I had to walk away from her.

Aura drives me half deranged every time I walk into my own building. And today, seeing her sitting there in a tight pencil skirt and a blouse open just to the tops of her perfect flesh would be stimulating enough. Seeing her fondle that fake cock in front of me while the rest of the staff pretend they aren’t watching our every glance is more than I can take. My very unfake cock started to rise to the occasion, eager to show her how a real one looks. And feels.

The hunger pummeling at my blood vessels is too much. I order the virtual assistant only desk to tell Aura to come into my office. Now.

Moments later she strides into my office, effectively covering up her feeling of awkwardness to anyone but me. I feel like I know this girl. That she fits into the empty slots in me. The idea that she lives with someone - and she said ‘he’ when she mentioned him - is driving me crazy.

“Invite your roommate,” I order her, no excuses. “To the office party, invite him.”

“But I thought it was strictly no guests. All the guys will hate me if I’m allowed to bring one.”

Why does she always have to contradict me? I need her to take my lead and follow my orders without question. It’s as though she tries to antagonize me.

“They will be catered to, don’t worry,” I snap. “And I don’t mean with girls from the typing pool. What’s the face for Ms Johanssen?

“Nothing.”

“No really, tell me. I’m curious about the way your nose turns up.” I poke at her, knowing how it riles her. “Is it when I say typing pool. You’d prefer I say data entry department?”

“May I be honest, sir?”

“I wouldn’t have anything else, Ms Johanssen.”

My wood is still pressing against my pants, as though sensing the heat in the space between us. The way she calls me ‘Sir’ only stirs me harder. Thank fuck I’m seated behind my island block of a desk. Strange how no one’s ever related the size of the desk to the firmness of the -

“I think a future–direct company like LoxTek would have erased the traditional gender-specific roles assigned in the workplace.”

“How so?” I ask.

I know where she’s going but I want to keep her here with me, standing across the desk while I imagine – things I shouldn’t but do anyway.

“My department is all men,” she says. “I’m forced to work in a modern day bullpen.”

I very pointedly look her up and down, with a look of fake surprise on my face.

“Aside from me, I mean,” she mutters.

“Hmm,” I say, letting the sound vibrate on my lips deeply.

I take the gifted opportunity to continue perusing the length of her body slowly. Taking every incredible curve and swell in as though I were trailing along them with my tongue. She shifts from one foot to the other, then crosses one in front. If I’m not mistaken, which I never am, she squeezes her thighs together.

Now why would she need to do that? If we were really being honest with each other I’d ask her right out. And if she was as truthful as she claims to desire, she’d tell me it’s because she’s wet and hot and tingling.

Instead we continue holding down each other’s stares and talk crap about equality.

“Wouldn’t it be hypocritical of me to hire my employees based on their gender – exactly what you’re telling me not to?”

“I mean there must be women that can do something other than type. And why don’t men type data?”

“Because they know they don’t have the option to find another man to take care of them.”

“My roommate would disagree with you on that,” she quips. Then she startles, probably seeing my darkening mood.

“About the roommate, just bring him to the party tomorrow.”

“Maybe he can liven up my colleagues,” she says. “Less nerd talk for once.”

“I”m not sure anything can liven up that entitled bunch,” I grit and receive another grin.

So clearly she doesn’t entirely despise me. Or she does but also finds me amusing. That’s a start.

What am I talking about a start? There’s no endgame here. Aura at twenty six is a couple years older than her male counterparts but seems light years more mature. While I at thirty six seem ancient to all of them. Or maybe it’s the money that creates the divide. Like me they all piled into development hoping to change the world. Then realize they are, but not for the benefit of humanity as much as to bleed them.

“There’ll be women here,” I tell Aura, watching a little frown crease her forehead. “The Elite Bitches will be here throughout the event.”

I couldn’t miss the wince from Aura at the name of the party planning service I’d hired for the office Christmas bash. Tania Elite had walked into my office in July and insisted I give her company the job of running the Christmas party after hearing I intended to plot the biggest ever for the staff. I told her I’d think about it.

After she finally left, I brought up a trio of volunteers from data processing to hear their ideas. I’m all about giving opportunities to my employees and I also grabbed my own by calling Aura in to join them. But the three women from typing got into a fight over whether there should be a mashed potato bar set up.

“You do remember mashed potato gate?” I remind Aura now.

She grins and throws me a small nod.

“Mashed potato is festive, how?” I repeat my query of the committee of women.

“It’s the traditional food,” she mimics the response of one of the typists.

“No thats turkey and ham,” I join in.

“Well you put the potato in a martini glass and then go to the toppings bar,” Aura adds in a Southern drawl.

It degenerated into a potato slinging fest that would rival the Irish wars. I put the staff input session to bed permanently and decided to hire Tania.

“I hope my potato recoil wasn’t apparent,” I say.

“It was,” she says, throwing me a twinkle.

“Maybe only to you,” I husk.

For that I’m rewarded with a secret smile. I can tell she’s pleased that I brought her over onto my side that day, as much as she tries to antagonize me at every opportunity.

I decided to bring in the professionals and save Aura for some more interesting task I might think up to get close to her, have her report to me more frequently. When I left the office for a meeting soon after, I found Tania waiting in the parking lot beside my car, determined to persuade me into giving her more than my party. I was manhandled into agreeing. But only after I thoroughly manhandled her in the back of the Range Rover. The seductive owner of Elite Bitches thought she was in charge and had to be taught a lesson in reality.

“I’m sure Tania Elite is very good at what she does,” Aura said with another disdainful wince of that cute nose.

“So you don’t care for girl bosses or those that choose to sit in the typing pool?” I asked, taunting her further, seeing her squirm.

I love to watch Aura get worked up over her girl power beliefs. I even love the way her nose wrinkles in distaste for the things she doesn’t approve of. I detected her nuevo-femme stance her first day on the job and have taken to my reactionary attitude, such as calling data the typing pool, just to see her cheeks flush pink with annoyance. And then, even more delicious, watch her restrain herself from taking me down as I know she’d like to and would if we were out on a regular date. A man and a woman, not boss and employee. Which of course we never would be thanks to the rigid fraternization rules within the tech community.

That doesn’t stop me calling her into my office whenever I’m bored and want some amusement – someone to toss me a challenge.

“You think they choose data entry monotony?” she squeals now, her lips pursing.

I can’t stop thinking of where I’d love to see those lips pinching, even though I know I shouldn’t

“Well no one has shackled them to their position,” I reply, putting elongated emphasis on the words ‘shackled’ and ‘position’.

If Aura Johanssen had a good lawyer, they’d probably get me right there for sexual harassment. But she doesn’t. And I intend to keep it that way.

“And no one offers them the trap door through the glass ceiling,” she snaps.

“You had one your mother couldn’t even have imagined.”

It goes on like that, with me baiting her, watching her squirm on her toes and squeeze her thighs together, until I can’t keep her standing there a second longer without the lust scoring across my skin overwhelming me.