Lachlan
I notice our new hire, Jenna, right away, but it’s not until almost a week later when I come back from lunch that I get a chance to talk to her. I’m driving back from my visit to one of our new plants about three hours away. I’m particularly proud of this one, because it’s gone up almost a year ahead of my own plans. Buchanan Manufacturing is growing at a rate not even I could have predicted. It feels damn good, and I roll down the roof on my convertible to let the sun shine down on me.
Even though I could have probably taken the day off, it’s not in my nature. I tend to work hard and play hard. I wouldn’t have succeeded or come as far as I have otherwise. A company is only as good as its leader, and if I slack off, it gives permission for the rest of my staff to do the same. That’s a lesson drilled into me by my grandfather, who climbed up from nothing into everything. I’ve listened to him talk since I was knee high, dreaming about becoming my own businessman while other children wanted to be ball players and astronauts.
As soon as I walk through the doors to the office, Jenna stands up. Lacy must be on her lunch. Her dark hair’s cascading down over her shoulders today, and I feel an appreciative twitch in my pants. I like it when a woman has hair long enough to really get my hands in, to pull back and run through.
“Mr. Buchanan,” she says, “a FedEx came for you.”
She turns around, and I’m treated to a fantastic view of her ass in that prim pencil skirt of hers that I saw her in on her first day. Even though I know that she’s the daughter of my office manager, I can’t help but appreciate that she’s got curves in all the right places. I want to pull down that zipper and see just what lies underneath. I know that society seems to prefer their woman thin, but a woman in my mind should be soft and feminine. Perfect for running my hands over, squeezing, sinking my hard cock into. I have to put the brakes on my thoughts right then and there, before my erection becomes obvious to everyone at work.
Jenna hands over the signed package, looking at me with those cornflower blue eyes that could stop a heart in its tracks. I’m sure that they have a time or two.
“There you go,” she says.
“Thanks Jenna,” I reply, and she blushes adorably. I’m used to having that effect on a woman, but I’m enjoying it more with her. I lean against the counter. “How’s your first week?”
“Oh it’s fantastic! I’m learning so much.”
“About plastics recycling?” I raise an eyebrow. “Surely it can’t be that interesting.”
“But it is,” she says. “I’ve always wanted to be an interior designer, making and creating things to put in homes, so this is really right up my alley. It’s amazing to watch how all of this gets made, and how much you can do these days to reuse materials.”
She’s refreshingly earnest, something that I haven’t seen in a long while in the women I sleep with. In fact, she has nothing in common with them, not the least of which is her age. I’m intrigued by her, and from the way Jenna’s cheeks are flushing, she is too. Not that I plan to sleep with her. No, I know better than to shit where I eat. I’m sure there have been rumors that I’ve dated a few of the women in my offices, but in truth I’ve never been tempted. Not until now.
“It is, isn’t it? In fact, I’m hoping that we’ll be landing a huge contract soon with Toys 2 Tots. They’re planning on opening up their in house line of baby accessories, and landing it could mean one of the biggest orders in our plant’s history. I think we’ve come a long way where recycled products are safe even for our most precious customers.”
Jenna’s eyes are wide open.
“That’s amazing,” she says. “Is that why you chose to base yourself in California where the regulations are so strict?”
“Exactly,” I say, surprised that she knows about this. “Some people think it’s a pain in the ass, but I believe that a higher standard can only be to our advantage.”
I hold up the package.
“And hopefully Toys 2 Tots thinks so too.”
“Me too,” she says with a shy smile. “Well, have a good day, sir.”
And damn if her calling me sir doesn’t give me a full on boner. I hurry through to my private office, not stopping to talk to anyone like I usually do. Having Jenna in at my work is going to be a problem, one I have no idea how to solve. Actually, scratch that, I do know how to solve it. The only question is, would it be worth the risk?
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Once I let myself consider the possibility of fucking Jenna, my brain can’t stop. I have to jerk off every morning and night just to keep myself under control. Her laugh, the way she tosses her hair, even a glance from those piercing blue eyes is enough to make me hard as a rock. I’m finding myself distracted in my meetings, my calls, practically every minute of my day. I leave the office more often just so I could have a reason to walk by when she’s subbing for Lacy at lunch.
I think about calling her into my office, making her close the door, and pushing her against it. I’d rip off every one of those buttons on her shirt, suck her breast through the thin bra, swirling my tongue over her peaked nipples. My cock stiffens under my desk, as I imagine myself licking up her delicious skin, tormenting her with pleasure as I switch from one breast to another. I want to hear her moan my name as I nip those sensitive buds, whimper for me as I suck each tit into my hot mouth. And then that gasp, that breathy sigh as my hand lifts up her skirt, parting her dripping wet thighs to her center…
“Mr. Buchanan?”
Oh shit. It’s HR, with a stack of papers for me to sign off on the new hires. I quickly do, trying to keep my mind off the boner in my pants. It’s quite frankly, getting out of control, and I need to get this shit out of my system.
And if it wasn’t for her father, Frank, I would have.
I’m at a complete loss as to why the man hates me. Granted, we have different ways of doing things, but he’s not inherently a terrible manager, and I don’t think I give the guy that hard a time. We’ve had our disagreements in the past over how to run the office, but you’d think that he’d have found a new job by now if he was so unhappy with me. But the man’s still here, almost eight years later. I have no reason to fire him, nor do I have a desire to. The man’s well-liked by the rest of the staff. But sleeping with his daughter… that could complicate things much further than necessary.
Of course, I don’t remember any of that as soon as I see her in the break room one afternoon.
It’s been a long day, with back to back meetings, and a flurry of calls that run over, pushing back my work like a stack of dominoes. I know that I’ll have to stay at least an hour or two late, so I figure I should get some coffee before I power through it all. As soon as I walk in, I see Jenna over by the sink, washing up. She’s got in this tight blue sweater, and her long hair is pulled up into a tight bun. My fingers twitch to pull the clip out, let her hair tumble down around her. It’s not part of her job, but I’ve noticed that she does more than her share. I can appreciate that value in anyone, but especially in her. I head towards her, reaching just above her to grab a mug. I can smell the strawberry shampoo in her hair, the warmth of her body next to mine.
“Excuse me,” I say.
“Mr. Buchanan,” she says in surprise. “What are you doing here? I thought that you would be done for the day.”
“Busy day at work. I’ve got to stay late to catch up. Why haven’t you left work?”
“My car’s in the garage and my dad’s busy with something on the floor, so I’m just waiting for a ride home. I thought I’d get some studying done,” she says, waving her hand towards the table, where a notebook and some pens have been set out. So that’s what she’s been doing during her lunch breaks.
“You’re still in college?”
“I’m just finishing up third year.”
I do some quick calculations in my head. She’s only twenty, maybe twenty-one. Even more reason to stay away. I watch as she bites her lip, lost in thought. I wonder what they taste like, how they’d feel, and I put down my mug. When she releases her pink lip, I can’t look away. I shouldn’t, I know I shouldn’t, but I’m drawn towards her.
I take a step forward, tilt her head up to me, and I kiss her without a second thought. Our mouths crash together, and she stiffens in surprise before melting into my arms. I can feel that lush body against my cock, hot and soft and better than I could have imagined. My tongue sweeps against her, and she opens up her lips for me. She’s sweet, like honey, and I commit the taste to memory. There’s a tiny sigh, and I pull her even closer to me, our tongues coming together. She’s so good that I lose myself to it all. Her hands move over my suit jacket, and I’m overcome with the need to have them on my bare skin. She’s making my cock painfully hard, and I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want Jenna now.
“Jesus, you taste good,” I mutter.
If you had asked me what I was thinking, I’d have to tell you that I wasn’t. In fact, the only thing in my mind right now is if I could manage to peel that prim cardigan off her before her father decides to show up. My cock is throbbing in my trousers, and I want her. Now. Dirty and fast.
“Sir?” she stutters when we part for air.
“Call me Lachlan,” I say roughly, and I kiss her again.