Rodney
Our elevator rides together had become something of an event that I looked forward to, even though I didn’t want to admit it. I hated it, and I loved it, all at the same time. In the elevator, I could be alone with Danielle without having to worry about who at the office saw our interactions, or whether our interactions were appropriate.
If I was honest with myself, they tended to lean towards being inappropriate.
I hadn’t helped the situation at all. Instead of staying away from her, knowing she was trouble, I had slept with her. I had fucked my best friend’s daughter, my new secretary, a woman half my age. I had ventured into the land of taboo.
Even though I knew it had been a mistake, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Not enough to be sure I wouldn’t do it again.
On Friday morning, Danielle slipped into the elevator with me again just before the doors closed, and everything about her was intoxicating. She had put on a new perfume, a scent I didn’t recognize. It was delicious, making me think of dirty things. Not that my mind had been on a particularly innocent track to begin with.
“Morning, Danielle,” I said politely.
She smiled at me, a beautiful smile. “Morning, Rodney.”
The pleasantries were a façade, a way to pretend everything was fine when nothing was. For one, we were both clothed. She wore a high-waisted pencil skirt with a crisp white blouse tucked in, and it traced her body beautifully. In a few more seconds, the doors would slide open on the top floor, and we would be in the public eye again.
I hesitated, debating if I should make things worse for myself or leave things be. I should probably have done the latter, but with Danielle my self-control was non-existent.
“Are you wearing panties today?” I asked. I was already heading down the road of no return.
Danielle slid her gaze to me, sultry, seductive. “Why don’t you find out?” she asked and bit her bottom lip.
God, if we were alone I would do terrible things to her. A woman biting her lip was my downfall, and my cock was hard and throbbing in my pants immediately. I wanted to fuck her again so badly I was losing my mind. It didn’t help that she was actively trying to seduce me. She was trying to push me to my breaking point and wear down my restraint. How was I supposed to resist? Especially when deep down, I didn’t want to resist at all?
I thought about Mark and the lunch we’d had together. I couldn’t do this, not to my best friend. Thinking about Danielle’s dad helped me ground myself a little and push away the desire that threatened to consume me.
The elevator pinged and the doors slid open, and I was relieved I had an escape. I let Danielle walk first and concentrated on not staring at her at all the way to the office.
“Danielle,” I said before I walked through. “I’m going into a conference call right now, but afterward, I would like to talk to you.”
Danielle nodded. “I’ll be ready when you need me.”
God, was everything out of her mouth going to make me think about sex? I nodded, closing the glass door between us and closing the blinds so that I wouldn’t be tempted to look at her while I was working. I needed to focus on business. The last thing I needed during a conference call was to be distracted by her the way I had been distracted in the meeting.
I sat down behind my desk and made my first calls.
“Leon,” I said when I got my tech guy online. Max and Harry were in the room with him, too. “How are we doing with the new interface?”
“I sent a few concepts through to you,” Max said before Leon could answer. “Did you get them?”
I had received them, but instead of going through the concepts Maxine had sent me, I had gone out to lunch with Danielle and Mark.
“I haven’t had a chance,” I said honestly. “I trust you will choose one that will work for us.”
“You’re putting a lot of trust in her,” Harry commented.
“I’m putting just as much trust into you, Harry. Into all of you. Leon, how soon can you give me a better program?”
Leon hesitated, and I imagined him shuffling around, uncomfortable.
“I told you it would add to our turnaround time when we scratched the original user interface,” he said. “I don’t have anything for you to look at, yet.”
“Can you give me a rough date?” I asked.
Leon mumbled to himself, calculating before he answered me. “Give me a week, maybe two at the very most.”
“Done, I’ve got you down. Keep me up to date.”
After the conference call with my developers, I made a call to the investors. I let them know where we stood on our timeline, what the meeting about the user interface had been about, and how soon I could give them something to look at. Everyone was happy.
After my conference calls, Mark called me.
“It looks like things are going well,” Mark said. “All the investors are very happy. You seem a little distracted, though.”
Shit, Mark had noticed.
“I’m just under a lot of pressure,” I said. “We made changes to the program that added two months to our timeline. I was worried it would affect business.”
“I don’t think that’s something you need to worry about. You heard for yourself how happy the investors are, and you’re known to produce quality every time. People are willing to wait for quality.”
I nodded. “You’re right, thank you.”
Mark was a great friend, being there to support me when I needed it. Even when I wasn’t being completely honest about what was on my mind, but that wasn’t something I could tell him about.
If he found out about me and Danielle, he would quite possibly kill me and lock her up in a tower, never to be touched by men again. I was a father. I worried about Tommy all the time. I could only imagine how much worse it had to be when you had a daughter and there were men like me out there.
After talking to Mark, I focused on emails that couldn’t wait. By the time I was finally done, it was after five. The day had slipped through my fingers unnoticed. When I opened the blinds, Danielle was at her desk. I had half expected her to be gone already. I opened the door, and she stood up, coming to me.
“You’re still here,” I said when she stepped into my office.
“You asked to see me after you finished, and I told you I would be here, waiting.”
I nodded. I had said that to her. I walked to the door that led into the office from the main floor and popped my head out, looking both ways. The floor was just about empty. Almost everyone had gone home for the night. There were one or two people left, working late.
“How did your day go?” I asked Danielle, making small talk while I waited for the last stragglers to leave the office. I didn’t want it to seem suspicious if I closed myself and Danielle into the office together.
“Oh, nothing much to report. It was quiet compared to some other days.”
Danielle and I made small talk until the office was completely empty. I walked toward the door and closed it, just in case. Danielle sat down in one of the chairs facing my desk, and I perched on the edge of my desk, placing myself at a higher position than her.
“Danielle, we need to talk about this. I know we had an amazing night together. Trust me. It was as great for me as it was for you. I’m not going to deny that. But we can’t keep doing this. Not only is it wrong because Mark is your dad, but you work for me. There is nothing more cliché than a boss fucking his secretary.”
“Why, Rodney, you’re making me blush,” Danielle joked, fanning her face with her hand.
It was sexy as fuck, but I refused to succumb to the desire smoldering inside me.
I shook my head. “I’m being serious, Danielle. I know you’re trying to seduce me, but this has to stop.”
Danielle exaggerated a sigh. “It’s such a pity,” she said. “Every day, I dress up for you.” She leaned forward in her seat a little, folding her arms over her chest, which squeezed her breasts together. I could see the pale swells peeking out of her blouse where she had undone the top button. She must have done it when I had closed the door.
I tried to ignore it. My dick had other ideas. I was hardening in my pants, and I had to shift to get comfortable.
“I’m serious, Danielle,” I said again. I was asking her to stop, but I didn’t mean it. Not really.
Perhaps she knew it as well. I moved from the desk to the chair next to her, hoping that sitting down properly would hide my erection. Danielle turned in her seat, leaning back. She opened her legs, and her skirt rode up, exposing a very bare pussy to me. I gasped, unable to stop staring.
“You’re not wearing panties,” I said in a hoarse voice.
“I guess, now you know,” Danielle said with a smug little grin. “I know you were wondering about it all day.”
How was I going to get out of this? How was I going to pull myself out of the situation where every fiber in my being ached to be inside of her again? Dammit, I was horny, and she was practically offering herself up on a silver platter.
“I know you want me, Rodney,” Danielle said in a silky-smooth voice. “Come on. I’m right here. Take me.”
“I shouldn’t,” I said, but I didn’t sound convincing at all. I was starting to lose grip on my self-control.
Danielle leaned forward, closing her legs, but it was too late. I only had one thing on my mind. “Come on, Rodney. Just this last time to get it out of our system. You know, to get rid of all the sexual tension that’s been building over the past few days.”
I couldn’t say no to her. I didn’t want to.
“One more time,” I said. It had to be one more time because I couldn’t resist her.
Danielle smiled at me, eyes twinkling. She arched her back, pressing her breasts out, and her hard nipples poked through the material of her bra and her shirt. God, we had to get this over with so I could think straight again. All I could think about right now was all the filthy things I wanted to do to her.
I stood, not bothering to hide my erection anymore, and Danielle’s eyes slid to my cock. Her little pink tongue darted out of her mouth, wetting her lips before she rolled them together and glanced back up at me. I extended my hand and she took it.
I pulled her up, her body colliding with mine, and I held her around the waist, grinding my hard cock against her. Her eyes were large, dilated. She was as worked up as I was. When I breathed in, I could smell the scent of her sex. It was enough to switch off my mind and let my natural instincts take over. With my free hand, I made a sweeping motion across my desk, pushing everything off so it crashed to the floor. I would deal with that later. Right now, I needed a space to fuck Danielle.