“We have three candidates for this position. And you want me to pick the one with the least amount of experience? On what planet are you living exactly?” Connor McDougal was my company’s right hand man, but I’d cut that right hand off if it was going to tank my company.

“Come on Oli, you’re being way too uptight. Emily Fey graduated summa cum laude from Harvard Business School. The woman is obviously smart.”

“I don’t need smart, I need dependable.”

A shallow knock on the door jolted us from our heated conversation. “Come on in!” I turned my back to face the floor to ceiling windows that peeked out on to San Francisco bay. Immediately, a fragrant aroma swept up through my nostrils.

Honeysuckle and roses.

“Did I interrupt something?” Light hearted silky-smooth timbre that coated my eardrums.

Emily Fey.

I turned around to get a look at her.

“Ah, here’s our star candidate. Nice to see you Emily.” Connor waltz over to the woman, grabbing her hand briskly and giving it a good shake. He had the same look in his eyes that I did.

I could tell.

It was hard not to have that reaction to her. She was beautiful.

Just one look at her and I had to turn my eyes away from her before they betrayed my brain.

Long tanned legs, hips that curved like an hourglass and long wavy brown hair that flowed behind her back like a cape. Damn. She was a stunner.

And she just so happened to be my daughters best friend.

“You must be Mr. McDougal. It’s nice to meet you! I got the message from you that I should meet you in Mr. Bradston’s office to grab my hiring papers. Here I am!”

Fucking McDougal…I knew he would take this into his own hands. Is it so hard to remember that I’m the boss. And I do the hiring?

“Well, well…this is a pleasant surprise to me. Emily Fey. Long time no see.” I walked over to her trying not to gape too much at her sexy body. The last time I saw her, she was a freshman in college on the same dance team as my daughter Sarah. Her innocent face, tanned skin slick with sweat from dancing too damn hard, wavy brunette hair that draped along her slender neck.

She rattled some urge inside of me back then. But I dispelled those thoughts almost immediately.

But now she was out of Harvard and much more than a fucking cock tease to say the least.

And this is exactly why I didn’t want to hire her. Little miss Emily was bound to stir things up around here.

Connor knew as well as I did that having Emily in the office would be way too much trouble. We ran a successful stock trading and investment empire; we really didn’t need this kind of daily distraction.

Again, to make things even more troublesome, Emily was Sarah’s best friend and that was “hell no” zone. Like, I wasn’t even going to go into detail about just how wrong that was. There were two other candidates that were much more qualified than her anyway. But Connor, my “right hand” seemed to call the shot on this one.

Without my approval.

“Mr. Bradston, thanks so much for taking a chance on me. I promise I’ll live up to Bradston Investments’ amazing name.” She shook my hand with jubilance and bounced ever so slightly where she stood, her perfect round tits bouncing just a bit beneath her white blouse. My eyes quickly focused on her hazel eyes, flashing up to them in record time.

Oliver, get it together dammit.

“I’m sure you’ll fit right in Emily. Welcome to the family. Since you’ve already met Connor, how about I show you to your office?”

“Sure thing, I’d love to check it out.”

She led herself out of my office and I walked behind her.

The way her gray pencil skirt hugged her curves was enough to do me in right then and there. Sashaying down the hall her Louboutin’s, I had to clear my throat to ease some of my tension. This was already going downhill fast.

“On the right side of the hall here is where you’ll be. My office is two doors down, so if you ever need anything I’m not too far.” I decided to give her the second nicest office in the building. With a quaint view of the Golden Gate, natural light peered in calmly through the room. Hopefully it would keep her inside and not outside poisoning my good senses.

“I’ve already got a project that needs working on for you. Consider it kind of like your first test.” Emily turned around, her smile bright and endearing. Not the usual expression I got around here when I handed out projects. But I’d take it.

“Getting right to work huh? I like that. It’ll give me a chance to prove myself early on.”

She was also certainly an ambitious one.

“The documents you’ll need are on my desk. I expect you’ll show me what Harvard taught you about economics?”

She pouted her bottom lip slightly, nibbling on it gently with her teeth. There was a slight promiscuity in her eyes. I knew I wasn’t imagining it. A longing kind of gaze that was too dangerous for words. She was single handedly making me think things that I definitely should not be thinking. Not only was Emily my daughters best friend, she was twenty four years younger than me. If I got anywhere near her, there would be no way I could stop myself from plunging deep inside her tight little body.

Full stop Oliver. Full. Fucking. Stop.

“I’m sure I’ll impress you. Hard working runs through my blood.” With a slight wink, she walked around the empty office to take it in. I watched her movements and thought about just how I would reign myself in.

She was young, attractive, and basically my new protégé. This was going to be the ultimate test in self- control. And though I was well versed in that department, every hero has his kryptonite.

“While you’re doing that, I’m going to head down to my office and grab the documents you’ll need to get started. We have some pretty big clients to handle this quarter, so I’ll run you through the expectations.”

When I walked out of that empty office it was like a collective weight flew off my shoulders. She was suffocating me in there with her smoking body. It was questionable just how long I would last like this.

Grabbing a large stack of papers from my desk, I walked back down the hall and bumped into Connor.

“I’m gonna kill you when I get the chance you bastard.” I punched his shoulder jokingly and he laughed out as quietly as he could.

“She’s fucking hot, isn’t she? This office is about to get a lot more interesting.” His shit eating grin was making me want to slap his face, but I didn’t have the patience for tousling with my old friend and business partner. Those days were long gone as far as I was concerned.

“Listen Connor, focus on the job. Alright you sleaze?” He nodded his head trying mightily to hold in his laughter and walked away towards the elevator. With that guys’ clowning around all this time, I don’t know how we managed to build the company we did.

I trusted Connor like family.

We’d already been through hell and high water and came out on top. The company needed someone like him.

Trustworthy.

I was sure Emily at least had that bullet point checked off.

I walked back into Emily’s office with papers in hand and as soon as I stepped through the door, that suffocating heat came over me again. This was pretty damn strange. I never had a woman make me feel like I was walking into a sauna just looking at her.

Yeah, self-control was bound to fly out the window at this rate.

“Here’s what you’ll need for your project. I’d take the time to explain things to you, but a Harvard grad can hold her own, right?” I placed the large stack of papers on her desk.

“That’s right Mr. Bradston. Save yourself some time. I’ll find my way through the documents.”

She didn’t seem the least bit fazed by the sheer volume of documents that towered on her desk.

“Good, that’s exactly what I want to hear. If you need me, I’ll be down the hall.”

“By the way sir, it’s great to see you after all of this time. Last time we met I was a Harvard freshy!”

“It’s good to see you too Emily.” Giving her a firm smile I walked towards the door.

Once again, I was reminded that this was my daughters best friend I was dealing with. I left the office that was smothering with her effortless sex appeal.

I spent the rest of the day in my office, staring into my IMac and crunching client numbers. Being the largest stock trading company in the country was taxing, pun intended. But not without its merits.

Oceanside estate and billion dollar net worth to name a few. But still I never took it for granted. Hard work came first above all, and strict adherence to my motto: “Take shit from no one”.

After finishing all of the work for the day, I gathered my briefcase. I made it a habit to always be the first one in and last one out. Checking the building, there was a peep of anyone in sight. Right. 10:30 at night. Not too many people were hanging around at this time aside from Mr. CEO himself. I headed out of the company building and out to my Porsche.

I drove down Highway 1 in the dark of night to my estate off of the Pacific coast.

Walking inside, I trekked to my suite in the west wing of the estate. My head was all over the place. I definitely did not expect to see Emily at the tower today.

There was no doubt in my mind that this thing with her was going to become a very big problem. All throughout the day I couldn’t stop thinking about her fine body, or her beautiful big eyes, or her…her everything. She was already becoming a poison to me and she wasn’t even doing anything at all. At least, I didn’t think she was.

Now don’t get me wrong, in my line of work I’ve had my fair share of models and heiresses to gaze at, casually fuck, and move on. But Emily was something more. She was a battle not yet conquered. Young, smart and nauseatingly sexy.

Unbuttoning my blazer didn’t seem to ease any of the tension that built up in me throughout the day. I had a whole different kind of tension in my slacks that was reaching its breaking point.

My cock was hard.

Like railroad spike steel hard.

For a second I thought about gripping it tight and giving it a few good pumps since the images of Emily didn’t seem to ease up in my head. The thirst had been building up inside of me all day and I was more than ready to release it.

But I didn’t.

I didn’t need this shit getting any more serious than it obviously already was.

I walked up to the west wing of my estate where the master bathroom was, and flicked on a piping hot shower.

My muscles were tense and my focus was all over the place. And in a lot of wrong places.

Yeah, this was certainly becoming dangerous.