Chapter 3

Grant

Today was the day. The day I took on the hellion that was Crissy Marks. I did everything I could to embrace the walking disaster, including setting up a last-minute desk for her outside my office. I didn’t want to look up and see her every damn morning, but it was better than throwing her to the wolves that sat on every other floor of this building. I sat at my desk and gathered a few things I would require of her, and as the clock on my computer flipped to 7:30 a.m., I heard a ding go off on my computer.

I sat down at my seat and started scrolling through my emails. Reminder notices of meetings I needed to attend got jotted down in my calendar, then starred so I could pull them up for Crissy. I knew I’d have to hold her hand through the first few days, but after that, a girl like her should get the hang of it. I continued taking notes, filing emails, and sorting through my day until I came across an email that caught my attention.

When I saw the email address, “Sectual_Synner,” I knew it was spam. I hovered my mouse over the ‘spam’ button, but the subject line caught my eye.

What do you think?

Usually, spam subject lines were more salacious than that. They either had “cock,” “erection,” or “tits” somewhere in them, along with a bunch of characters. Part of me got curious. I would have to send a request down to the I.T. department to check our fucking spam filters on our work emails, but before I could catch myself, I was opening the email.

And right there on my screen was the most perfect set of tits I’d ever seen.

The milky white skin bloomed in all the right places. There was the cutest little mole on the side of the left breast, just begging for my tongue to lap at it. The rounded, pink nipples were reddened and sore, telling me the piercings I was staring at were new. The slender barbells were capped with little disco balls that glittered against the flawless skin of the owner, and instantly, I felt my cock harden. I glanced at the clock and saw it was almost 7:45, which meant I had to do something. I was expecting Alex and his daughter any second, and my pants were tented with a raging hard-on.

But I couldn’t peel my eyes away. This picture couldn’t have been meant for me, but I wished it had been. I hadn’t been with anyone in over a decade. Not even close. I didn’t go out to bars to drink. I didn’t go dancing to relieve tension. I didn’t even set up a site for women to come find me.

I just didn’t do that.

But knowing these beauties were out there churned a feeling in my pelvis I hadn’t felt in over a decade.

I scrolled down the picture, getting a look at just how perfectly the luscious tits hung on the body they were strapped to. I could see the beginning of the waist dip of the beautiful body before the picture ended, and I had to bite back a groan. I wanted it to keep going. I wanted to see what more there was. Maybe there was a little pooch behind this woman’s belly button. A pooch that would feel perfect in the palms of my hands. Did she have rounded hips? Maybe a nice, bouncing ass?

My mouth watered at the idea until I got down to the one line of text sitting just underneath the picture.

“What do you think? Sent from my iPhone...XOXO, Crissy.”

My jaw unhinged before I clicked the email closed. Holy shit, Crissy Marks had sent me a picture of her tits. Holy fuck, I knew she was going to be a hard one to keep in line, but what the fuck was this? Baptism by fire? Raking my hands through my hair, I leaned back in my chair. The clock on my computer shouted five minutes until eight, and I could feel my palms sweating.

I’d just salivated over Crissy Marks’s tits.

For fuck’s sake, her father was my right-hand man! The only person I considered a friend. What the fuck had just happened? How the hell did she have my work email? She hadn’t even shown up for her first day of her internship yet.

I stood up and took a few deep breaths as I turned to stare out the window. I only had time for some cleansing breaths before the two of them would show up, and if my cock was still hard, I could simply keep staring out the window. As the city of Baton Rouge hustled and bustled below me, I closed my eyes and tried to rid myself of those voluptuous tits. This was Alex’s daughter, and I was supposed to be the safe choice, the mature choice. I was supposed to be taking her hand and leading her through things, whipping her into shape, molding her for a world that would crush any woman like her in a heartbeat.

She was about to be my employee, and I couldn’t allow a knee-jerk reaction to a picture that wasn’t meant for me to compromise that.

Just as I felt my cock settle back down into its rightful place, a knock came at the door. I looked in the reflection of the mirror and saw Alex standing there. For a split second, I just stared at Crissy. It had been awhile since I’d seen her, but the way her blouse protruded from her body told me her tits were exactly what had been in that email. I searched her bosom for the outline of those barbells. She was smart enough to wear a thoroughly padded bra, and for a moment there, I felt my cock twitch again.

Fuck.

“Grant?” Alex asked.

“Come on in and take a seat,” I said. “Just gathering my thoughts.”

I heard them sit down, and it afforded me a chance to take a few more breaths. I finally turned around and was met with Alex’s anxious smile, but then my eyes landed on Crissy. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and matching heels with a pale blue blouse that was tucked in. The top couple buttons were undone, giving me a bird’s eye view of the lacy bra she had on underneath. I cracked my neck and cleared my throat, readying myself for the conversation at hand, but before I could open my mouth, Crissy’s voice invaded the room.

“Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Jacobs,” she said. “It’s an honor.”

“Don’t thank me just yet,” I said. “You’ll hate me before this internship is over.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that,” she said.

I eyed her for a second before I looked at Alex. His anxious smile was gone, and in an instant, he was out of his chair. Without a word, he hurried out the door and closed it behind him, and that left me alone with Crissy.

And still, her tits were floating around in my mind.

“The job in the beginning will be fairly simple,” I said. “You’ll be managing my calendar, running a few errands, sitting in on all the meetings I attend and taking minutes, as well as keeping up with details on various projects I’ve assigned to my junior executives.” I paused. “Shouldn’t you be writing this down?”

She was staring at me, but she wasn’t moving. Her eyes scanned my body as I clasped my hands behind my back, and for a split second, I wondered if the email was intentional. It wouldn’t take much for her to pull up the company website and find out how to contact me, so maybe that was what she had done. Maybe the beautiful picture my cock was still trying to digest had actually been meant for me.

“Got it all up in the vault here,” she said, tapping her temple.

“Uh huh,” I said. “Crissy, you’re aware this is a serious job, correct?”

“Of course, Mr. Jacobs,” she said.

“And you’re aware that the desk out there, the one with the brand-new computer and telephone, is yours, right?”

“I wouldn’t have expected anything less,” she said.

“If you aren’t interested in this position, I can find someone else to fill it.”

“I’m more than interested,” she said, grinning.

She’d sent the picture to rattle me. I knew it. That smug little grin on her face as she leaned back in her chair told me she thought she was just playing a game. The way her tits jutted out from her chest and the way her leg crossed over her knee reeked of a power play. She was trying to one-up me in my own damn office, but that wasn’t going to happen.

Part of whipping her into shape would be to show her who the fuck owned this company and who the fucked worked for it.

“Come the end of the week, you’ll be fielding all my phone calls and emails,” I said. “Reminders for meetings, scheduled lunches, anything that requires my attention will need to be inputted into my computer. The calendar application on your computer is synced with mine, so what you input, I can see. If people want to see me, they will go through you. You’ll take appointments, learn the names of the people I network with, and, eventually, you will be speaking for me. All of this will occur within the span of four months, and if it doesn’t, you’ll be let go. Do you understand?”

“I do, Mr. Jacobs.”

“I see you’re still not taking notes,” I said.

“Like I said, all in the vault,” she said.

“Unfortunately, I believe this company will have a bit more information to hold than what your little vault can maintain,” I said. “Find a way to keep track of things. Whenever we meet like this, I expect you to be taking notes.”

“Is there a pad and a specifically-colored pencil you’d like me to use, Mr. Jacobs?”

Holy fuck, she needed to stop calling me “Mr. Jacobs.” My cock couldn’t take much more of it.

“Why don’t you use your phone?” I asked. “You seem to be pretty handy with it.”

For a second, her face faltered. The smug grin and the confident glint in her eye flashed with something I couldn’t quite pick up on. I sat down at my desk and grabbed my pen. Then I looked back up at her and nodded toward the door.

“You’re free to go,” I said. “Take that vault and go set yourself up at your desk. You’re on the clock, Miss Marks.”