The Love Of Money - Episode 101
28-07-25 (08:42)
Chloe took the cup without saying a word. Bobbi simply
stared up at me, silently seething.
"He's married," I said, turning away from her to watch
the numbers on the elevator keypad.
"Never stopped me before," Bobbi retorted.
I snorted, "That scans."
She didn't say anything back.
"You don't get to sleep with anyone else, I said. "You
know that, right?"
"I assumed," she replied. "It was just flirting."
The elevator door opened and I walked down the hall
toward my office, "That's fine. Just making sure you
knew where' we stood on that."
"What are we doing?" Bobbi said.
"Going to my office."
I glanced at Bobbi to see her looking over her shoulder
at Chloe, who had taken up a seat on the couch in the
floor's lobby where' I'd seen Erin for the first time.
"Just us?" she asked. I could hear a faint hint of concern
in her voice.
"For now. Maybe," I said as I opened the door to my
office and strode in, immediately beginning to remove
my suit jacket. "Shut the door."
I heard the door shut behind me. I turned and just
watched her in silence as I slowly undid my tie.
Clearly uncomfortable with the silence, Bobbi finally
spoke up, "I heard part of the interview."
I slipped the tie off my collar, tossed it to the side, and
leaned against my desk, "What did you think?"
"You're really a Gerrard?" she asked, shedding her own
jacket and dropping it on the floor beside her. Her
blouse was sleeveless, leaving her shoulders bare.
"Yep."
"And you didn't even know It?"
"Nope." When she didn't remove anything else, leveled
a look at her. "Strip."
She didn't immediately move, "How much are you
really worth?"
I leaned forward, hooked my fingers into the waist of
her skirt, and drew her over to me, "You mean how
much does the world think I'm worth? Or how much
am I actually worth?"
"Both"
I simply stood there gazing at her for a full twenty
seconds. During that time, she didn't move. Instead, she
crossed her arms over her chest and arched an
eyebrow as if daring me to answer her question.
I stepped forward, reached up with one hand, and
closed my fingers around her throat. I pushed her back
until she hit the door. Her grey eyes were wide and
round as she stared up at me, her defiance melted
away and replaced with palpable fear.
"What did say about obeying me, Bobbi?" I growled
through gritted teeth. What was it about this woman
that brought out the absolute worst in me? "I said no
hesitating. I tell you to strip..." There was still a touch of
defiance in her eyes. " you." I slapped her across the
face just hard enough to leave a red print on her cheek.
"Fucking strip."
I let go of her throat, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and
lifted it over her head. She didn't assist me, but there
was little resistance either. She still seened in shock
from me striking her. I tossed it aside and wrapped my
arms around her waist, my fingers making little circles
around the smooth skin of her back.
"Over nine hundred billion," I said, my voice becoming
conversational again.
My fingers slipped up her spine as I watched her
attempt to process the number. They found the catch
on the back of her bra and snapped it free; it joined her
shirt on the office floor, leaving her soft, pale breasts
free. With one hand still pressed firmly to her back to
keep her close, I palmed one of her tits with the other,
enjoying the give of her flesh under my grasp. I
kneaded it firmly almost to the point of being too
rough, occasionally tweaking her nipple. Bobbi's
breathing began to quicken.
Bobbi raised a hand and gingerly touched her cheek
where' my handprint still marked her. In a quiet voice,
she asked, "Nine-did you say million? Or billion?" Don't forget to leave a Comment 
