The Master Programmer-Chapter 68: Tension and Release 1

Samantha leaned back in her chair, her lips curving into a sly smirk as she stared at the sticky note on her desk. "Well, well, Jason," she muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with amusement.

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"You’ve given me too much ammo." The note, a tiny piece of yellow paper with Jason’s characteristic bold handwriting, was her key to turning the tables on him. She slipped it into her blazer pocket and stood, smoothing her pants as she prepared to head to the lower floor.

Jason was a puzzle she enjoyed solving. The audacity, the charm… it was all wrapped in a package that surprised and intrigued her. Today, she would see just how far she could push him. And she would also see just how much information about his depths she could get out of him.

Descending the stairs, Samantha felt a rush of anticipation. She loved the unpredictability of these encounters. She reached the lower floor, her sharp heels clicking against the polished floor.

As she approached the open-plan workspace, her steps slowed. Her eyes locked onto Jason, seated casually at his desk. The receptionist, a young, sweet-looking girl with an innocence Samantha found almost irritating, was perched precariously on his lap sucking at his face like a woman in the desert finding something with water.

Samantha raised a brow, her smirk deepening.

The receptionist’s hands were clasped around Jason’s neck, her glossy lips pressing eagerly against his. Jason relaxed and entertained, leaning back slightly, allowing the woman’s movements to take centre stage. His shirt was partially unbuttoned, exposing a toned chest that, Samantha had to admit, was impressive.

She needed to be patient. He needed to progress to the next stage. This would only be worthwhile if they collaborated in creating a situation that had gone out of hand. If they could do something that was totally not professional... That was when she would come in.

Samantha shook her head as she watched Jason grabbing and squeezing at her ass, making the receptionist moan into her mouth as she ground her crotch against his, amusement flashing in her eyes. Was that kiss so incredible?

She waited, biding her time. When the receptionist leaned back, breathless and fumbling with Jason’s remaining buttons, Samantha decided the moment was ripe. It was time to step inside, and when she did, she would do it with a flare.

With calculated precision, she strode into the room, her voice cutting through the charged atmosphere like a blade. "Oh my god… What the hell are you two doing here?!"

The receptionist shot off Jason’s lap as though scalded, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She stammered an apology, avoiding Samantha’s piercing gaze. Jason, however, remained unfazed, the corners of his lips quirking upward. He had noticed her feet. She was not wearing heels. Which meant she had meant to find them and intrude on them quietly.

This was partially what she had expected, at least from the receptionist. But this Jason… His calm demeanour only served to irritate Samantha further.

"Why are you still here?" Samantha demanded, her voice icy as she stared at this receptionist whose breath had gone ragged after what happened, or maybe it was because she had entered the room. "Or did you want to continue your little activity as soon as I left the office?"

The receptionist shook her head vehemently, muttering another rushed apology before scurrying out of the room.

Samantha folded her arms, her eyes narrowing as they locked onto Jason. He met her gaze with an infuriatingly relaxed smile, his shirt still hanging open. With those lips, that lipstick on his neck and face, and the look in his eyes… And was that a tent in his pants? Samantha felt a heat rush through her that she suppressed just as fast.

Once the receptionist was gone, Samantha let her mask of irritation slip, her expression softening into something more amused than angry. "Veronica, Veronica… why did you give me this toy?" she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Jason to hear.

Jason chuckled, his voice a low, rich drawl. "A toy? I’m flattered, but I like to think of myself as more of an asset." As he said that, he stared outside, at the retreating receptionist. Samantha understood what he meant. Ass-et. This cheeky man.

"An asset?" Samantha arched a brow, her eyes flickering to his chest before returning to his face. "So, on the day you became a shareholder, you thought you could… celebrate with the staff?"

Jason shrugged, his smirk widening. "Celebration’s important. She was just… helping me unwind."

Samantha couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking her head. "Just because you’ve been helpful, don’t start getting ideas about your position here. You’re still new, Jason. You might be a shareholder, but you’re nothing special. You need to know your place. After all, I can still fire you."

Jason raised his hands in mock surrender. "Of course not. I’d never think too much of myself." His tone was laced with subtle irony, and Samantha found it both irritating and endearing.

What did that mean? This man… was he saying something about her? Was he saying she was thinking too much of herself, that her advice should be applied to her instead of him? What an arrogant–!!

Never mind. It was time to get what she wanted from him. Since she had this kind of leverage, having caught him in a sticky situation, she was going to use it to get him to act in a way that would help her out. If he had four million he must have more right... Why not give it to her, and not to Veronica, who was too much of an idiot to have figured out his true wealth?

She stepped closer, her now worn heels clicking softly against the floor. "Good. Now, let’s talk about this." She pulled out the sticky note and waved it in front of him. It had some numbers on it, three to be exact. As she held it up and waved it, she had a smirk on her face.

Jason’s eyes flicked to the note, and his smirk deepened. "Ah, the famous discount massage coupon. I was wondering when you’d cash that in."

Samantha tilted her head, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "These last few weeks have been stressful. I think you owe me some relaxation, Jason."

Jason leaned back in his chair, his hands resting casually on the armrests. "I seem to recall you never actually bought the pen, which means the coupon doesn’t count."

Samantha’s smile widened, her tone turning sweetly menacing. "Oh, I bought it, Jason. The price? Your salary." She then looked him up and down again, her eyes landing on his exposed chest once again. "You promised me extreme relaxation and freedom. I deserve it, so give it to me."

Jason chuckled, shaking his head in defeat. "Alright, alright. You win. Where do you want this message? Here? Or somewhere more… professional?"

Samantha removed her blazer, revealing a crisp white blouse that hugged her figure. Jason stared at that figure, noting all the subtleties, the flat-toned belly, the thin almost frail arms. He then looked into her eyes, noticing she had noticed his gaze and it made her smile.

Damn it.

She turned around and leaned forward, exposing her impressive backside to Jason as she placed the blazer neatly over a chair before turning to him again. "Right here. Keep it simple. Don’t make me regret this."

Jason stood, his demeanour shifting from casual to focused. She noticed this shift immediately and it made her raise her eyebrows. She immediately got on a chair, sitting on it and Jason came behind her.

"You have some red lipstick on your face, you know," she said to him with a smirk. But Jason did not care too much about it.

"Please relax, Samantha. Just let me run my hands all over your body."

He was saying it like that? Was he flirting with her right now? "So we’re on a first-name basis now?"

"Would you like it more if I called you Ms Ellis?" Jason said, pressing his warm hands against her shoulders for the first time.

She found herself closing her eyes as he did this. "No. It’s okay. You can call me Samantha. In private though."

"Great Sam. I’m glad we understand each other. I’ll talk you through it." Jason said, working out the tension in her body, and as he did that she let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing under his touch.

"Alright, just let yourself settle in. Feel the surface beneath you... It’s holding you completely. There’s no need to hold on to anything. You can just let go now. That’s right, every breath you take, imagine it drawing in a calm and releasing any tension you don’t need anymore."

Jason watched as she groaned under his touch, leaning back, and closing her eyes. He focused on the back of her neck. "You might notice how, as I touch you here, it’s like your muscles are talking to you, saying, ’Finally, we can let this go.’ As they do, it’s like there’s a wave that spreads easily everywhere. Funny how the body knows exactly what it needs, right?"

Funny how it knows that she needs to let go of the grudge on the receptionist, and maybe on him too, right?