The Alpha King Call Boy
Chapter 131

"Conrad will be back this afternoon," I announced to the group. "So this will be my last time leading the morning meeting. Thank you all so much for your support this past week and a half, it's been my pleasure to get the day started with all of you." I dismissed everyone after I delivered this little end-of-meeting speech, feeling a rush of relief. I'd been given a crazy job to do this week, and now it was done. Starting Monday, I could return my focus to the other million things I needed to do for my actual job But my colleagues were slow to disperse from the conference room and overall seemed... unhappy.

again.

They weren't looking forward to the CEO's return to running this show.

It was flattering to me that my coworkers preferred my meetings over Conrad's. And when I considered it objectively for myself, I had to admit that in some ways, I did a better job with them. I was more time-efficient than the boss, kept us on a strict schedule. And I was more plugged in to what my coworkers were all doing in their day-to-day, as well. This promoted a more collaborative dynamic in the meetings.

But... I really hoped Conrad would not ask me to do this again. Not while I had so much other work on my plate.

I devoted the rest of my morning to writing up reports for him. Not something he'd asked me to do, but I felt compelled; it was simply the best way to catch my boss up on what he'd missed while he was out of office.

Conrad had said he'd be back in the afternoon. I figured he might ask to meet with me right away after he got in. So I set to work and hustled on the reports, racing to beat the clock.

Alexander: I sent you a second pic yesterday and you didn't return the favor.

This was the text I found waiting for me when I next checked my phone, on my lunch break.

There was no sign of Conrad in the office yet, and I was nearly finished with my reports already. My energy was dragging, though, after staring at the computer for hours upon hours without a break.

I wrote back to Alexander: You don't have to be so accusatory about it. You could just ask nicely.

Alexander: Okay. Will you please send me more pics? Pretty please? [

Well. Now I supposed I needed to oblige him, since he asked the way I told him to. I double checked that my office door was locked (it was). I'd already closed the blinds.

Before I could start snapping selfies for him, though, Alexander went ahead and sent me something else.

It was a video of him working out. The angle it was shot from made me think about the dance videos that Nina had been sending me. He had propped his phone somewhere and set it to record, knowing he was about to put on an impressive show.

The video was Alexander on the salmon ladder, a piece of exercise equipment I imagined required immense upper body strength to climb even once. I'd never had the pleasure of playing on one myself, but anyone with eyes could see that this was a challenging obstacle to scale.

For most people. Not for Alexander, apparently.

Holding a steel bar in a cross grip with his elbows in perfect L shapes, he ascended the huge ladder rung by rung, landing the bar in every subsequent cradle with precision and grace, and doing the whole thing in perfect, rhythmic timing. Then he came back down, performing the motions in reverse. Then he went up and down again, and again, and again. Every time he reached the top, he reversed his grip on the bar. I wasn't sure if this served a purpose or was just a showboat maneuver.

His performance in this video was so impressive, I couldn't help but replace it sublimely arrogant of him to film it and send it to me.

But my whole mouth just filled with saliva as I watched it.

His strength and power just looked so impossibly effortless. He was of course also shirtless in this video. It was indeed a sight to behold.

His next text read: Now you send me a video.

Me: Of what? You know I am at the office.

Alexander: I also know that your boss isn't there right now. And that you have a lock on your door. I'll tell you what to do.

Me: Okay...

Alexander: I just want to watch you undo a few more buttons on that dress you're wearing.

Alexander: Do it slowly...

It was a simple enough ask. After all, Alexander had put in a lot of work making some mouth-watering eye candy for me enjoy. I was getting off easy, if all I needed to do in return was unbutton a couple buttons.

I played around with my phone, found a good spot to set it upright on my desk, and hit record.

I ran my hands through my hair first... tucked it behind my ear so he could see my earrings... and then, sneaking glances up at the camera every so often, I slowly unbuttoned... quite a lot of buttons. A few more than I had planned on, calling it quits just below the band of my lacy black bra. I got very into it, thinking about how Alexander was going to react when he watched.

A minute passed after I sent the video. I buttoned myself back up, leaving only three buttons open, like before. Then he replied.

Alexander: F*****g sexy

Alexander: I am going to tear that dress in half when I get my hands on you.

Me: Don't do that... it's the only thing that fits me right now!

Alexander: I don't care. I'll take you shopping.

Me: Okay. Then I guess you can do it...

Alexander: I'm distracted now. You got me turned on.

Me: You did that to me, first.

Alexander: Did I?

Me: You know that you did.

Alexander: I just want to make you come now.

Me: Wish you were here to do that for me... I could really use that right now.

Alexander: Me too, baby. Why don't you touch yourself for me, since I can't?

I dropped my phone, mumbling an expletive under my breath. It clattered onto my desk.

Was I really about to do this?

The door was already locked. I was already way more sexually aroused than I should have been in the workplace at all. Alexander: Do it, Fiona.

His quick shift into a command presence forced me to stop hesitating.

Me: Where do you want me to touch?

Alexander: Lick your fingertips. Then stroke your nipples softly till they're hard. Tell me when you're done.

Oh, holy hell. I did what he said. And wound up with a chill running all through me.

Me: I did it...

Alexander: How'd it feel

Me: Tingly.

Alexander: Lower now. Between your legs. Think about the way I touch you while you stroke it.

I had to put the phone down for this.

And was actually surprised with myself when I pressed hard on my clit and quickly started into a heart-pounding little o****m. I leaned back in my desk chair with my legs shaking. Alexander: Did you come?

Me: Yes

Alexander: Good girl.

Me: I can't do that as well as you, though.

Alexander: Don't worry. I'll take good care of you tonight.

After I recovered from that brief heart-pounding rush of adrenaline and endorphins, I discovered that I felt... great. Super refreshed.

That experience definitely did more for my energy than taking a pill would have.