The Love Of Money - Episode 83
27-07-25 (16:31)
She swallowed, adopted a look of extreme
vulnerability, and said, "He wouldn't like it, but that
doesn't matter. I'm a big girl. I can do what I want.
Besides... that doesn't turn you on? Taking a man's wife
and his daughter?"
Fuck. The thought of that was a turn-on. As far as I
knew, Roger VanCamp had never done a damn thing
to me, but the idea of taking both the women in his life
against his wishes was an aphrodisiac almost as strong
as his daughter. I wanted her even more. I wanted to
shove all the stuff off my desk like we were in a bad
drama and take her right there. I wanted to rip those
other buttons loose and stick my cock in the little minx
until I coated the walls of her vagina with my seed.
Our lips brushed each other for a full ten seconds, and
then I threw caution to the wind. Fuck Roger VanCamp.
Who gave a shit if Helen had a problem with it. They
worked for me, and if I wanted Ashlee, I could have
her. Our lips touched.
And then I heard laughter.
It came from somewhere' just outside the office and
completely shattered the hypnotic trance Ashlee had
put me in. I reflexively backed away from the young
woman's lips as if they were hot coals. Her arm around
my neck briefly resisted, but then Ashlee released me
so I could back away. I immediately felt embarrassed
that I'd backed away so quickly, and ashamed at my
embarrassment. Ashlee could tell that I didn't want the
others catching us kissing, and I suddenly felt like I was
fourteen and about to be discovered by my mother. I
was mentally kicking myself that I'd allowed the
moment to be ruined. Why was I having such a hard
time remembering who was supposed to be holding
the reigns here?
"Is that everything?" I asked again and cleared my
throat. Ashlee was smoothing out her dress and gave
me an unreadable stare for a long moment before
finally answering.
Yes, sir.
Then I should probably find my sister and see what
they're doing."
She stared a bit longer, then finally broke eye contact
and walked over to the desk to pick up the paperwork.
"Yes, sir. I'll get these filed at the office tonight."
"Thanks" I said and made my way to the door,
emerging into the entertainment room.
"There you are!" Emily said next to the pool table.
"She was just telling me about some of your cartoon
crushes," Erin said with a little wave. "Daphne? Really?"
"What's wrong with Daphne?" said, walking over to
them and trying to compose myself a little more. I
briefly glanced over my shoulder and noticed that
Ashlee hadn't followed me out.
Erin studied me for a pregnant moment, clearly noticing
that something was slightly off with me. Her brown
eyes searched mine, looking for some sort of answer
that would have been visible in my expression. My
poker face needed some work.
Then the moment passed and she gave me a pitying
smile. "It's just so basic. Clearly, Velma is the way to
go... or Shaggy if you're so inclined."
"Shaggy!" Emily protested with a giggle. "Not Fred?"
"Don't tell me you're basic too!" Erin rolled her eyes but
grinned. "Of course not! Fred's a workaholic. He's the
get-in-get-it-get-out type. He probably wouldn't even
get you to the finish line before he has to go back to
work. Also basic as fuck."
She looked back at me and nodded once in a final
decision that brooked no argument. "Nope... Shaggy and
Velma are the good ones."
"You're nuts," Emily tittered.
"Agreed," I said.
"Also agreed," Ashlee called out as she slipped out of
my office and shut the door behind her
Erin craned her neck to the side to look past me and
asked, "You get lost in there?"
"No," Ashlee smiled sweetly, "I just wanted to double-
check that everything was signed properly. Didn't want
to have to come back."
"You're leaving?" Emily asked.
"Yes," Ashlee replied as she closed the distance
between herself and the rest of us, "I have to get this
stuff finalized tonight, but it was so good to meet you,
Emily. We should do coffee or dinner sometime!"
"I'd like that," Emily said, "I'll walk you to the elevator,
and we can set a date.
The pair slowly walked away from Erin and me,
chattering about where' to meet, and Ashlee threw a
glance over her shoulder and gave me one more sweet
smile before turning her attention back to my sister. I
returned it half-heartedly. Then I felt my assistant
approach my side.
"Everything good?" she asked in a low voice.
"Yeah," I said.
"You sure? It looks like your pants shrunk a size in the
past ten minutes."
I looked down to see her giving me a smirk that didn't
quite reach her eyes. "What's your problem with her?"
"She's trouble," Erin said.
"Isn't she your friend?"
"That's how I know she's trouble. For one thing, she's
the one who recommended me to Helen."
That confused the hell out of me. "Isn't that a good
thing?"
Erin shook her head and said, "Not if she knows I'm not
looking for a relationship,"
"Wait..."
"Yep." Erin said. "You saw the other two Helen had
picked out for you. They would have tried to bag you in
a heartbeat. Pure competition, and the princess can't
have that. Since she has her eye on you, she needs
someone safe, but it can't be some boomer who
remembers the Regan era or someone who's more
beef jerky than a woman. You're too male to go for
something like that, so she suggested the only option
she thought could work."
"So she doesn't see you as a threat?" I asked.
"She didn't."
"She didn't?" I repeated. "What happened?"
"We just talked a little," she said, leaning against the
pool table. "Look, I can tell something went on in there.
I told you in my interview, I need transparency. I'm not
disappointed. I'm not Jealous. I'm sincerely looking for
your best interest."
Erin was right. She had been nothing short of a miracle
worker and my own personal angel. She deserved
nothing less than complete honesty.
"We almost kissed," I admitted. I slid my hands in my
pockets and something felt off. My phone wasn't there.
I must have left it on the desk where' I was signing the
papers. "Come on. I need to get my phone. I'll tell you
about it."
Erin followed me into the office while I gave her a brief
recap of the entire set of events that led up to us
almost kissing. I included the visit to the coffee shop
where' she first suggested a tryst and the bathroom
where' we officially met before being interrupted by
Helen. Erin echoed my sentiment that it was strange
how Helen never clarified the relationship between her
and Ashlee.
I found my phone on the desk. Next to it was a wad of
frilly pink fabric that hadn't been there earlier. Erin
picked it up gingerly between two fingers as I retrieved
my phone; the small ball of fabric unfurled as she held
them in front of us, revealing it to be a thong. The patch
of fabric meant to cover the crotch was much darker
than the rest of the garment, and there was a strong
odor of arousal in the air.
"I think this confirms how she feels about you," Erin
said with another smirk. Don't forget to leave a Comment 
