Willow should never have sent me Stacy’s picture.
It fucking lingered in my head, burned into my mind, making my cock act up like a damn fool ever since I had first seen it. That was when Willow had texted it to me with the comment: “She doesn’t have much administrative assistant experience, but she has a way with people and I think she’d be a great face person for your client team. Just look at that smile!”
It wasn’t her smile I’d been looking at. More like the hefty cleavage poking out from her blouse. And I bet Willow had known that, too.
Damn women knew how to get to a man. I bet this was how Willow had gotten to Darien. Sure, I liked her a lot and approved of her for my good friend. But I wasn’t about to let a woman tie me down.
I was someone who had an insatiable appetite for the variety of life and all the lovely ladies it had to offer. And when I wasn’t busy with my companies, I was constantly on the prowl.
Still. Goddamn it. It had been a while since I’d seen a woman that made me act this way. I hadn’t known what had gotten into me lately.
I’d almost told Willow to forget about it, because I didn’t want to get all hot and bothered for some new employee— that could only be trouble. Of course my cock got the best of me, though— since it is the best part of me, if I do say so myself— and told my other head to shut the fuck up if it knew what was good for it— and by “it,” it meant itself.
I just had to get a look at this Stacy chic in person. I couldn’t resist. So I’d agreed to hire her— not just because I wanted to do Darien and Willow a favor but also because I wanted to do my cock a favor. And now here she was, right in front of me— or more like, just a little below me, since she had just fallen down, while I had been on my way into work.
“Um, nice to meet you… I’m—”
“Stacy Endow, yes, I know who you are. It’s nice to meet you.”
Finally.
I reached out to shake her hand. Her soft skin graced mine. A sweet floral smell wafted off of her. It was a nice change from the obtrusive scent of hard perfume that my last assistant had worn. She just retired, and she had been a good assistant, but I couldn’t say the same about her taste in perfume.
She smoothed out her skirt and looked around in embarrassment.
“I can’t believe this is how I’m meeting my new boss,” she said. “I have had the craziest day and my shoe—”
She stopped, obviously not thinking it a good idea to elaborate. Then realization spreads across her pretty face and she said, “Wait, you already knew who I was?” she asked. “How?”
“Willow sent me a picture.” I rushed to add an explanation other than she probably knew I’d love your tits. “I never like being unprepared.”
“Oh, I see. So, where should I follow you?”
Anywhere and everywhere I want.
I knew she meant in terms of how to get to the office, but I liked the sound of it nonetheless. She titled her head at me and smiled while waiting for me to answer. Her hips were amazing, and her hourglass figure had the most perfect proportions.
I just wanted to scoop her up and throw her over my shoulder right then and there. I’d take her up the rest of these stairs and to my office where I’d fuck her silly, if half my staff weren’t around to speculate about all the ruckus we’d undoubtedly be making.
“Right this way,” I said, my eyes scanning back over her body. “Come, follow me. We need to get upstairs and get you situated.”
I looked behind me but Stacy was still stuck in her heels. “Ms. Endow?”
“I’m sorry, I’ll be right up. The twentieth floor, right?”
“Yes—”
“I’ll be up soon. I need to… take care of something…”
I frowned, wondering if she had turned nervous and had changed her mind about working for me. She didn’t seem like the frail type, though. Sure, her eyes looked rather nervous, darting around as if unsure of what to say.
But I wasn’t fooled. She had an edge to her. An edge I wanted to rub myself against.
I cleared my throat.
“Ms. Endow. We need to get started. No need to be shy,” I said.
She looked up at me, those big doll eyes begging to be punished. Behind that feminine glow was a darkness that reached into my soul. I sensed she craved domination, possessiveness, passion. Yet she remained frozen in place.
“As your boss, I demand that you come.”
Double entendre.
A wild blush skipped across her cheeks, did she get it too?
“Boss…” she whispered, looking unsure about how to address me. I could only imagine how that voice would sound screaming my name while my cock was inside her. Ever since Willow showed me her picture, I kept thinking about how she’d sound.
It was a blend of innocence and seduction wrapped up in one. A dangerous combination rarely found.
“You’re making me late,” I said, lowering my eyes.
Stacy straightened up and cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, Mr. Carter. It’s just… my shoe is bit damaged. I had an… incident… earlier, at the bus stop, and… I hate to trouble you with this. It’s just that if I keep climbing the stairs, I’ll trip again, because part of it catches on the edge.”
“Oh,” I said, relieved that that was all that was causing her to hesitate.
I was intrigued by this incident that she mentioned, but she obviously didn’t want to talk about it. And I was even more intrigued by the fact that she had to take a bus to work. I didn’t know anyone who rode the bus. I guess she really needed this job.
“Why don’t you let me help?” I offered.
I bent down and began taking off her shoe.
“Oh, Mr. Carter, you don’t have to do that…” she said, but I insisted.
“I’ll just carry them for you and you can put them back on at the top.”
She didn’t protest. Her feet felt just as soft as her hands. I was happy for the chance to touch her skin. Then I chastised myself, for letting her have that effect on me.
She followed me to the top of the stairs and then I handed her shoes back to her. I was tempted to bend down and put them on for her but I needed to exercise some self-control. I was the head of a billion dollar company and here I was feeling weak in the knees— and strong and hard in the cock— just after one touch of a woman’s foot. I had no idea what had gotten into me but I half loved it, half hated it.
Once she had her shoes back on, Stacy followed me into the building. I caught her glancing around at the artistic glass and gold structures.
Some of the men in the lobby caught wind of her presence and stared her down. It wasn’t until I gave them the death stare that they looked away. She was mine, and everyone— including Stacy— was going to learn that very soon.