Changing Places with Yourself

Chapter 16

He sat back down in the same chair as before.  I caught a glimpse of him rubbing his thighs in what I can only guess is something he considers as a seductive move since our eyes met for a second before his self-massage started.  I’m no shy schoolgirl, but today I have a part to play.  So, I hastily think of something guaranteed to make me blush and avert my eyes quickly back to my computer monitor to finishing typing my missive to Claude and Grandpa. 

Email:  

Claude,

The Stovards think they can outsmart this “little b***h” as they call me.  Attached is the full IM from Joyce, who needs a raise, by the way, and she can get you the full recordings if you want to hear it for yourselves.  You have the original merger agreement and when Albert comes back with their “tweaked” version, Joyce is going to burst in with a crisis at one of our warehouses, some labor/union issue that needs immediate attention, on-site there.  I’ll lock up the ‘new’ contract without looking at in Grandpa’s special drawer, and encourage them to come back first thing in the morning, 7 am, for the signing.  I will make sure they think that once I’m gone that I won’t be coming back into the office until tomorrow.  Which is the complete truth, Joyce can take the spare key and give the file to the paralegal Claude you will need to send over.  Please word it so closely to what Albert says, changing only the words needed to allow us to take over his company instead of the other way around.  I know how skilled you and your colleagues are and trust that you all can accomplish this task before 5 am tomorrow.  That way when I pull out the contract they won’t know it’s been switched out.  I’ll have them go to the conference room for the signing since there is more room for the notary to set up and get their approval for Steve to be in the room as a witness with his body camera on.  We can broadcast footage to all our employees through their computers, as well as on the big TVs in every conference room but the one we are located in.  The more witnesses the better and Steve can provide Claude with the raw footage for once they figure out what we’ve done.  I will have them sign first and then Grandpa can come in “look” it over and sign his part.  Please text me if there are any problems or further questions on this matter. 

Thank you in advance,

Becky

I look up sheepishly at Adam as I click send, “I’m sorry about taking so much of your time, Mr. Stovard, sir.” I start to stammer and try to hide my “blush” with the blonde hair.  Luckily, most of the email was typed before he came back into the room.  I noticed that he completely ignored my question about his dad.

“Please call me Adam.  Mr. Stovard is my dad,” he gives a phone laugh over a joke older than dirt.  I stood and moved to the bar area.  I knew he was a single 28-year-old, your typical “playboy”.  You know the kind who drives fast cars and likes fast women.  It was said that he never took the same girl to bed with him twice, and of the 4 Stovard brothers, he was by far considered the “favorite son” by Albert.  Truthfully, after meeting Tony today, I have a theory on why.  I will have to have one of the guards test it out during dinner tonight.  I looked at him over my shoulder and asked again, “Is your dad coming back in?”  “Yes, I’m kinda embarrassed to admit, but he forgot the contract at our office and ran back to get it.”  Adam updated me.  “You mean this one?” I walk over to the desk to pick up and exam the original agreement before I hand it to him across the desk.  He places it on the edge and “spills” some of his water from earlier all over it and the desk.  He springs up apologizing as I stand up and grab a towel from the bathroom to mop up the mess.  He takes it from my hand brushing his fingers over mine, and I play along blushing once more at the contact, or so he thinks.   “It’s ok, I can print up another copy, and if you want you can call him to come back.”  I offered shyly.  “Shoot, we didn’t even think about that.  Oh, well, no harm because with him gone it gives me time to get to know you better.  I mean, since we will both be CEOs, we will be spending a lot of time locked in meetings behind closed doors.”  he purred seductively in my ear.  I moved back to the bar and offered him a stronger drink, acting as if I had been flustered by how close he had been.  In reality, I was just a bit, his cologne had filled my senses making rational thoughts just more difficult.  What I would have given not to have to be in the fat suit/wig disguise right now, would he still find me so repulsive if I were wearing one of my tailored suits with my long reddish-brown hair cascading over my shoulder and down my back?  I had seen all the pictures of the “women” he liked to bed and brunettes like me are his preferred company to blondes by far.

“I’ll have a scotch neat.  Neat means without ice.” his voice broke into my thoughts.  I had to act like I wasn’t sure which decanter had the scotch after I placed his glass in front of me, reaching for the wrong one twice.  He moved up behind me again and his arms snaked around me to grab the correct one.  He poured himself a glass that was over ½ of the way full, interesting that he seemed to need to get a buzz going to try to seduce me.  I’m insulted on so many levels but have to continue to play my part. 

“Would you like a sip, my dear?”  he asked first.  “No, thank you.  It would be illegal, sir, since I’m not 21 yet.  I just came over to grab a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and thought you might like something to drink too.”  I voice softly looking at him over my shoulder.  “Adam!  Come on, I know you can say it, Rebecca.  A D A M,” he teased spelling out his name.  “Adam,”  I repeat back.  “There that wasn’t so difficult, was it?” he quipped.  I give him a schoolgirl giggle before trying to move to grab my water, but his arms are still around me locking me in place at the minibar for some reason.  Curious, I’ll have to ponder that later because right now his lips just skimmed the top of my ear, sending shockwaves down my spine to my core.  That wasn’t expected at all, I didn’t think such a simple action from a player could set off a completely erotic reaction in my body.  I heard his soft chuckle at my involuntary gasp his lips had elicited before I could stop it.  He reached in the mini-fridge and scooped out a bottle of water before he began guiding me to the couch.  I noticed that he first downed his entire glass and poured himself a new one quickly.  We sat down and I took a small sip from my bottle then placed it on the coffee table in front of us.  He slid closer to me so that his thigh was pressed against mine; grasping my chin, he turned my head so he could look into my eyes.  “You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.  I could get lost in them, I think,” there was a ring of truth in his voice.  I searched his eyes to see if there really was a good man beneath the façade he presented to everyone else.  His gaze drifted down to my lips and he began to lower his head toward me.  “Adam, please stop.  I’m married.” I whispered helplessly.  “He’s an i***t to let you out of his sight.  If you were mine, I’d stay by your side day and night, just to keep all the other men away from you,” he growled as his lips came closer.  I turned my head so that he brushed my cheek instead of my mouth.  He simply changed tactics by leaving a trail of kissed over to my ear and down my neck, finding my sweet spot, and making me moan.  I knew I had to keep his hand away from me, or he would discover the fat suit because it didn’t feel as realistic when you were pressed against it.  My plan wouldn’t work if he figures out that I’m not the fat cow he thinks I am, and I can tell he is very skilled at the art of seduction so it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge.  To distract him, I took ahold of his hand and placed it over his crotch.  Even as I had him massaging his own member beneath our hands, I can feel it growing in size.  His groan as he kept kissing my neck told me it was working.  “Oh, baby, that feels so good.  Let me show you how turned on your making me.” he rasped out the order as he slid his hand out from under mine so that my fingers were cupping his throbbing shaft.  It was felt good; I won’t lie, so I squeezed him.  “Yeah, just like that, baby.  Unzip my pants; I want to feel your fingers curled around my rock hard erection.  Let me teach you how to give a h*****b to a man.  I want; no I NEED you to help me ejaculate by stroking my manhood, please.” he was actually begging for real.

“No, I can’t.” I breathed trying to pull my hand away.  “Babe, you can’t get me this worked up and then say ‘no’.” he almost yelled as he used his other hand to begin working his zipper down.  He yelped in pain as I dug my nails into him so tightly through his slacks making sure it hurt.  I jumped up and began moving away.  “You have to take care of this,” he pointed at his big bugle.  I ignored his demands, moving toward the desk.  He stood and grabbed my arm spinning me around to face him.  Anger was radiating off him, I don’t think any woman has ever turned him down before me.  I anticipated his next action, forestalling it by dropping down a bit to sweep his legs out from under him.  Once he has kneeling in front of me, I kneed him as hard as I could in the groin.  He dropped the rest of the way to the ground clutching his man bits, as I went over to the next to press the intercom button.

“Joyce, would you be so kind as to grab an ice pack for Mr. Stovard.  He has some bad swelling in his nether regions that needs cooling down.”  I remarked.  She gave a chuckle before saying she would be right there.  A minute later, she walked in the office holding a baggie filled with ice, which she handed over to me, barely glancing at Adam who was still on the floor.  I knelt down next to him and put the baggie in his hand, which was still protecting his privates.   “Now, Mr. Stovard, maybe this will help you understand better.  When a woman says, ‘No’, it means NO, as in stop doing that, desist whatever move you are currently trying to make on her.  I’m aware it’s not a word that you are used to hearing from a woman, but I hope this lesson has taught you at least 2 important details:  1) Not to mess with married women, 2) Stop when you are told to.  Believe me when I say if one of my guards had stopped you the pain you’re feeling would be so much worse right now.” I inform him before turning to Joyce, “Joyce, could you please ask Steve to come in and help Mr. Stovard back into his chair?”  “Of course, Mrs. Novell.  Would you like him to hold Mr. Stovard until the police arrive?”  she solicited.  “Police??” Adam choked.  “Not this time, Joyce.  I think he learned his lesson, if not Steve will stay in here to teach it to him again if need be.”  I answer her.  She left to call Steve in and he arrived to put Adam back into the chair he started out in at the top of the meeting.  Steve went got Adam another refill from the mini bar, while I grabbed my water from the coffee table before dropping the ice pack back on Adam’s lap on my way to sit behind the desk.  “Steve, thanks for staying to insure Mr. Stovard gets all the help he needs for the rest of his visit, but you know I hate it when you hover so please have a seat on the couch for now.” I joke before turning to face Adam, “Now, Mr. Stovard is there anything you’d like to say to me before your father comes back?”  Through gritted teeth, he spits out the words, “Mrs. Novell, I’m sorry for acting on the signals you were clearly sending my way …”  At this point, Steve makes a low coughing noise in Adam’s direction.  “I mean the signals I mistook and thought that you were sending me.  It was completely inappropriate for me and I am deeply ashamed of my actions toward you.  Please accept my most humble apology.” Adam avowed.  “Wow, that was almost believable, but, you know, you have a tell that lets me know when you are lying through your teeth.”  I professed.  “And what would that be?” Adam questioned.  “Well, there are two actually.  1) You’re breathing, and 2) You can’t stop that spark of defiance in your eyes at being ordered to say you’re sorry to a 19-year-old woman, who kicked you in your junk.  It’s like the kid you tell to sit down and although they comply with your command, they blatantly state, ‘I’m still standing in my mind!’” I enlighten him, “Just remember for next time we meet, I was able to drop you to the ground curled up like a baby protecting ‘Mr. Winky’.”  Adam glared at me, “You think there will be a next time?” “Oh, my dear, Adam, I can pretty much guarantee it.” I taunt him.  Sliding my glasses I had put on down my nose so that I can look over them directly into his eyes.  “Well then, Rebecca, I will make sure to wear a cup every time I see you from now on.”  Adam advised me.  “That is a good rule to follow in general, it’s always better to be safe than sorry and have one of those on around the boss lady.” Steve interjected.  Adam turned to look at Steve, “She kicks guys there often?”  “Oh, she’s gotten in a few good blows to Evan and a couple of other guys in high school, before she was married.  In fact, when we started her self-defense training she had the dropkick, leg sweep, followed by a knee to the groin move down cold.  She got several of us in the go-nads before we caught on.”  Steve elaborated.  “Hey, I’m right here, you know, and Steve, I doubt you will be safe when we train tomorrow morning even with a cup.  You know why I learned that protective movement in high school, so let’s drop this subject please.” I interrupted them before they could talk more.  Steve has the good sense to shut up and look scared at my threat as the room becomes silent once more.