WEAK Part One

Chapter One

My Name is Vincent Medici and I never forget a face.  

Especially not a face I intend to come all… scratch that.

Let me begin again.

I never forget a face. Especially not a pretty face, but when that face comes attached to a body you want to fuck over and over again, it becomes even harder to forget. Add to that a text message promising to blow my mind and a pair of panties shoved virtually underneath my nose and this was an image that would be scorched into my brain for a lifetime.

I should have deleted it immediately but then again, why throw away something as beautiful and exciting as that?

Dumb question.

I hadn't been able to get the image out of my brain all night and had to keep checking my phone again and again for another look, just one more look and then another one last look as I tossed and turned in my bed.

When I walked into the foyer next morning and saw that same face working reception right smack in front of me, my heart nearly stopped.

This bullshit was going to end right then and there.

I walked up to her and took out my phone. I watched her eyes closely as I showed her the picture and I knew in one second for damn sure that it was the same woman. Her name tag said Victoria. The victorious one. Not this time little girl. If this was some kind of clumsy blackmail attempt I would shut it down before it even started. 

Her pretty face took in the image on my phone and when she looked up at me I thought she would shove the copy of Scientific American she was reading down my throat.

What was a sleazy little blackmailer doing reading that?

"Get out of here." She said. Sexy voice I should mention. "Whoever you are, get out of here now, before I call security."

"Go ahead and call them." I said. It would have been funny if she had, considering I owned the building. In fact, I own several buildings and I make sure that security staff in each of them know exactly who I am.

I should start doing the same with my reception staff, although I was pretty sure that once we were done this particular employee would never forget my face again as long as she lived.

It would be only fair - after all, her face, no, rewind - her face, her body, her cute round little ass and her damned panties are burned into my mind forever, so why shouldn't she have something to remember me by in return?

Not that having any of that permanently in my head was really a problem, bearing in mind how cute the little deviant was.

She picked up her desk phone but I reached over and pushed her hand back down. Her whole body bristled with resistance.

Fuck if that wasn't a turn on already.

We were already way too close together and nothing about it felt right.

I was her boss, even if she didn’t know it yet. Despite the fact that she had sexted me I would be taken to the cleaners if it looked like I had subsequently harassed her as a result of her indiscretion.

"Take your hand off me." She hissed. Her perfume smelled fantastic, intoxicating - it was  Channel with a hint of boiling rage.

"I'll take it away as long as you don't call security." I said.

"Give me one good reason not to." If she was faking not knowing who I was  then she was doing an awesome job, because no one at Medici Investments would dare speak to me like that - not if they valued their job anyway.