"With all due respect Mr. Hunter, I don't need a rookie distracting me," Harmon said, brushing me off with soulless eyes and indifference.
The liquid warmth in my eyes brought on by thoughts of our night together turned into daggers being glared at Harmon.
Being Will Hunter's sister meant no one expected me to have a brain. I was just a good fuck. Billy deserved better. He believed in me. I didn't want to let him down when my new internship already came as no surprise to my colleagues.
What they didn't know was I worked my ass off for Hunter Industries long before my official position was given to me. Billy wanted to make me an executive right away after graduation but I declined. I wanted to earn it. Same as everyone else.
Harmon knew this shit. Until last night, he was my biggest supporter. Then we fucked and suddenly I was a distraction? Oh fucking really?
"Billy, Harmon wants to tell you how last night went. We stayed up late. Worked up quite a sweat," I said with an innocent beam that meant are you sure you don't care if he knows?
"What the hell is going on? Harmon, you love working with Olive, screw ups and all. You've covered her ass more times than you two think I'm aware of," said Billy, looking between Harmon and I.
"This time he uncovered my ass instead. Isn't that right Harmon?" I said in a sickly sweet voice.
Who the fuck was Harmon to decide where I did and didn't go? Was I keeping the rage out of my face or was I too far gone as Harmon and I stared each other down?
"Give us a minute, Will," said Harmon, smoothly transitioning from COO to friend mode, eyes still locked with mine.
"Whatever. Sort your shit out man. This is the only thing she asked for for graduation. To work directly under you. Cupid's Cove is low stakes. It'd be a shame if she couldn't go, but you get the final say. It's your call, Harmon," said Billy, backing out of the office and closing the door behind him.
The moment the door closed my brain went to war with my pussy. My eyes followed his hand, dropping to unbutton his suit jacket before he rose from his chair. He came out from behind his desk. I fought with my body not to react when my gaze dropped lower down and fell upon the tent in his pants.
Images of us tearing each other's clothes off as we made out feverishly last night flashed through my head. The longer I stared at his hard dick, the more I recalled sliding it into my warm mouth while I was on my knees before him in his bedroom. It was all I could do not to drop to the floor and beg to suck it again as he stuck his hands into his pockets. Ever calm, proudly displaying his not so little situation, while my heart threatened to leap out of my chest.
"Directly under you. Guess I've been there done that now. Think I should tell Billy that ship has sailed, Harmon?" my smart mouth asked, going directly into flirt mode.
Too angry. I meant it as a joke, but it came out like a threat.
He stuck his index finger into the air, not a flicker of emotion in his eyes as he crooked his finger, beckoning me towards him.
"Come here, Miss Hunter," he said, voice far too controlled for my liking.
My legs moved on their own. Before I knew it I was before him and he was using the back of that same finger to stroke my cheek.
"Bend over," he said, motioning towards the desk with his head.
I was so blown away words failed me.
"Wh-what?" I finally stammered, watching him take off his jacket and toss it onto his chair before my eyes returned to the hard dick in his pants.
"Do you want it, Olive?" he asked, his matter of fact tone making me uncertain he meant what I thought he did. "Bend the fuck over so I can give you my dick," he persisted, taking his cufflinks off before he rolled up his sleeves.
My mouth went dry as my body complied all on its own. As I laid my hands on the cool mahogany desk before me, flashes of him taking me from behind went through my head. By this point we were on round three but he only seemed be more turned on as he hammered away at my cunt.
"This is what you want, right?" he asked, a slight edge to his voice as his hands slid up my skirt and onto my thighs.
"Harmon," I purred, instantly going weak in the knees, a slight shiver going through my body.
"Come now Miss Hunter, be a good girl for me. You need to stay upright if I'm going to fuck you the way you like it," he whispered, lips pressed up against my cheek as his arm wrapped around my middle to steady me.
"What happened to it won't happen again?" I whimpered, struggling to get the words out as his thumb hooked into my thong and dragged it slowly first down one thigh then the other.
"What choice do I have, Olive? If I don't fuck you, you'll never be satisfied. I rather hoped last night had done the job, but here you are, trying to ruin my life for dick," he seethed, pulling the rug out from under me with the sudden change in atmosphere. "How many more times do you want it, baby girl? How much do I need to fuck you so you'll stop fucking with me?"
"Get over yourself, you dick. I'm not fucking going for you after the way you rejected me this morning," I sassed him, the rage I had been wrestling with exploding out of me as tears prickled at my eyes.
I tried to spin around to face him head on despite my emotional state because I was a fucking Hunter and he was just a boy. Anticipating this move, he grabbed onto me by my hair and pinned me down onto the desk face first. My wet pussy came instantly.
Nope. Not a boy. Definitely all man.
When did this shit start? What the fuck was wrong with me? I just wanted a fuck from him. Nothing more. That was who I was. Fun. No relationships. No commitments. So what if his dick was the only one I wanted inside me a second time? It was fucking huge and he knew how to use it.
"Wake up, Olivia," he hissed, pulling my skirt up and spanking my ass. "Will would lose his mind if he knew what I was doing to you right now. Remember Will? My best friend? Your brother? Our boss. I'm Harmon Chancellor. I don't do dumb shit, baby girl."
So he said, but the spanking persisted, one of his big hands connecting with my ass cheeks while he held me down with the other.
"Nothing dumb about improving a girl's opinion about your performance in bed, Harmon," I taunted, voice rising with each word as the slaps to my ass increased in intensity.
This sass was my undoing. Before my quivering legs could give out, he spun me around, grabbed my thighs and placed me on his desk.
"Shut the fuck up. People will hear you. You've had better? Lying slut," he said with a low growl.
I smirked, catching a glimpse of the hunger in his eyes before his mouth came down hard on mine. My legs wrapped around his waist without a second thought as I pulled him down onto me. We claimed each other's mouths eagerly, opening up for each other like lovers do, both pulling at each other's tucked in shirts.
As his lips traveled down to my neck, hands grabbing at my breasts through the fabric of my shirt, I sucked in my lips, willing myself to be quiet as my hand slid down the front of his pants, my fingers wrapping around his dick.
This shut the kissing and groping down instantly. He pulled away from me, staggering backwards, stood up straight and started tucking his shirt back into his pants as his eyes trailed up and down my body.
"You're my sister, Olive. He's my brother. You're my family. I can't be the guy you're fucking, angel. You're too important to me for that," he said, imploring me to understand as he let me down gently.
A burning heat ripped through my chest.
"What the fuck was I last night, Harmon? Available?" I threw back at him. "Her stand in?"
What was I saying? Olivia Hunter usually begged for them to leave.
"Precious," he said, reaching out to cup my cheek like he was used to doing.
I turned my head away from him and he let his hand drop before it could reach me.
"But not mine. You don't know me Olivia," he said, unfolding his sleeves.
I watched him turn into the flawless Harmon I was used to as he put his cufflinks back on. By the time the jacket was back on, the soulless eyes were back.
"I've known you half of my existence. If I don't know you, I don't know anyone Harmon," I said matter of factly, feeling vulnerable and small as he rejected me again.
"You're not going. End of discussion," he said, that cool finality in his tone that I always thought was so sexy deepening the burning sensation in my chest.
It hit me like a truck, blindsiding me. Holy fuck. I like liked Harmon. He didn't feel the same way about me, or at least didn't want to feel the same. That hardly mattered. Hunters took what they wanted.
"If I'm not on that plane with you tomorrow, prepare to explain to Billy how you fucked me while I was drunk out of my mind," I said, pseudo bravado consuming me as I fought against my better judgment to blackmail my oldest friend.
In the end, my heart sided with my pussy against my brain. Two against one.
"I'll ruin you, Mr. Inconsequential. By the time I'm done with you, you won't be COO of shit."