind me, the little bell on the door jingling a tiny laugh at how the big bad wolf “H” is flustered by a petite little redhead in an unflattering green apron.

Get a grip.

The metal chair at an outside table in front of the pane window scrapes against the cement patio as I pull it out hastily. Flopping down in it with a sigh, I lean back and cover my helmeted face with my hands and sigh out the breath I’ve been holding. Why my brain thought if I didn’t breathe she wouldn’t be able to smell me is beyond me. I’m like a fucking teenager with an infatuation, all stupid and not knowing how to behave like a normal person.

“Normal. Ha! I’m the furthest thing from it.” I laugh to myself, making sure I’m facing away from her view of me as I lift the visor and take a taste of the mediocre black coffee. “Ugh.”

The large amount of business the establishment does is my saving grace, keeping her busy all evening as I sit outside, slowly sipping the sludge in my now cold cup. For a small place with not so good brew, they sure do have a lot of customers, and as I watch her toil away, the realization that most of them are young men, who take way too long at the counter to get their drinks pisses me off.

“This will not do, my precious. Not at all.” I mutter as I watch some blonde, preppy, college kid in khaki pants and a varsity t-shirt lean against the register, his eyes under shaggy bangs firmly planted on my Lily’s chest. “Not at all.”

I can feel a rage building up inside of me as I watch the interaction. His gaze never leaves her perfect tits, even when she makes it blatantly obvious to him that she’s not interested. She turns her back to him multiple times, and even side steps when he reaches out to touch her hand as she collects his money from the counter.

“Touch her again and die.”

The Styrofoam cup in my hand crushes as I squeeze it, the last drop of the coffee dripping onto the metal patio table. I’m losing my cool, and he’s about to lose everything. I may have wanted to sit here peacefully and just observe my girl, but I have nothing holding me back from taking another plaything to my basement tonight. When he leans over and tries to grab a tendril of her hair that’s fallen from her messy bun, he seals his fate.

“Enough is enough.” I growl under my breath, standing and adjusting my leather suit, slapping the visor on my Pista back down into place.

Even though the night has darkened enough, the extra security that my face is hidden is needed, just in case there are CCTV cameras around. I will not allow some punk ass bitch to be my downfall. That honor is saved for the pretty flower Lily.

The bell on the door jingles quietly as he steps outside with a smug look on his douche bag face. He puts his wallet back in his pocket, and walks to his beater of a car, oblivious to the man in all black on his heels.