Swans Ch. 1

"Well, if that's how you feel, I can't do anything to change your opinion. Have a nice day." She hung up then to get back to her work. She wished that she could have told him to buzz off and stay out of her life for good, but something held her back. She met him a few months back when she was temping for an ad agency, and he was in the art department. She went out with him a couple times for lack of anything better to do, to discover that he was a very aggressive man indeed. She didn't even particularly like him, but the things that he did to her in bed were incredible.

She loved the forceful way, he would hold her down and ram his cock as hard as he could inside of her, or the way he would bite into her flesh savagely, making her scream in pleasure-pain. She loved the way he would flip her over and them ram it into her ass, by this time turning her into a quivering heap. She trembled just thinking about it. He was the best that she had ever had so far. She use to have a long going affair with one of her former bosses. Mr. Messersmith had been a skirt chaser, from the beginning and it turned her to do it in broad daylight in his office building. It was only after he had told her that his wife was on to them that he had gave her the ax, but he had the nerve to try to set her up as his mistress, something that she declined.

Take the office out of the sex and having sex with Mr. Messersmith was probably as fun as a root canal. There had been other brief little romps, but one that stuck out in her head particularly was one with a lawyer that she temped for, not too long ago. He was such a cocky bastard that she decided to tease the hell out of him. She wore even more revealing things to work and she knew exactly what it was doing to him. When he finally lost control and took matters into his own hands, things turned out much better than she hoped for. If she hadn't been so set on bringing him down a peg or too, she might have stayed on a bit longer, gave him a little more pussy. She had liked the way his dick had felt inside of her. She wondered what had become of him.

She was so deep in her thoughts that the sound of the voice, made her jump. "Ms. Randall?" a deep tenor voice spoke. She looked up to see a massive man in the doorway of her office. He had to be about six foot five, two hundred and some odd pounds. He had the shoulders of a full back. Yvette scrutinized the stranger, taking in every detail from head to toe. Grudgingly, she supposed that he was a good looking guy. His hair was a dirty blonde shade, and his eyes were an interesting shade of amber, like cat's eyes. He wasn't the pretty boy type with perfect features, in fact his nose was slightly crooked as if it had been broken, and there was a small scar along the side of his right cheek, but somehow, his rugged features were very attractive. He was a man's man. She could tell by looking over his body that there were muscles under his casual attire of beige khakis and a crew neck shirt.

"Like what you see?" the stranger asked with a crooked grin. Yvette realized that she had been staring, and her cheeks became a little hot with embarrassment.

"That was rude of me. What can I do for you Mr. er.....?"

"Jansen, but please call me Zack. I think my mother told you that I was coming."

"Oh yes, I'm sorry. I will have those papers ready for you in a minute. I'm only just getting in myself not too long ago." She apologized.

"No problem, I'm in no rush. My mom told me that she had a pretty new manager to run the gallery for her, but that seems to be an understatement, you're quite lovely," he made the comment so casually that he could have been referring to the rain, making her wonder if it were really a compliment at all. Once again she could feel the blood rush to her cheeks. What was wrong with her? She was use to men making comments on her looks, so why she reacted to his compliment in such a way was beyond her.

"Thank you," she said coolly, in that voice that usually warned men off. His eyes narrowed slightly at her freezing tone, and to her surprise he smiled at her. "Just calling it like I see it. Take your time getting those papers ready, I'm enjoying the view," he continued to smile.

She wasn't sure how to take this guy so she pretended that he wasn't there while she got the papers together. She knew that it wouldn't do to be too rude to this man, because after all, he was her boss's son. She fumbled several times before she was able to get everything in order - there was something disturbing about having this guy watch her. She stood up with the papers to find that he was already hovering over her desk, so when she was actually on her feet her body brushed against his.

The jolt that it sent through her was such a shock that she took a step back only to lose her footing. She would have fell, if he didn't reach out and pull her against him. Yvette stood motionless in his arms, her legs feeling like jelly as he hard her against his lean muscular body. Her dark brown eyes locked with amber ones. 'I think I get a reward for rescuing the damsel in distress," he said lightly, and before she could respond, his lips were on hers. At first she tensed up, but as his lips grew more insistent, she softened. The papers flew out of her hands as she found her arms going around his neck as his tongue snaked out to plunder the inside of her mouth. She could feel her body, melting against his. One of his hands that held her waist moved up to brush over a waiting breast and she moaned deep within her throat. She didn't know how long they kissed, but suddenly they were apart.

To her chagrin, she realized that it was Zack who had pulled away from her. She immediately backed away, careful of her footing this time. Not saying anything for fear of what would come out of her mouth, she scrambled to pick the papers up off the floor. She had never been, so embarrassed in her life. How could she act this way when she was had just met this man, she who held all men in the highest contempt? He bent down, and helped her with the papers silently. When they were back on their feet, he was grinning that crooked grin again.

"Sorry things got a little carried away for a minute doll, but you took my breath away. Call me old fashioned though, but I'm from the old school and I like to get to know my women before I go that far," he said. Yvette's lips tightened at his cockiness.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm not one of your women," she said through clenched teeth.

"No, not yet anyway," he smiled. She gasped at his boldness. She had met many men who were full of themselves before, but this guy really took the cake. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell this guy to take a long walk on a short pier but she stopped herself. This was the boss's son, she repeated to herself over and over again.

"Now that you have the papers, I won't keep you Mr. Jansen," she said in a frosty tone. She said it in a voice just enough not to be considered rude. He stared at her for a long moment, and look as if her were going to say something to that but decided against it.

He just smiled again. "I'll be seeing you again, beautiful," and with that he walked out the door, leaving her stunned. Smug bastard, she thought to herself. She found herself getting warm, as she thought about his lips on her. Immediately she shook the image out of her head. She probably just reacted the way that she did because, it had been a couple of weeks since she had a cock between her legs. Yes, that was probably it. Maybe she would give Javier a call later on, after all. She sat back down at he desk and went back to work. Fleetingly Zack Jansen crossed her mind again. If she never saw him again, it would be too soon.

To Be Continued...

Find out more about Cassidy Chastaine, in the next chapter.