Ticking Time Bomb

Kieran sat next to his assistant in the car as they headed back to the condo. They had gone and toured Maxwell’s plant, and he had to admit he was impressed and sold on investing in the man’s company. He knew that it would yield a significant profit for himself and Cayman Industries in the long run.

He’d been impressed with Ms. Douglas as well. She seemed to have done her research on Russo Agriculture and the man himself. She was efficient, that was for sure, and damn competent. Contrary to what he had believed at first.

They pulled up to his building, and he got out, led the way inside, and over to his private elevator. He had given Timothy an access card to it and a key to his condo when Ms. Douglas moved in. He was sure to get both of them back from him and gave them to his assistant.

When they walked into the condo, Kieran went straight to his office. He had spent the last half of the day touring the plant and knew he had several emails to respond to. He assumed that Ms. Douglas would do like she did every other evening. Change clothes and then prepare them something to eat.

He hadn’t been in his office ten minutes when there was a knock on the doorframe. He looked up to find Ms. Douglas standing in the doorway, her head a mass of brown curls. It had been that way earlier, but now there was something else about them. They almost looked as if she’d just been thoroughly satisfied. His thoughts immediately went to her writhing beneath him, and he began to harden.

Bringing himself back to the present, he signaled to one of the chairs across from his desk. He tried not to watch the natural sway of her hips as she came in, but it was a bit of a challenge. Something had to be wrong with him. He figured it was just because he hadn’t been with a woman in a few months, and his body was telling him it was time.

“What is it, Ms. Douglas?”

“We need groceries,” she informed him.

“Why haven’t you gone and gotten any?” Was his bright response, and from the look on her face, he could tell that it wasn’t the right thing to say.

“Maybe because I’ve been working just like you have.” She shot back, rolling her eyes.

Kieran felt his lips twitch slightly, and he cleared his throat to stop himself from smiling. He’d only been working with her for the last three days, and already he knew she was a bit of a spitfire. He had to admit that he liked her more than his past assistants. Unlike them, she wasn’t one for holding her tongue when she felt it should be said, and she hadn’t taken any of his crap.

“Well, why don’t you go and take care of that now.”

“I would, except I don’t know what you like. You gave me a list of things you’re allergic to. There was nothing on what you liked or disliked,” she responded, folding her arms under her chest, causing the action to push her breast up and his eyes to roam there immediately.

“Just choose some things.”

“Or you could come with me.”

Kieran looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She couldn’t possibly be serious and wanted him to go, but as he looked at her face, he knew she was indeed serious. He had never been grocery shopping before in his life. That’s what his assistants were for, and his housekeepers and nannies when he was younger as his parents worked hard to give him a good life.

For some reason unknown to him, he found himself rising from his desk chair and heading around his desk. Ms. Douglas didn’t seem to need words as she led the way to the door and down the hall. They left the condo and got into the elevator.

Instead of pushing the button for the first floor, Kieran pressed the button for the parking garage. He didn’t bother with calling Timothy and just decided to drive himself. He unlocked the doors to his black Porsche and got in.

When they pulled to the parking garage opening, he paused for a moment, looking both ways, his face a mask of concentration, before turning his attention to Ms. Douglas.

“Which way?” He questioned.

She turned her attention to him, and the look on her face was pure shock and disbelief. Despite her seatbelt, she turned in her seat so she was looking straight at him.

“You’ve never been to the grocery store? Please tell me you’re joking.” When he didn’t say anything, her eyes grew double in size.

He sighed, not sure if he liked her questioning him. “No, Ms. Douglas. I haven’t. So, are we going or not?’ He gritted out, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Rolling her eyes, she corrected herself in her seat. “Don’t get your panties in a wad. I was just curious. Go left.”

Over the next twenty minutes or so, Kieran followed her directions until they were pulling up in front of the market. He found a park a reasonable distance away from the other cars, and they proceeded into the store.

He watched as she got a shopping cart and proceeded down the first aisle. She picked up a few standard things before turning to him and asking if there was anything on that aisle that he liked. He looked around for a few moments before shaking his head, and they continued. The rest of the shopping trip went this way. They went down every single aisle, and each time she would ask him if there was something he liked on that aisle. If there were, he would get the items and place them in the cart; if there weren’t, he would say no, and they would move on.

When they’d come to the coffee aisle, he wasn’t surprised to see her place a few different types of tea into the cart. Over the past couple of days, he noticed that she didn’t like coffee and preferred tea.

By the time they had finished shopping, the cart was overflowing. They waited their turn to check out, and when they made it to the register, Kieran couldn’t help but notice how the cashier looked at him. He had to admit she was mildly cute, but she wasn’t his type. He would do nothing more than fuck her and be done were he to engage in anything with her.

Kieran pulled out his credit card when the total was given and swiped it. He signed the electronic pad and followed Ms. Douglas out of the store as she pushed the cart. When they made it back to the car, they placed the groceries into the trunk.

They were headed back to the condo when he felt her eyes on him. They made it to a stoplight, and he looked over to find that she was indeed staring at him.

“So, how did you like it?” She questioned.

At first, he thought she was trying to be funny, and his temper began to spike, but as he looked at her, he saw that she was genuinely curious. He reigned his anger back in before turning his attention to the stoplight that had now turned green.

“It was fine. I don’t think I would want to do that by myself, but it was okay.” He glanced over to see her nodding at his answer.

“Could we get takeout?” She then questioned. “It’s already after eight, and I don’t feel like cooking this late.”

His first thought was to tell her no, that it wasn’t part of their arrangement, but he made the mistake of looking over at her. She was biting her lip, and her brilliant green eyes were staring at him intently.

“What would you like?”

“Whatever is fine.”

Kieran took out his phone and called for Chinese takeout. They had just pulled up to the front of his building when he ended the call. He watched as she got out of the car and headed into the building. Again, he couldn’t help but watch the hypnotizing sway of her hips and her perfect, round ass.

He groaned out loud in the empty car. He needed to get a grip because she wasn’t his type. The sooner he found some woman to fuck, the better. He would finally stop getting aroused by his assistant.

She returned with a trolley, much like the ones used at hotels. Kieran got out and helped her load all of the sacks onto it.

He then got back into his car and drove it back down into the parking garage as she wheeled the cart back into the building. He got on the elevator and hit the first floor. The doors opened, and she wheeled the cart in.

When they got back inside the condo, Kieran again retreated to his office. He still had more emails he needed to reply to, and he was more than sure that Ms. Douglas would be able to handle putting the food away.

Twenty minutes later, he heard the intercom beeping in the living room. Making his way there, he pressed the bottom and lifted the covering to see that it was the takeout he’d ordered. After having a brief conversation with the delivery boy, he allowed him access to the elevator but watched him the entire ride up.

Once the food was brought up, he handed it over to his assistant while watching the young man journey back down to the first floor and off the elevator. Once the empty elevator doors closed, he covered the screen and headed into the kitchen.

There he found Ms. Douglas fixing plates. He took a seat at the bar and waited patiently for her to finish. When she was, she handed him a plate and a water bottle. She grabbed her plate and water and took a seat at the bar, leaving a space between them.

They ate as they did most times, in silence. Neither of them felt inclined to speak. Him more so because he had never been one for idle chit-chat; her, he believed because more often than not in the last three days, he’d learned that she was usually irritated with him. However, that didn’t bother him.

Once he was finished eating, he rose from his chair and headed into his office again. There were a few more emails he needed to read and respond to. Just because he wasn’t at the office didn’t mean work ceased. No, there was always more to be had, more to be made; therefore, there was still work for him to do.

When he finally headed to his bedroom, it was after midnight. Stripping out of his clothes, he stepped into the shower as the hot water tumbled from the showerhead. Over the past few days, his thoughts drifted to Ms. Douglas as he showered, and tonight was no different.

He could imagine her there in the shower with him. Her deep caramel skin glistening as the water ran down her frame. Her naked body there for his taking, to do with as he pleased. He could see her perky breast, beautiful nipples hardening under his gaze. His mouth watered at the thought of feasting on those nubs. His hand sliding down her body, resting between her legs as his finger massaged her clit.

Kieran was hard just thinking about all the dirty things he could do to his little assistant as he slid his hand across his dick. Only when he imagined her crying out her pleasurable release did he spill into his hand.

Taking deep breaths, he tried to calm himself. If he didn’t do something about his sexual frustration quickly, he knew that he’d go insane. Between showers and the dreams, he was a ticking time bomb, and he didn’t know when he was going to explode.