Mr. CEO by Willow Winters

won’t,” I say with as much confidence as I can manage.
    Eva tears her eyes away from the tall building and growls, “You’re damn right we will.”
    Our heels click across the polished marble floors as we enter the lobby, and my jaw nearly drops. It’s even more beautiful on the inside than it is the outside. The walls are painted a muted shade of taupe, and they’re adorned with gorgeous antique paintings that must’ve cost a fucking ton. Complementing everything is upscale, contemporary furniture. Seriously, some of this stuff I wish I could steal and take home to put in my living room.
    On top of that, in the middle of the room sits a beautiful marble fountain with a naked Greek statue at its center, filling the giant lobby with the soothing sounds of running water. Meanwhile, classical music plays softly over a speaker system giving the atmospheric vibe a very relaxing feel.
    It feels so high class in here.
    “I feel like a high-class whore now,” Eva whispers to me as we watch employees making their way to whatever departments they're headed to.
    “I know, right?” I say, swallowing back another yawn.
    We share a nervous smile and then continue on to the hallway and enter an elevator. Thankfully, no one else gets on, and it’s just the two of us. Eva presses the button for the top floor, and the door slides close.
    As we rise to the top floor, I start feeling even sicker with anxiety. This is a big day for me, and I don’t want to fuck it up somehow. I keep feeling like something bad is going to happen and I’m going to end up without a job, even though I should be confident in my abilities. It’s because of Logan. I have no clue what he’s going to say or do when I see him.
    By the time we reach the top floor, I feel like I’m going to hurl.
    Seeing my worry, Eva gives me a pat on the back before we leave the elevator. “It’s gonna be okay,” she assures me. She has no fucking clue.
    I’m a ball of nerves as we enter the new boardroom. I literally feel like I’m trembling all over. For a moment, I want to run away and flee the building.
    You have to stop this , I tell myself, steeling my resolve. You are in control. There is nothing you can’t do.
    As we make our way to two empty seats around the large mahogany meeting table, my heart skips a beat.
    Logan’s sitting at the head of the table, looking sharp as a tack in his grey, crisp business suit, his hair gelled and slicked to the side. God, he’s so fucking handsome. He looks like he owns the entire room, like corporate royalty. I can feel his eyes on me, boring into me with an intensity that causes my skin to prickle.
    I’m forced to look away, my cheeks burning, my mind filled with images of our night of hot sex.
    I don’t know how I’m going to get through this, I think as I lower myself in my seat and place my briefcase on the floor next to my chair, doing my best to avoid his gaze. Honestly, I feel like Logan can make me cum by just looking at me. Lord knows how fucking horny I am, having thought about his hot body and massive cock all night. I couldn’t help it. I almost didn’t come. But I need this job. If I didn’t, I would have quit the second I found out he was my new boss.
    Unconsciously I bring my thighs close together and my pussy clenches with need. Shit, my panties are wet. I’m annoyed by this, but I can’t help it. I’m practically burning up with a desire that’s almost painful.
    In fact, if I were a guy, I’d have a case of blue balls right about now. The funny thought does nothing to ease the tension running through my body.
    Noticing my obvious discomfort, Eva glances over at me. “You alright?” she asks softly.
    “Yeah,” I say, my voice strained. “Just a little nervous.”
    She smirks and nods toward Logan while leaning in and whispering, “He’s absolutely gorgeous, isn’t he?”
    You have no fucking idea.
    “Fucking fabulous,” I mutter, keeping my eyes carefully in the safe zone.
    Luckily