The Protege chapter 1 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 1

... bay and skirted the city. The view was amazing. I knew this was definitely the life for me. We were seated facing each other and it became apparent she was not wearing a bra. After we cleared the city, she asked the attendant to give me a computer bag.

"That has your new lap top in it. If you get it out, we can bring up my Calendar and bring you up to speed. Becky, I'll have a Martini and get miss Alecia..."

She paused looking at me. I said the only drink that seemed most appropriate, "A Manhattan please."

It was a brand-new HP elite book laptop, "State of the art. Very nice," I said. "Thank you so much."

"This will be your best friend, next to that," she said handing me a new I-phone XS.

"Thanks again," I said smiling happily.

"And last but not least," she handed me a business card, holding a box of them in the other hand. "Alecia Carmichael, Executive Consultant," I said beaming.

"Executive Consultant for Cynthia Freakin' Liebert!" I thought to myself.

We each had three drinks in when we landed. Every time she refilled, she gave me one. Three drinks were usually it for me. I was grateful when we landed. There was a limo to meet us and we rolled immediately toward her house.

"I'm famished," She said, as we drove on. "I hope fillet and scallops wil do. Phillip is preparing dinner as we speak. That would be perfect," I said thinking I sounded a little too sappy.

We arrived at an amazing house. It had five garages, a stone driveway and was a ...

... mixture of stone and cedar siding, six dormers and a torrent on either end that resembled a light house. The back yard overlooked the ocean with an infinity pool and built in oversized stone hot tub that sat at one end, elevated and flowing into the pool with a water fall.

We entered and she got us another drink ordered before I could protest. We drank as she gave me the tour. I had to steady myself on the stair case as the alcohol was kicking in. Luckily, we wrapped the tour up on the patio dining table as the dinner was served.

The view was amazing, as the cool breeze blew off the ocean, cooling down the hot July day. Dinner was delicious. Something about salt air makes food taste so much better. I was in a daze, sitting the patio next to an infinity pool overlooking the beach, in the Hamptons with Cynthia Freakin Liebert.

I expected a Devil Wears Prada relationship, but she was genuinely nice. During the tour of the house and dinner, she spent the entire time asking me about my family and friends. She really seemed interested and remembered details. She refused to talk about business or anything company related for the entire evening.

By the end of dinner, I had lost track of how many drinks I had. She ordered another round from the Christine the household assistant. She was 50ish and motherly looking. When she delivered the drinks, Cynthia released her and the staff for the evening and told her we they were all free for the weekend and the house would be empty all ...