Page 3 of Submit (Two Wheeled Psychos #3)
“Good morning, Sir.”
It’s the same thing every morning, a pleasant greeting by the door man in his crisply pressed, blue uniform with gold trim as he opens the large glass entrance for me, tilting his head in an accompanying greeting to his words.
The office building on Grand Central gleams in the morning sunlight, the rays bouncing off all the mirrored glass windows, making it shine like a beacon to all the business men who flock to it in their fancy suits just like mine.
I would’ve preferred to bring the bike, but with the slush and salt on the road, I won’t objectify her to the elements and chemicals.
Besides, the trip I’m planning down to Miami to take her out and have a little fun will give me my fill of her until the weather here in New York is warm enough to safely bring her out to play.
The large lobby inside shines almost as brightly as the outside, with its polished white marble floors and walls, and the mirrored chrome accents adorning the reception desk and the hand rails going up the large staircases that flank the large room.
The elevator doors, a line of eight of them also gleam brightly as if polished by hand every hour on the hour.
Potted plants in the corners and on either side of the desk bring a little warmth and nature into the otherwise sterile environment.
It’s quite stunning really, and something I’ve simply grown accustomed to over the years of having the entire top three floors in my businesses possession. I like it, no love it. It’s clean and orderly, just how I prefer everything to be.
“Good morning Mister Lambert.” The cute little blonde behind the reception desk says as I approach then turn right, watching her watching me.
She’s had her eyes on me like a piece of meat for the whole two years she’s worked here, never once missing a chance to say good morning or goodnight as I pass by her.
The way her brows draw in, her grey eyes darken, and she holds her breath, I know the things she’s imagining we could be doing together.
Too bad blondes do absolutely nothing for me.
Her big fake tits are a redeeming quality, but they look so big and tight under her uniform that I’d be afraid they’d pop under the force of my grip if I were to touch them.
“Good morning Miranda.” I say, throwing her a wink as I strut by, just to see her quick intake of breath and those big titties rise even higher.
With a small, satisfied chuckle I wait for the elevator on the far end to arrive, the one labeled private, after I press the small, round, silver button.
It’s the express car that runs straight up to my levels, passing the other twenty-seven floors without ever stopping.
I rock back and forth on the balls of my feet, occasionally watching her from the corner of my eye as she ogles me in my designer suit and polished shoes.
Oh, Adrian, what you do to every woman who looks at you.
With a cheery ding, the car arrives, the doors slide open, and I can get in all alone, away from prying eyes.
Leaning against the mirrored wall, I close my eyes and enjoy the ride upwards to where I need to make some very important decisions today.
The nerves don’t bother me, but something still isn’t sitting right with me, and I’m hoping my V.P.
of operations, Daniel, can shed some light on the issues we’ve been having.
This merger between my company and the one in Japan needs to go off without a hitch.
Stopping at the twenty-ninth floor, I step out, buttoning my suit jacket, and slide my hands into my front pockets.
Ashley, my receptionist and personal assistant is hard at work at her desk, her headset on, her lips moving a mile a minute as she discusses something over the phone with God only knows who.
That woman is worth more than her body weight in gold with everything she handles for me and the company, and she’s one of the only employees I don’t feel like I need to micromanage.
With a broad smile, she looks up at me, her face reflecting off the polished cherry wood of her desk.
I throw her a wink and nod my head towards the cubby in the corner where she keeps the fully stocked coffee cart, mouthing “You want?” to her.
She broadens that grin and gives me a little shoo of her hands to tell me to go ahead.
There’s no one else I would make coffee for, let alone know exactly how they take it and remember just how to make it.
But that woman is my saving grace constantly, the least I can do is give her the little caffeine boost I know she needs.
Besides, I need my macchiato anyways, and only she knows how to get it just right, but she’s too busy for me to ask for it.
The office is bustling with Monday morning business, with people shuffling back and forth through the long halls, disappearing and reappearing from open office doors.
The mail clerk goes up and down delivering the mail that arrived over the weekend, and the secretaries rush around with their arms full of files and documents.
It’s not long before Ashley joins me, sliding up next to me, bumping into my side with a little giggle.
“Morning Adrian. Have a good weekend?”
“Yeah not bad. Would be better if I could go ride.” I say, stirring the ceramic mug of coffee, listening to the little tinkling of the spoon against the sides.
“You and that bike. You know, one day that thing is going to kill you.” She scoffs, rolling her bright blue eyes that almost match mine as she takes her coffee from me, making sure her fingers brush mine softly as she does.
She’s a stunning woman of thirty, and one I pay an immense salary to for not just her professional expertise, but for the pleasure of playing with her when I don’t have the time to deal with finding a submissive who needs to be trained.
Ashley knows everything in business and fun, and I am so grateful for her to be in my life.
The fact that she’s exactly my type physically helps too, with her long brown hair, her crystal-clear eyes, her perky tits, and the narrow waist that flares out to hips that are perfect for grabbing.
Her personality though takes the cake. I can order her around in the bedroom and boardroom, but when it’s just us as friends, she has my cock and my attitude in check with her spunky attitude and fearless way of talking to me.
She’s perfect. Too bad I could never date her.
“If I die on that thing, then so be it. I’ll die a happy man.” I laugh, taking the mug back from her and taking a sip, making sure I did it right. “I didn’t taste it first.”
“I’m sure it’s just right. Everything you do is right.”
“Good girl.” I tell her, slapping her round ass under her little pencil skirt. “We ready for the meeting at ten?”
“Absolutely. Mr. Kinochi will be here shortly, and I have everything set up in meeting room three, including the special breakfast breads you had me order.”
“Perfect. What would I do without you?” I ask her, eyeing her up and down, letting her see the respect and desire I have for her.
“Only for you.” She sighs. “You’ve got this.”
“Thank you honey. Back to work now.”
“Yes, Sir.” She giggles and sashays away from me, giving me a little show with the sway of her hips as she goes back to her desk.
I bite my lower lip as I watch her ass move under that tight skirt, then bring my knuckle up to my mouth and bite that too.
Fuck, that woman is gorgeous.
The office seems to get busier as I make my way to the private escape I own in the corner.
It’s my little piece of heaven away from home and doesn’t match the pristine whites and chromes of the rest of the building.
It resembles more of how I like to keep my home, dark woods, warm colors, and a scent that reminds me of the holidays all year round.
Hanging my suit jacket up on the coat rack in the corner, I roll up the sleeves of my pale blue dress shirt and walk across the vast space, straightening up the magazines on the coffee table between two dark brown, leather couches in the center of the office.
A quick pat to the forest green and cream throw pillows makes everything look homey and inviting, even though I don’t really like people in my space.
My desk waits for me in front of the massive glass windows that look out over the city and the edges of Central Park.
It’s the prefect view to people watch, even from this height.
I can see all the benches beyond the wrought iron fences of the park, see all the runners on the paths, and ogle all the cute nannies pushing the strollers of their charges.
The scenery is beautiful with all the snow on the grass of the park and glistening in the branches of the trees under the morning sunlight.
Not many people are out and about with the cold weather, but I do recognize some of the regular joggers as I stand behind my chair, sipping my macchiato in the warmth of the inside.
“Adrian?”
“Hmmm?” I answer the voice of Daniel, my V.P. of operations and best friend since high school.
Turning around I see him at the door, his head through the opening of it, his body still out in the hall. He knows never to come all the way in unless invited, and he looks at me in question, finally coming in when I give him a curt nod.
“I got your memo over the weekend, and I think that everything should be fine. I double checked those acquisitions you were concerned about by the Japanese, and they are all on the up and up. They looked a little shady at first, from being run through Russian banks first, but it’s all legit.”
“Good.” I sigh, taking another sip of my drink, offering him a seat on one of the couches with a sweep of my tattooed hand towards it.
“Nah, I’m gonna run. I wanna get a couple more things done before we start.” He answers me, running his hand through his thick black hair that drops just to his nape.
He’s an attractive man, just as much so as me, and has no problems getting the ladies, but he’s chosen to be single all this time, the same as I. We really are two peas in a pod, working together and playing together for so many years that he could easily be my brother.
“A couple things? Or a couple…playthings?” I chuckle, watching him waggle his eyebrows in jest before he throws me a wink and backs out the door, closing it quietly behind him. “That’s my boy.”
My chair squeaks quietly as I sit behind my desk, the supple leather enveloping me in its natural warmth as I put my feet up on the desk and clasp my hands on my chest, closing my eyes.
The silence of the room hugs me tightly, relaxing me as I run through the words I want to say in the meeting that is drawing ever so close.
I’m lost in my thoughts, my body motionless, the only movement is the pictures behind my closed eyelids as I visualize the president of the Japanese company shaking my hand and agreeing to my terms. If I think and wish hard enough for it, maybe I can make it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
“Adrian. It’s time.” Ashley’s voice comes through the speaker in the phone that sits on the massive mahogany desk, rousing me from my thoughts. “You ready?”
“Be there in two.” I say back to her, kicking my feet off the desk, pressing the intercom button so she can hear me. “Thanks.”
“See you in there.” She says, her words laced with the desire she always has for me, and it calms me even more. She’ll be in there with me, at my side, like a good woman should be.
Good woman. I need that.
Grabbing my suit jacket again, and shrugging it on over my broad shoulders, I button the front and make my way out of my office, and over to the stairwell.
Taking the elevator for one flight seems lazy, and I quickly jog up the steps to the top floor and the grand meeting room of glass and mirrors.