All Access Pass: Chapter One
Corporate Policy: Swallow
Author Note:
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Vaughn
The door flies open and slams against the wall, and I think someone just ran a forklift into it. Standing and about to holler, I feel stabbed when the woman who runs the company walks in and slams the door shut just as hard as she opens it. Then, she locks it.
“What can I do for you, Ms. Cross?” I settle back into my clunky office chair, wondering what the fuck brought the CEO down to my domain.
“You can tell me how you lost a twenty-thousand-dollar shipment, Mr. Mercer.” She slaps a file down on my desk, papers sliding out of the folder as it settles.
Opening the file, I straighten the papers and flip through them. Once I see enough, the shipment details come back and I close the folder.
“Ms. Cross, we didn’t lose this shipment. You need to talk to your CMO. He’s the one who mucked this one up.” I hold the folder out to her.
“Interesting. He basically said the same thing about you, but he said fucked.” She leans on the desk and stares at me. “What proof do you have that it wasn’t your people?”
Keeping my eyes on hers, I lean forward, grinning. “Let me get you the paperwork we have.” I stand but realize there isn’t enough room in the closet-sized office for me to maneuver without inappropriately touching her.
“Uh, on second thought, how about you return to your cozy office. I’ll bring you the paperwork.” I run a hand through my hair, which is already a bit of a mess from doing it all morning long, dealing with some odd inventory numbers and warehouse issues.
Sabine’s eyes narrow and she growls out, “I will not. You’ll find the paperwork now and put it in my hands.” Crossing her arms, she backs up against the door. “Right now, Vaughn.”
Swallowing a sigh and a grumble, I round the desk and bend over to open the filing cabinet containing the proper paperwork. “This is a copy of the manifest Mr. Thompson gave us, and this is the paperwork from customs on what they found when they seized the shipment.”
I turn to hand her the paperwork and freeze when her eyes snap from wherever they’ve been to my face. Her cheeks are flushed, and she licks her lips, making me think she’s about to speak.
There’s no way in hell someone so… prim and proper has been checking out my ass. I offer her the papers and wonder if she liked what she saw.
As she flips through the papers, the flush leaves her face. Her features tighten in anger and I wish she weren’t blocking the door. This is the last place I want to be if she explodes.
“You’ve been quite helpful, Mr. Mercer.” Sabine turns, unlocks the door, and slips out of the office. I hold my breath as the clicking of her heels on the concrete echoes, then blow it out when there’s no chance of her returning.
“Well, that was fucking close.”
With a grumble, I return behind my desk and sit, unzipping my pants. I grab the intern by his hair roughly. “Who said you could speak?” When he opens his mouth to say something else, I shove the head of my cock between his lips. “Be a good intern and do your job.”
