117. Pleasure

117.

David's POV.

Mr. Cook's legs thump on the floor as he approaches me and I widen my eyes in surprise and confusion.

Oh fuck, two more steps closer and he'll see Vera's head. Not just that but also our intimate position, because Vera's literally holding my cock in her hands, staring wide-eyed at me.

"Mr. Cook," I call abruptly and he pauses, staring at me in honest curiosity. "I'm sorry. Could you sit on the third seat? I reserved these two, my assistant and secretary. I'm expecting them to join the meeting."

This has never happened before. In fact, my secretary hadn't been to our board meeting before, except Charlie but that's when he wants to write down the discussion and minutes or has a presentation to make.

"Hmm, are you sure, Mr. Truman?"

The question comes from Mr. Herbert. The ever-curious one.

I don a serious look on my face, affirming my words with a nod.

Thankfully, they all agree and take respective seats away from me.

My thudding heart zens and I steal a loo