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“Clothes and manners do not make the man; but when he is made, they greatly improve his appearance.” – Arthur Ashe
The Suit – Part One: The Interview
Loki Laufeyson stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows of his office overlooking the bustle on the streets below. The movers and shakers of Wall Street seemed like ants in his view from the top floor of Asgard financial tower. They would be ants by the time he finished his global expansion plans for Laufeyson Investments, LLC.
Everyone would know that Laufeyson was the name to trust when it came to their money. And perhaps he’d shake off the last feelings of inadequacy growing up under his older brother’s shadow had given him. It was time to make his own mark on the world and nothing short of universal acceptance as the premier investment firm would do.
“Mr. Laufeyson?” The no-nonsense voice of secretary, Hilda Gilmartin, came through the intercom. He turned from the windows to sit at his desk before responding.
“Yes?” He picked up a pen and opened the folder in front of him and began marking notes along the margins in preparation for an upcoming meeting.
“There’s a woman here to see you, a Darcy Lewis. She said she was sent to apply for the position of your personal assistant.” Loki frowned but didn’t pause in his work.
“I am not currently hiring a personal assistant, Hilda. You know this. Send her away like the others.” A slight pause on the other end had his pen hesitating over the paper.
“Sir, she has a reference letter from your mother.”
Loki’s left eye twitched. Leave it to Frigga to send another of her hopeless charity cases his way. The woman was most likely a single parent with an assortment of mouths to feed who needed a good job to make ends meet. He’d send her down to human resources and have them place her with lower management if her resume was halfway decent. If not, he’d send her down to the Odinson Outdoors flagship store in Times Square. Thor tended to take in more of their mother’s strays than he did.
“Of course she does,” he huffed, slightly irritated at the interruption of his planning. “I must place a call first, then you can bring her in.”
“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.” Hilda replied before ending the connection.
Loki put the pen down and reached for the cell phone to his left, tapping the screen a few times and bringing it up to his ear. The call was answered by the second ring.
“Loki, dare I hope you like the new assistant I sent you?” Frigga Odinson’s pleasant voice greeted him.
“I don’t need a personal assistant, Mother. Must you send me your strays?” He was irritated, and didn’t care if she heard it in his voice.
“Darling, we hardly ever see you between your expansion, and your meetings, and when you’re not at meetings, you’re running errands. Your father…”
“He’s not my father,” Loki interrupted, more out of habit then any remaining bitterness from his angry, misspent youth.
Frigga ignored that dig as well. “Your father and I feel you take on too much and therefore are sending you someone to help. She’s perfect. Just meet with her.”
“Mother.”
“Please, Loki?” And just like that, he capitulated. Why did he even bother fighting it? Frigga always had the ability to make her husband and sons do exactly as she wanted.
“Fine. I will meet with her, but I make no promises.” He could almost picture her satisfied smile on the other end of the line.
“That’s all I ask. And Loki? Dinner Friday night at the house. It’s your father’s birthday.”
“He’s not…”
“Enough, Loki. He is in all the ways that count, just as I am your mother in all the ways that count. Dinner. Friday. Seven o’clock.”
Before he could say anything else the call was disconnected. He returned the phone to the desk and buzzed Hilda from his desk phone to send in the woman.
He heard the door to his office open and close and the sound of high heels echoed on the hard wood floor as she approached his desk. Loki continued to scribble notes, refusing to look up until he was ready to give his attention to the woman waiting before him. A full two minutes ticked by before he put down the pen to address his unplanned interviewee.
He wasn’t counting on his body responding to her on such a visceral level. Though he kept his features neutral, he couldn’t help the arousal that sparked through him at the way she presented herself before him.
Long, dark hair curled around her shoulders, framing a lovely face. Blue eyes held a bit of ire that he’d made her wait for his attention, but her plump cherry lips distracted him to no end. He could imagine their softness wrapped around his hard –
Loki stopped that train of thought, admiring the way her black, zipper front dress clung to curves that his fingers itched to travel over once the zipper had been pulled, revealing her lushness to him.
“Miss Lewis, please have a seat,” he indicated the chairs in front of his desk. “I apologize for keeping you waiting.”
He watched, slightly amused as one eyebrow raised at the lack of explanation. Too bad for her that Loki had long since stopped explaining his actions to anyone. When she was seated, however, he noted the obscene amount of smooth pale legs exposed to him. What would they feel like when he buried his face between them?
Again, nothing of his thoughts showed on his face as he followed the way her tongue darted out to moisten already wet lips.
“Mr. Laufeyson, thank you for meeting with me.” She gave him a polite smile, enough to imagine nipping at the corners of it. Keeping his wicked thoughts to himself, Loki nodded.
“Miss Lewis, I am not in the habit of granting an interview to everyone who passes through the doors of Laufeyson Investments. My secretary says you also come with a recommendation from my mother. How do you know her?”
This time her smile was genuine. “I did an internship at Foster and Selvig, where Jane Foster and I became friends. When she started dating Thor, he would sometimes bring your mother to join us for lunch. It was a pleasure getting to know such a warm, welcoming individual.”
Loki did not miss the emphasis on “warm” and “welcoming,” two things she seemed to think he was not. If she could read his mind, however, she’d know just how welcoming he’d like to be.
“My mother must have thought highly of you to send you my way. I understand an internship at Foster and Selvig is quite an honor and extremely difficult to earn?”
Foster and Selvig were accounting firm giants in the financial world. Their strict adherence to law and all the services they offered made them a favorite of corporations as well as people in the private sector as well. Loki would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed by her apparent ability to intern there.
Darcy shifted restlessly in her seat and licked her lips again before answering. “Their internship program is notoriously difficult to get into. Besides needing a 3.8 GPA at the least, three recommendations and prior experience in the field are encouraged.”
“An impressive feat to be sure. However, given all that you accomplished, I am curious as to why you want to work as a personal assistant. Surely, Foster and Selvig offered you a job with them.”
“They did, as a level three executive accountant. I declined as it doesn’t suit my current…ah…needs.”
“And what needs would those be, Miss Lewis?” Loki folded his hands atop the desk, a tiny smirk on his face at her choice of words.
“The need to experience the way a true leader dominates the world around him,” she hesitated slightly as though aware of what her words were doing to him before boldly meeting his eyes, “In finance, of course.”
Loki had to grit his teeth and bite back the swear words threatening to spill out of his mouth. This woman seemed to know exactly what buttons to push to get to him, and the urge to toss her on the desk and take what she was offering almost overwhelmed him.
But he would not. She wanted to play, and talk of a dominant leader? Then she would play by his rules. Acting as though what she said had not affected him, Loki asked for her resume. She removed it from the folder at her side and passed it across the desk to him, and he swore she deliberately moved to show off a bit more of her ample cleavage.
Taking the paper, Loki pushed the chair back and stood, walking around to lean against the front of his desk. He studied the resume, noting not only was the woman before him incredibly beautiful but intelligent as well. A decidedly dangerous combination, and a weakness of his.
“Your resume is impressive, Miss Lewis.” Loki lifted intense green eyes from the paper in his hand to study the equally impressive form of his interviewee. “Tell me. What do you hope to gain from a position with me?”
The way her eyes shifted to rake over his body let Loki know she fully understood the unspoken meaning behind his question.
“Mr. Laufeyson, if I am offered a position with you it is my hope that it will be one of mutual satisfaction, with both parties gaining an intimate knowledge of each other’s strengths,” she paused and Loki swallowed thickly, feeling his cock twitch at the knowing gleam in her eyes, “and weaknesses.”
She dropped her eyes to glance longingly at his crotch before coyly adding, “In finance, of course.”
Fuck. She was everything he ever fantasized about wrapped up in one bold, luscious package. There was no doubt he would have her. No doubt that she wanted to be had.
Loki cleared his throat, forcing her attention back to his face. She didn’t even blush at being caught staring at him so brazenly. Just who was this alluring minx?
“I admire your dedication to your needs,” Loki murmured, placing the resume down on his desk, “And I am pleased to offer you the position as my personal assistant.”
Darcy stood up, straightening her short black dress while Loki watched, refusing to get out of her way so she was forced to brush her body up against him. Her swift intake of breath at the contact proved that despite the way she tried to play cool, she was affected by their conversation as well. It made him feel powerful.
She certainly was good at this game. But he was better, and she would know that the more time they spent together.
He lightly rested one hand against her back, steadying her, and enjoying the warmth coming off of her beneath his fingertips.
“Alright, Miss Lewis?” He quietly questioned.
“I am,” she replied lifting cool blue eyes to meet his steady gaze. “I am also going to take the offered position.”
He smiled wolfishly down at her, pleased by the way her pupils dilated a bit in response. “Very good, Miss Lewis. Mrs. Gilmartin will direct you to our human resources department. I look forward to instructing you on your duties. Tomorrow. Eight a.m.”
“I expect to learn much under your tutelage, Sir.” Loki sucked in a silent breath at her deliberate use of the word ‘sir’ as she stepped away from him and made her way out of his office.
The sway of her hips, the curves that seemed just the right size for his hands, and her plump, bitable lips kept Loki’s attention long after she was gone.
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Darcy was dripping wet by the time her interview with Loki Laufeyson was over. It took everything in her power to calmly ask his matronly secretary for directions to human resources and ignore the disapproving look she received in return. She then made her way to nearest bathroom and that was where she was now. Thankfully it was a single bathroom so she didn’t have to worry about anyone else coming in as well. Her small clutch rested on the counter while Darcy took stock of her appearance in the mirror.
The owner and CEO of Laufeyson Investments, LLC was dangerously attractive. When Darcy had seen him on one of those financial news shows a few weeks ago she had been reeled in by his intelligence. The cut of his suit, and the way he wore it held her attention in an entirely different fashion. She had always been a sucker for a handsome man in a suit, but the way he wore them? She would willingly do anything to peel him out of it.
After that she couldn’t learn enough about what the media called ‘The New King of Wall Street.’ His visions for global financial domination inspired her to do more than just work as an accountant. His hands he used to emphasize his words when he spoke and she could just visualize the way he might use them on her. His voice, soft and deep, inspired her to other activities in the darkness between her sheets.
It had been nothing short of luck that Jane was dating his brother, Thor. And it had to have been fate that Darcy was able to meet his mother, who seemed pleased at the intern’s questions and interest in her younger son and offered her the chance of a lifetime.
But meeting Loki today had made her fantasies pale in comparison. The way he looked at her, it was though he was touching her with his eyes and it made her feverish. The innuendos they exchanged, the predatory way he watched her had her yearning to drop her panties and bend over the desk for him.
Fuck, she still wanted that. Still needed something because the desire coursing through her was not going away anytime soon and she couldn’t…
Darcy’s eyes glanced at the door, checking to see if it was locked. Assured that it was, she slowly began to hike up her dress. She was too turned on, too hot, too damn needy to care she was in a locked bathroom at Laufeyson Investments, LLC. And she was too fucking aroused to walk out without taking care of herself.
With her dress around her waist, Darcy slid her hand beneath the waist band of black lace panties and sighed at the first brush of her fingers between her legs. In moments she set the rhythm she liked best. The one she knew would get her off quickly as images of Loki watching her and speaking naughty things while she rubbed herself. She envisioned him before her in his suit, eyes glittering with lust while she stroked her clit, sliding her fingers in and out, begging him to let her come.
Darcy gasped when an intense orgasm washed over her and she had to rest her free hand on the counter to keep from falling over as her knees went weak. She stayed that way, touching herself gently while she came down from the self-induced climax. If this was what spending a few minutes with Loki did to her, she couldn’t begin to comprehend what spending an extended amount of time in his presence would do. Bringing extra panties to her new job seemed like a good idea now.
Finally, Darcy washed her hands and adjusted her clothing. Confident no one would know what had just happened, she exited the bathroom and continued on her way to human resources.