Trapped by My Crush's Dad

Chapter 19: Role Play

Mila's pov

Surprised to see Mr. Williams and not his son behind the wheel, I slid into the passenger seat narrowing my eyes. Strapping myself cautiously, I turned to him feeling confused.

"Isn't this Everett's car?"

"Everett is no longer allowed to drive this car while under the influence. I'm sure you can imagine the PR nightmare I’d have to navigate if he were to get a DUI with me being the CEO of a fortune 500 company."

He glanced in the rear view mirror, adjusting it for his height. I stared at him trying to fit into the seat of this smaller car.

I couldn't help but giggle then said, "I guess a lot of ladies are going to be disappointed then."

"Meaning?" Mr. Williams asked, putting it in gear then in neutral. He glanced at me as he played with the shifter.

"Well, just imagine how many girls he made scream in this car. You may have a riot on your hands. At least, that's what this kind of car is supposed to be able to do. Supposedly, it's a 'pussy magnet'."

Mr. Williams glanced at me with a naughty gleam in his eye.

"Well, has it made your pussy slick sitting in it?"

As his eyes were pinned on me awaiting my answer, I realized this fantasy had never crossed my mind but now that Mr. Williams was here, I was into it.

"It has now," I confessed. Staring at him up and down, my eyes crawled over his fit body. Instead of continuing with our fantasy however, he put the car in gear and we promptly left.

It took about an hour to get there. When we arrived at the store, Mr. Adam politely greeted me. He walked out with a strong step and reached his hand out to take mine.

"Welcome, Miss Mila. I've heard all about you from Robert. Is he here?" He tilted his head trying to see as he held my hand in both of his.

"No, Robert couldn't make it. He sends his regards, though."

"Well, if it isn't Robert, who is it you have with you?" he asked, squinting at the car. Mr. Williams exited the driver's side. I glanced at Mr. Adam who didn't have the faintest clue this was the CEO. It wasn't every day that he attended these kinds of small events.

"Oh, he's just the company's driver," I said, lying to Mr. Adam. "Once Robert couldn't bring me, he offered his services."

"She's in charge," Mr. Williams said to Mr. Adam. "Can I help you with anything?" he asked, glancing at me.

"No thanks," Mr. Adam said with a smile, "Let me grab that contract for you, Mila."

While Mr. Adam went to get the paperwork, I teased Mr. Williams for playing his role so well.

"Impressive job in picking up on the act I was trying to pull off. Makes me almost feel like I'm your first female CEO." I crossed my arms proudly.

"Well, Miss CEO, are there any other services you want performed?" he asked.

"I'd like services in bed," I said, batting my eyelashes at him, biting my lower lip. My core tightened at the thought of it, making my pussy contract once.

"I can provide you with satisfaction in that area."

"Can you do that in every way?" I asked coyly.

"What are you talking about?"

"Will you kiss it?" I pointed between my legs and he smiled at me.

"You'll never forget it once I do. Are you sure you want me to do that?"

My heart began pounding as he maintained eye contact.

"Are you saying I'll be addicted to you and never be able to break away once we do?"

He didn't answer, only grinned. His naughty expression made me swell between my legs. I could sense that he wasn't joking as he stared me down. I could smell his musky scent which set me on fire. I crossed my legs to keep myself under control but I couldn’t help but fidget.

A light sweat began on my palms as our eyes remained locked. As my eyes traversed his body, I could see that he was becoming slightly turned on just from our talk. The material of his pants were stretched across him and I was just starting to make out the edges of his cock.

Distracted by Mr. Williams' flirtatious talk with me, I wasn't paying close attention when Mr. Adam arrived back. Mr. Adam handed me the contract and I walked over to the table with him. My head was in the clouds and the last thing I wanted to do was become engrossed in contractual language.

After placing it on the table, Mr. Adam eagerly handed me a pen. Taking it into my right hand, I spread out the papers, making sure there were no wrinkles in them, then pressed the utensil to the paper. I was about to sign when Mr. Williams reached out and stopped me, holding my arm.

"Wait, don't sign with that pen."

I turned to him, lifting my eyebrows in surprise and asked, "What should I sign with then?" I expected him to be joking but his face remained serious.

"There's a special one for contracts. I'll retrieve it from the car."