Soul on Fire (Violet&SHARPii)

[Malicious Lullaby]

It had been a while. A very long while. The last one went out of commission. No, nothing happened to her but they just didn’t work out together anymore. It was saddening and it just meant he’d have to find another and that could take time. He knew places to look of course, oh of course he did, but there was a certain type of thrill not knowing the known. In other words, he liked finding out if a girl was suitable. It meant having to go through multiple girls which he fancied. In the end, he got his kicks with no emotional repercussion towards the female. Not usually. No, not ever.

“Mr. Cavendish, she’s here.” That day he had an interview to give. He opted to give it himself since his entire day was clear and given that the position in the company was highly coveted and quite high profile, he wanted to conduct the interview himself. It was odd that it was a female whose abilities and attributes had garnered her this interview. He did not know her name. He did not really care to. He figured she must be some middle aged woman who lived behind her specs who never got out much and made her home around her technology and computer because this job was basically like an IT job since he to fire one of his main IT guys. The fact a woman was coming for this job stunned him even more.

Sterling Cavendish was a sought after, incredibly handsome, even richer, most desirable and lusted after businessman and CEO in all of Boston. He was never seen with a woman on his arm, he was buried almost a hundred percent of the time into his work and he wouldn’t cease to try and make things better. He had a major determination to give back a lot in the larger socioeconomic sense. The economy was so bad. He knew this as well. And since he was pretty up there on the socioeconomic spectrum, nearly ‘trumping’ Donald Trump, at least he’d want to give some back and do what he could so he wasn’t the only one. He was very philanthropic but that was the extent of his emotional availability.

He was handsome, very handsome. He had dark brown short hair in that respectable yet tousled like coiffed sense; businesslike but still charming because it wasn’t perfect, like him, but he still had the persona and appeared to be as such. He was far from it. The many things people did not know and he kept private. He had power. Power to stay in the private despite how public things were. He wore his signature black dress shirt that was buttoned all the way with a dark red silken woven tie. His jacket was draped over the back of his chair and he was standing, looking at some files while he was on the phone. His voice was silky and sooth but booming, powerful and very authoritative as he spoke on the phone, more like barked into the phone. When he wasn’t happy with something, he made it apparent. Not like an errant child but like a businessman who expected more and had the right to bark because of his title. He never abused anything.

That day, Sterling had two interviews. One for the position of the highly coveted IT job for his company and another where a young woman would be coming to interview him. He got the two interviews mixed up, as did his assistant who had notified him of her arrival, despite the fact he had been on the phone. He was just finishing up and when he heard the doorknob rattle, he looked up.

“Ross, I’ll get back to you.” He said in a clipped tone and put the receiver down, ending the call. His hands slipped into his pockets and he walked over from behind his desk and towards the door, just as it opened. He would not be prepared for what was to come, that’s for sure.

 

[Vixxa Violet]

RE: Soul on Fire (Violet Submissive&SHARPii)

Violet was extremely nervous. She had been used to talking in public for the longest time, but had no idea how she convinced herself to agree to this. Her friend was a journalist for the biggest newspaper in the country and got a chance to interview the biggest name in the country. Unfortunately, she fell desperately ill with food poisoning the night before. Violet remembered how bad she felt hearing her friend cry over the phone, saying her life as a reporter was over if she missed this interview. There was no way she would be well enough in time, and Sterling Cavendish was not the kind of man to reschedule appointments.

Violet had suggested, if the interview was straightforward enough, perhaps she could do the interview in her place. She had taken a journalism class in college and figured it couldn't be too hard, even if he was such an huge public figure. Interviewing him and interviewing your grandma was pretty much the same thing. Well... not really, but she knew she could handle it.

She spent the rest of the morning getting ready, even taking a sick day from work to help her best friend out. Tiffany (her friend) would email the questions as soon as she was able to pull herself away from the bathroom long enough to type them. This would give Violet less time to study the questions, but she would have to wing it, for her friend.

The email came much later than she expected, right after she finished dressing. She was in in a tight skirt that made her have to bounce along if she walked in a hurry. On top of that was a frilly white top that left her generous bust open for viewing. She didn't have a whole lot of business attire and this was the fastest one she could pull out under the circumstances that wasn't wrinkled or too big. She had just lost a few pounds this summer and was quite proud of that, but her older clothes no longer fit. Lastly, she slipped on some black heels and hurried to find her keys with quick loud steps down her hallway. She looked at her watch, not bothering with any other jewelry after seeing what it said. She had to leave now. A quick spray of perfume and she was out the door.

Her long, thin auburn hair bounced behind her, flowing down to the middle of her back. She pushed her rectangular-frame glasses on, accidentally almost poking herself in the eye in her haste and then she tore out of her driveway. It was already turning out to be a rough day.



"Mr Cavendish will see you now." Sterling's assistant poked her head over her desk and motioned Violet toward the office door.

Violet hadn't payed much attention to much else besides studying the questions while passively sucking at the end of her pen. The secretary's words caught her off guard and she looked up like she had been doing something wrong. "Oh, right. Thank you." She smiled and got up, brushing off imaginary dust from her skirt as her heels clicked underneath her, taking her to the office.

She opened the door and poked her head inside first, not expecting Sterling to already be standing up. She smiled at him a bit embarrassed and let herself in the rest of the way, walking right up to him with her hand extended for a shake. "Mr. Cavendish, Violet Sanders, pleased to meet you." Her handshake was weak and fragile. She was capable of giving a harder one but knew when dealing with men of such power, they tended to like women very gentle. "Shall we begin?" She said, heading toward the chair in front of his desk. The leather felt cool against the bare portion of her legs and arms as she sat forward, crossing her legs and bending over to pull a notepad from her bag, unknowingly giving him a good view of her cleavage until her red hair cascaded over her shoulder, covering them up.

She sat up again, swinging her hair back over her shoulder as she pulled the notepad open and sat it on her raised leg. Then she grabbed a pen that was hiding behind her ear and clicked it, waiting for Sterling to get situated. "This is a very beautiful office you have here." Making conversation to fill in the gap of time until she could begin.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

RE: Soul on Fire (Violet Submissive&SHARPii)

He was halted when his desk phone was beeped. He walked over to it and picked it up, pressing a button to answer. "Sy?" His assistant's name.
"A Miss Violet Sanders for you sir."
"Sanders? I thought it was Emily Dindsmore?" He asked, as that was the woman he was to interview for a highly coveted spot.
"No sir. She is to be coming...." She paused to look down at the schedule and a brow rose. "--Sir, I believe I mistakenly inputted the wrong times. She is to be coming later in the afternoon, around two and a Tiffany Dupont was to come and interview. According to Miss Sanders, she is here instead of Miss Dupont."
"Christ, Sy." He wasn't pleased with this mix up and he just put the phone down on the receiver, turning his attention to the woman that walked into that door, his eyebrows raising at the sight of the young woman before him. Any reservations or anger he had at his assistant's mishap vanished and he walked to the girl, offering his hand to her. "Miss Sanders, a pleasure." He shook her hand, taken back by her soft grip. Not what he was expecting.

"Please." he nodded to her as she made her way to the chair before his desk and he walked over behind it and sat down in his comfortable black rolling chair, sitting back as he crossed a leg over the other, his ankle atop his knee and his elbow perched on the arm rest, his hand coming to rest at his chin, watching her. She was a beautiful girl indeed and his mood was favorably good. Then again, why wouldn't it be when such a beautiful woman sat before him, about to conduct an interview he found meaningless but he went along with it anyways. Anything to keep her here longer.

When she bent over, his eyes caught sight of her tempting cleavage before her hair covered over it. The look in his eyes suggested he was very pleased at what he saw but his overall facial expression gave nothing away. Unless she was an eye reader, he remained impassive.
He saw her become situated and nodded to her compliment. "Thank you. I like it too." Sterling's voice was smooth and deep but not booming. Not yet at least. He was a clear and evident CEO but even CEOs like him held much to the imagination and a world of mysterious thoughts currently coming to the forefront of his mind but remained hidden from the obvious.

"So please, begin." He encouraged, clearing his throat as he shifted lightly in his chair. Yes, his mind was full of many thoughts but the current one that was playing over and over again was how she bent over and gave him sight to a cleavage he'd love to do many things to. Run his tongue over it, bite it, kiss it, all the while his hands explored her body, the very nether regions that left him incredibly curious. He imagined the things he could do to her. How she'd look strung up, trussed up, tied up--all of it. Begging him, desiring him and he was there to fill in the void to unleash vast amounts of pleasure that he believed only he was capable of. He was smug, confident, maybe a little cocky but that never failed him. Not with women at least--definitely not in the business world. Easy, Sterling. He reminded himself, so not to get too carried away in his thoughts.

He shifted again, thankful for the desk that covered him waist down for the very thoughts left him stiffening and hardening.
He had a new ambition. Nothing businesslike or anything that could make him even wealthier. No, his new ambition was her.

 

[Vixxa Violet]

RE: Soul on Fire (Violet Submissive&SHARPii)

Violet had to admit that Sterling was an attractive man. In fact he had many qualities that she thought were the embodiment of male sexiness. But his mood was cold and unyielding. He was very intimidating, actually, and it did not help calm her nerves for the interview which she was absolutely not prepared for. She was quite used to stressful situations though, and kept her cool. She pulled a small digital tape recorder she had tucked under her notepad and turned it on, placing it on the edge of his desk with the microphone pointed toward him.

"So, Mr. Cavendish, you run one of the most successful business empires in the world and still find time to give back so much to the community. How has your rise to power affected your outlook on what it means to be an every day American?" What kind of question was that? She shrugged inwardly. Perhaps her friend had a very specific agenda for this interview.

She carefully jotted down notes and asked follow up questions as the questions on the paper grew more and more intense. They began to probe into some of the more questionable business practices of his empire and even a few slightly over the line questions about his personal life. He was such a private person that people began to spread rumors about what he did with his time behind closed doors. As the questions finally became more clear with context, Violet had surmised that her friend was hoping to expose some kind of sex scandal linked with his business in order to draw women close and do who knows what with them.

She began to feel uneasy and very embarrassed, blushing a little as the questions got more serious. It was hard to tell but she was pretty sure Sterling was growing angrier with each question.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

RE: Soul on Fire (Violet Submissive&SHARPii)

[woah your name changed!]

Her first question was fairly easy but it also made him feel like she was attacking him with it at the same time and he wasn't too appreciative of that. Just because he worked hard to be where he was and succeed in this empire he created, it affected his outlook on what it meant to be an every day American? He had to remind himself that it wasn't from her but from her friend whom she was covering for. Still. He had every right to gradually become peeved. But he answered the first question coolly, like he was completely unaffected. "I don't believe it has in any way. I came from nothing, and now I am something because I worked hard. I don't think I should be punished for it. Neither do I think I have lost some semblance of what it is to be an every day American. I think it's up to the every day American to want to strive for the best or what they think is the best. I am an avid believer in following dreams and desires. And Miss Sanders, what I desire, I get." Perhaps that was a little something for her but it seemed to fit into the point he was trying to make.

Throughout the interview, he found himself gradually growing rather angry. Her questions she was spewing at him felt like attacks. He quite often didn't answer them, refusing to do so or simply proving the irrelevance to the interview but it wasn't just that he said that but the tone and power in which he said it which seemed to help him well. He was Sterling Cavendish and if he didn't want to answer a question, he wouldn't. Simple as that. He built his own empire, turned his dream real and made his desires come true. He had power, prestige and property.

He looked at her with narrowed eyes and a displeased look on his face. With some of the questions she asked, he imagined just how he'd take care of her, show her what would and should happen when a young woman like her asks him questions like that. Where did she get the audacity? He was appalled but at the same time, very turned on. He wanted to stop her talking, stop the interview and make her mouth occupied. Teach her a lesson. He refrained of course and his scorching smoldering gaze didn't leave her sight at all.

"Miss Sanders, forgive me, but I believe this interview is taking a turn for something distasteful. Does your friend wish to expose me as some hungry business mogul with a closet of scandals? Because if that is the case, I must apologize but I cannot condone this interview any further." So help him god, if she asked him another question about his personal life, he just might lose it. That door to his office would be locked in a nanosecond and she'd be bent over his desk, bound and gagged and he'd show her exactly what happened to girls who dared to cross a line that should have remained uncrossed.

"However, if you'd like to ask me some questions that does not accuse me of a hungry business mogul with a closet full of scandals, then I may like to ask you out for a cup of coffee sometime?" And there, all tension and anger faded and his eyes lit up with amusement and that charming Sterling Cavendish smile appeared on his face, ever so handsome, ever so inviting and directed completely and only at a one Miss Violet Sanders.

 

[Vixxa Violet]

Seeing him take control of the situation in such a manly way excited Violet, more than she could have imagined. She caught herself flexing her thighs and rubbing her legs together slightly while her curled fingers grasped one of the frilly extensions of her blouse and rubbed it between her finger and thumb. She bit the inside of her cheek to stifle a moan. Sterling was 100% man.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Cavendish. I don't know what I..." She didn't know how to apologize. If she had more time she could have seen this was some kind of smear campaign, probably from an investor pressuring the editor to try to make this poor, successful, handsome man look bad for some one else's gain. She suddenly felt rather bad for helping to facilitate this evil corporate agenda and didn't know how anyone could believe such bad things about such a sweet, strong man.

She realized she had blushed when he offered to take her to get a coffee. She giggled and covered her mouth in an attempt to make herself look extra adorable. "Why Mr. Cavendish, are you asking me on a date?"

Pushing her glasses back up she looked at him as if thinking about some conflict in her mind involving him. If her friend wanted to do this kind of journalism, she would have to do it herself! She turned off the tape recorder and deleted the entire file. Then she took her notes and ripped them out of the notepad. She uncrossed her legs, perhaps a bit too widely in her excitement as she picked herself up out of the chair and handed Sterling her notes.

"Here... I don't want any part of a slander campaign on you. And I would love to take you up on that coffee." She smiled at him with her eyes closed canting her head to the side. "What do you have planned right now, besides being verbally assaulted by a pretty little reporter? Surely there's a better way to spend our time?"

Wow, was she flirting with him? It had been a while since she actually flirted with a man, except to get a free bagel at the coffee shop or a discount on her oil change.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

His smile turned into a grin and his hand on his cheek moved so his index finger moved over his upper lip, trailing over his lower lip. Her reaction was absolutely adorable. It shouldn't have been to surprising, given how she was dressed and those glasses were the last straw. She could keep those on, only. Everything else could go, even her heels. She seemed to exude this sort of innocence that he very much liked. Of course he did because it was girls like her he looked for. Innocent, beautiful, sweet and clearly with morals because of how she seemed to feel bad about the fact that this entire interview was basically attack on his entire empire trying to point out some lame scandal that didn't even exist. Like he'd be stupid enough to slip up like that. He was very careful. He wasn't some twisted, handsome, charming and mysterious CEO. Actually, that's exactly what he was except no one knew the twisted part, just everything else. He was very private for good reasons.
She'd make a good one, he thought to himself, sitting up again to rest his arms on the desk, his hands clasped together.

"I believe I am Miss Sanders. What will you do about that?"
He watched her, tilting his head just slightly when he saw how she uncrossed her legs, his lips twitching to refrain from turning into a smirk and his eyelashes blinked just a couple of times, almost innocent, even if he was the exact opposite of that.

He was taken back completely with her decision to hand him those notes and actually delete the tape recorder. He cleared his throat nonchalantly as he stood, thankful for the fact he was no longer breaching boundaries through his dress pants and he took them, setting them atop his desk. His hands moved into his pockets and he walked from behind his desk and over to the front of it, standing in front of it as he perched himself atop it slightly and looked at her, crossing one leg over the other. "Good. I wouldn't take no anyways." He teased, his hand coming out to rub his chin thoughtfully. "Well, it's not everyday I get verbally abused by a cover-reporter, or lack there of." He grinned. "If you were really a reporter Miss Sanders, you'd never compromise your story. The fact you did, I am honored and truly humbled. So thank you." He bowed his head to her in his actual and genuine gratitude before his hand returned back to his pocket.

"Are you flirting with me Miss Sanders?" He grinned that charming smile once more, his eyes becoming alight with something all over again. Amusement and a hint of his debauchery laced with his twisted and dark carnal desires. And right now, they were all focused on her. Oh the many thoughts. The way she sat in that chair offered so many possibilities. And that very possibility turned him on, however he was very thankful that he could control it.

"Are you doing anything right now? Because I'd love to take you town." He knew that it had a multiple meaning. That's why he chose it.

 

[Vixxa Violet]

It had been a couple of months since she'd been on a date and her breath quickened slightly at the excitement of a potential one with this dashing successful man. She even considered sleeping with him later but only if things went really well.

Violet looked up at him how, perched atop her. She pulled her arms together under her breasts and shrugged, accentuating them. "I dont suppose i have anything going on right now, but don't you have a company to run Mr. Cavendish?" She sat up in her chair, back straight and with a slight stretch, as if she had been sitting long, pushed her breasts out again.

She held out her hand rested at the wrist in a girly suggestion for him to help her out of her seat.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

Sterling shrugged kind of innocently even though innocence was the last thing he was and he grinned at her. "I do. But that is the perk of being CEO, Miss Sanders. I can do as I please as long as I keep my Blackberry on." Meaning if anyone were to call him, he'd answer without hesitance. Even if he wasn't working, he was still working.

Watching her, his head tilted a little bit and he let out a soft sigh. The things he was imagining just from the way she was. Whether she was doing this on purpose or completely oblivious to it all. He didn't know. He just knew he could imagine her in his playroom very well and he wanted her to stay there.

Taking her hand, he helped her out of her seat and acting like it was an accident, pulled her to him. He played it off well with how his eyes bore into hers with this certain look, a dark and up-to-no-good look. It was hot, steamy and quite pervading because of the many thoughts that were circling the front of his mind right now.

"Did you want to go out for coffee or shall I have Sy bring us some?" He asked gently, having not released her yet until very slowly, his arm moved from around her back and he let her go completely, acting like he didn't just invade her bubble.

 

[Vixxa Violet]

"Ohhhh" She squeaked as he pulled her up, a little too hard as she fell over him. Her legs straddled his crossed legs, putting his knee buried in her skirt. A bit too tight to push all the way to her groin. She lay a hand on his chest to keep her balance, pressing her breasts right to his body. She blushed beet red. "I'm sorry I seemed to have lost my balance." She blushed, looking up at him over her glasses. She cleared her throat but still stayed there for a few seconds, until finally he let her go. She looked down shyly and stepped away, trying to collect herself from being so flustered.

"Please, its a bit hot in here. Can we get out of here right now?" She suggested. She didn't want anyone to disturb their flirting, as she was having way too much fun right now.