I almost don’t mind working late these days. Almost.

This deal is still driving me fucking crazy, but there’s a certain cleaner hanging around the office at night who’s captured my attention.

I still can’t quite believe what happened last night. She told me off. I’m usually subtle when staring at women, but I guess I’d been a little too obvious with her. Still, I’ve never been scolded for having a wandering eye. For a few moments, it looked like all my fantasies about fucking the cleaner were going to remain as just that—fantasies.

But I had a suspicion there might be more to it. How right I was.

She was putting on an act and she almost had me fooled. Unfortunately for her, the body is not a great liar. When I ran my fingers over her skirt, I could feel the heat emanating from between her legs. I nearly demanded she take her panties off there and then, but I didn’t want to risk scaring her off.

Tonight will be the test. If she’s not wearing any panties then I’ll know for sure.

I need to know one way or the other, because she’s consuming my every thought. I’ve got enough fucking work to do without thinking about fucking the cleaner all the time. Being busy at work usually keeps my mind away from other distractions; not this time. I had to crack one out before bed last night and then again in the shower this morning.

There’s a knock on my office door and my cock stirs awake until I realize it’s still the morning and it won’t be Kara on the other side of the door.

“Come in,” I yell out.

Heather walks in slowly, unable to move at normal human speed on those fucking heels she insists on wearing.

“We have a couple of new client engagement letters for you to sign,” Heather says, placing the papers down on my desk. She hands me a pen and leans over the table to show me where to sign while also giving me a good view of her cleavage.

She’s been trying to fuck me since she started six months ago. I wouldn’t have hired her in the first place, but John insists on dealing with the hiring of staff. He thought he was doing me a favor by recruiting such a voluptuous set of assets to be my secretary, however she’s been a pain in the ass from the moment she arrived.

“That everything?” I ask, after signing the papers and doing my best to avoid looking down her top. I don’t like the girl, but I’m only human.

“Yes, Sir,” she replies. “Would you like me to stay late tonight?”

“No, why?”

“I noticed you’ve been working late and thought you might like some help.”

“It’s nothing you can’t deal with in the morning.”

“Well, maybe you’d like some company then. It can’t be nice working her all by yourself.”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? If you get tense, I give a great—”

“I said, I’m fine. If there’s nothing else for me to sign, you can leave.”

She exhales dramatically and storms out the room as best she can while staying upright on those heels.

I don’t have the time or patience to deal with a fucking moody secretary right now. I can either fuck her to cheer her up, or get rid of her. Easy decision.

John deals with most of the HR crap, so I tell him to give Heather a different job in a way that doesn’t land me in a sexual harassment law suit.

John replies to my email almost immediately. You want me to sort out a replacement?

I type ‘yes’ and I’m about to hit send when my finger pauses over the mouse. There is one woman I’d like to see around a little more often. I delete the message and ask to see Kara’s resume instead.

Even though I’m not actively involved with recruitment, I still see resumes all the time from desperate attorneys trying to land jobs. They all look the same for the most part; law schools teach lawyers to do things in a very particular way and that includes job hunting.

Kara’s resume looks… different.

She went to college which initially takes me by surprise, until I remember that it’s damn near impossible to get a graduate level job out of college these days. Still, she has a decent GPA and went to a good school. It’s a little weird for her to be a contract cleaner.

Judging by the dates, Kara worked a couple of jobs while in college which makes her high GPA all the more impressive.

But there’s a gap. Just over a year. Gaps in resumes are always a bad sign. This one comes after college and before she started the cleaning job. I can’t imagine she spent time in prison, which is a common reason for a gap on the resume. Maybe she was just looking for a graduate job and then gave up looking. It doesn’t matter.

I reply to John’s email and ask him to contact Kara. It’s about time I gave her a hard time in my office.

* * *

“Come in.”

Kara walks into my office doing her best to look confident even though I can tell she’s nervous. She looks radiant under the sunlight steaming into my office. This is the first time I’ve seen her in natural daylight and she looks even more beautiful than usual.

She’s wearing a wrap-around dress that looks like it would open with one quick tug of the strap. It’s also loose enough that I could pull it up to her waist and fuck her on the desk. Damn, having Kara around during the day is going to be distracting. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea. Oh well, it’s too late now.

“I’ve been looking at your resume,” I say, when the silence has dragged on a little too long. “Why are you a cleaner?”

“Because I enjoy cleaning toilets,” she snaps back. “There’s nothing I enjoy more than getting down on my knees and scrubbing a toilet bowl. It’s immensely satisfying.”

I smile. I like Kara’s feisty side. “Fair enough. What I meant was, why a cleaner and not something else? You could get a better paying job if you wanted one.”

“Tell that to all the hiring managers who never so much as respond to the job applications I send out. I’m either over-qualified or under-qualified.”

That sounds believable enough, and yet I’m convinced she’s lying, or at least leaving something out. Still, we all have our little secrets.

“I want you to work here,” I say.

“I already work here.”

“No, I mean I want you to work for me.”

Kara frowns. “What do you want me to do?”

Now there’s a loaded question. Deep breaths, Damon.

“I need a secretary urgently and I think you’d be just the woman for the job.”

“In other words, you want to boss me around all day?”

I shrug. “I like to give orders and, unless I’m very much mistaken, you like to receive them.” I lean forward on the desk. Kara flinches as if scared of me. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing. “How would you feel about being at my beck and call every day? You’d have to come when I say. Would you like that?”

Kara looks around the room quickly before looking me in the eyes with a passion that I’m desperate to uncover.

“No,” she says firmly.

“No?”

“I’d rather be a cleaner.”

Well, fuck. Think, Damon. “Uh, there might be a bit of a problem on that front.”

“What kind of problem?”

“I’ve fired your cleaning company,” I lie. “You’ll probably get an email soon saying that there’s no work for you here tonight.”

“Why? Please don’t tell me you did that just so I’ll work as your secretary?”

“When I want something, I get it. You’d do well to remember that.”

Kara sighs loudly and shakes her head. “Fine. You’ve not left me much choice.”

“Good. Go see John. He’ll get you sorted.”

I stare at Kara’s ass as she storms out of my office. I’m going to get that view multiple times a day now, although that might be all I get. I didn’t exactly do myself any favors by pretending to fire her previous employer.

I quickly jump out of my chair and watch Kara walk down the hall.

Totally worth it.