Aurora found it hard to believe the outlandish rumors surrou..
🕑 Added 2022-12-23 01:01:17 +0000 UTC
Aurora found it hard to believe the outlandish rumors surrounding the man who sat opposite her. The rumor, the most ridiculous of them at least, was that he’d slept with every woman in the company. She knew that not to be true because she’d not been a notch on his belt and neither had the woman who reported him.
No, a much more plausible rumor was that he’d slept with five women; all named rather specifically in the sexual harassment documentation.
I want to know how the old bat even knew, Aurora wondered. She wasn’t a fan of the complainant, Debra Swanson, a frequent flyer in the HR office. Debra made accusations nearly weekly. The only reason Aurora sat in her office alone with this man was because for once one of her complaints had merit. The rumors about him were palpable. Aurora had even heard them in the women’s restroom on more than one occasion.
Cal Donaven didn’t seem all too concerned about being in her office. Aurora wasn’t the director but she was head of Employee Relations: she had the power to terminate employees. And yet, Cal sat relaxed and radiating confidence. Aurora began to doubt he actually knew what he was here for.
Cal wasn’t strikingly handsome, he was good looking and half of that had to do with the charisma oozing out of his pores. He could bottle it and sell it for a small fortune the way he handled himself. Dark dirty blonde hair was mostly hidden beneath a knit beanie, his well kept facial hair even darker but with brighter streaks of blonde that added a youthful shine to his face. His hazel eyes were focused on Aurora, giving her his full attention which she found odd. Most people, even the innocent, fidgeted in her office. Their eyes would dart to the various pictures in frames, notice boards and posters, and even to her degree that sat high on the wall behind her. On the other hand, he had only looked at the framed degree when he’d first arrived, reading her full name in grand embossed gold lettering: Aurora Lily Lassiter.
His beanie was paired with casual jeans and a t-shirt or a band she didn’t know. The dress code didn’t apply to most people in the technical department, it was only asked of them to dress business casual when there were meetings with clients or vendors. Cal was a manager over the database security systems, he could damn well do as he pleased because of his station. In fact even with her authority, Aurora had been warned to not even consider letting him go. It gave her the disadvantage to have that in her back pocket but she could be reasonable she didn’t like firing people anyway.
“Do you know why you’re here, Mr. Donaven?” Aurora began, hands clasped together as she braced herself on her desk.
Cal’s eyes shot to her hands, or rather, to the pool of cleavage situated above her hands from leaning. His brow peaked before he shook his head.
“It isn’t a good thing to be called here today—“
Cal cut her off, a smirk tugging at the left side of his mouth. “I don’t mind, Aurora, it’s always a pleasure to see you,”
Aurora felt her stomach flip as he said her name, a reaction she hadn’t anticipated. She cleared her throat and continued as if he’d said nothing. “There has been a lot of talk around your socialization habits and more or less someone has made a complaint.”
He actually laughed, his smirk turning into a full blown grin. “I’ve never had a woman complain.”
Aurora’s face flushed, caught off guard once more by his unprofessional demeanor. Does he really not understand the gravity of the situation? She thought, pursing her lips. His brow crinkled as he stared at her mouth, only relaxing when her lips were back to full form. Was that disapproval?
“I assure you, Mr. Donaven, this is very serious. You’ve been accused of sleeping with numerous employees.”
Cal began to count silently on his fingers ticking off each digit til all five had been tapped. “There’s nothing in the policy that says I can't.” He wiggled his fingers at her.
She bit her lip as she mulled it over. He was right. None of the women named worked under him, in fact, they were all in different departments or his equal in rank in the company. Of course, the complaint wasn’t just that he'd slept with the women, it was where he had his relations that were the issue.
Standing, Aurora moved with nervous energy around to the front of her desk, sitting on the edge and putting only a foot or so distance between them. Her hands held the edge and she brought her voice down a few levels. “There has been a witness claiming to have seen you commit such acts on company time, on company property.”
He looked intrigued at first by her and then what she said. Aurora dressed differently, always professional, only the rare casual Friday did she partake in lesser forms of fashion. She sported a wrap dress of deep navy today, pantyhose, and black heels. The dress flattered her curves, clinging to the hourglass dip of her waist and hugging her hips till it slacked mid-thigh for easier movement. Cal’s eyes had traveled up from her black pumps up hose clad calves to her dress where the simplest tug on the bow at her waist would reveal all of her to him. At the swell of her chest, the dress created a deep V, and he could imagine the view from behind was just as pleasing to the eye. He hadn’t been lying when he said it was a pleasure to see her.
“Does the parking lot count?” He asked as if he was asking where the bathroom was. Cal stood up then, with her sitting on the desk it put him a good head taller than her, making her to look up at him. If she wanted to see who held the power in the room, he would show her.
Aurora should have stood then, to bring herself to his height. In her heels she was eye level with him, but she kept sitting. It struck her wickedly the way he subtly challenged her authority.
“I would have to look into it, but from my perspective it isn’t a good look to be fraternizing in the company parking lot.” There hadn’t been specific dates reported but there was probably old forgotten camera footage of the parking lot that would support Debra’s claims against him.
“I guess I could stop using the lot,” he agreed as if that would be the end of the matter.
Aurora balked at his simplification and shook her head, short dark curls freeing themselves from a bun on top of her head. “There’s a whole lot you’ll need to stop, Mr. Donaven.”
“You sound jealous,” Cal baited.
Aurora felt the heat spread through her. First it flooded to her face, then her chest, and inexplicably to her thighs. She cleared her throat, it should have been a quick dismissal of the claim. Surely, she wasn’t actually jealous.
Her hesitance didn’t go unnoticed even as she finally answered him. “Don’t be silly.”
He was moving closer, a little bit every few moments, closing the gap between them. He only stopped when he was centimeters from touching her.
Aurora’s breath hitched as she noticed how close he was. “You should sit back down,” she weakly suggested. He didn’t though. “There are going to be consequences for your actions.”
“Because it wasn’t you I was fucking in the parking lot?’ Cal enjoyed the way her pale skin pinkened at his crude claims. He was playing with her. He wasn’t even the least bit concerned about being in trouble. The women he’d had weren’t his subordinates and no one had ever secured anything work wise by sleeping with him. The most they had gained was a good time.
But having a good time with someone in HR, that would be crossing a line. Teasing her was one thing… actually acting on his impulse was another. Looking over the pleasantly plush woman, Cal wagered it would probably be worth it. Cal half expected to be flat on his ass and fired any minute now, there was always a chance his confidence was misplaced. But instead Aurora was steadily becoming demure and compliant to his imposing presence.
All too eager to keep pushing the boundaries, Cal moved to touch her. He didn’t put his hands on her but his thigh wedged itself between hers, inserting himself in her personal space. He supposed there was no turning back from this point. After all he was already in trouble, might as well create a real cause to be there.
“What are you doing?” Aurora asked breathless, stunned, and on fire.
“What do you want me to be doing, princess?” He asked still keeping his hands free of her, but his thigh pressed up applying just the right pressure to the prize between her legs.
“Cal.” He got goosebumps, hearing his name on her lips, though he could think of a few other names he’d like her to call him. “I brought you in here to be disciplined not-not to fraternize.” Aurora was doing a pisspoor job of it too.
He chuckled and leaned down inhaling the sweet scent of her hair, a mixture of floral shampoo and sultry perfume. He wondered if she tasted as good as she smelled. The mere thought made his cock stiffen against the coarse fabric of his jeans.
“Do you want me to stop?” Cal liked leaving it in their hands. He enjoyed making the first moves but when it came down to it, it was their decision, not his, to accept him… to want him.
Her hesitation once more didn’t go unnoticed. He snickered and brought his lips to her ear. “What do you want, princess?” He asked again.
Aurora wasn’t sure. She’d come into this prepared to hear a confession, an apology, and to send him on his way with a wrist slap of a write up. She hadn’t come prepared for close encounters of this kind. She should have stood, pushed him away, retreated to another part of the room. But no, it was as if her hands were glued down to the wood and every fiber of her being was trembling with anticipation, wanting to know what he would do now... what he would touch next.
Teeth grazed her sensitive cartilage and her gasp was light and delightfully pleasant. She clutched the desk tighter. The pulsing need in her was swelling and she wondered if he could feel it against the top of his thigh pressed against her pussy.
TO BE CONTINUED….
