“Really you found someone?” I say sitting up straighter.
“Technically you found her.” He shuts my door throwing the file on my desk.
I open the file, looking at sketch after sketch.
The drawings are a bit rough, but they are fresh, with clean lines with a few little tweaks to make them more sensual they are exactly what I am looking for.
“Where did you get these?”
He grins at me like the cat with the canary.
“Richard enough suspense tell me.” I say pounding my fist on the desk.
“Isobel.”
“Isobel what?”
Richard rolls his eyes “Don’t be dense Sabrina. Your assistant Isobel.”
I sit there in stunned silence hoping that I hadn’t heard him correctly.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, I am serious didn’t you read her resume she went to design school graduated at the top of her class.”
“I didn’t hire her Penny did.”
“Where is she? I don’t see her out there.”
“Well…. I might have snapped at her and she ran out of here.”
“Really Sabrina we need her! She is our best chance at revenge against Jenny at fashion week as well as having clean fresh lines for future collections.”
“You know what you need to do.” He says looking me straight in the eye.
“Grovel.” I sigh standing from my desk.
“Good luck. Don’t sleep with her Sabrina. She is a good girl.”
“I won’t she is too good for me.”
Richard nods and leaves my office; I grab my purse striding out of the office.
“Richard found us a designer for the spring line, I have to go get her back.”
I don’t stop to let them ask questions, I don’t think that today is sample day and I should be here that Layla is going to kill me when she finds out I walked out on sample day.
I turn around and point to my two assistants “You two handle sample day. Tell them I had an emergency.”
They nod wide eyed and I turn around striding back out of the office. I have to convince her to come back she is the only chance I have of a successful fashion week. I haven’t seen talent like hers in…. well ever. She is sweet, loyal and talented.
“I will not sleep with her; I will not sleep with her.” It is the mantra that I repeat in my head over and over as I get in my car and drive to her apartment.
Chapter 8:
Isobel
I know the cabby is looking at me as if I am a crazy person. I started sobbing as soon as I jumped into his cab. I don’t know if I am fired or not but there is no way I can face Sabrina after what just happened. I will sell the apartment and move to California find a new job there start from scratch. If I am able to ever become a designer ever which I don’t think I have a chance at now I am going to have to see her at events on the east coast.
What am I saying there is no way I am going to accomplish my dream now that I have offended one of the most prestigious women in the business? I continue to cry and avoid the eyes of the Cabby as I watch my dreams go up in flames.
I throw money at the cabby climbing out of the cab and running up the steps and into my building. I am going to barricade myself in my apartment for a few days and then I will figure out what to do from there. I am resilient I will figure out something.
****
A knock at my door pulls me out of my one-woman pity party. I go to the door going up on my toes to see through the peephole. Sabrina stands there with a bottle of wine and some takeout. It feels like this might be her way of apologizing. I wipe my sweaty palms on my leggings, take a deep breath and open the door.
“We need to talk.” She says barreling through the door into my apartment.
“Come on in.” I say shutting the door and turning to her.
“First of all, how do you afford this place on what I pay you?”
I quirk one eyebrow “I am not sure how that is any of your business but my parents died when I turned 18, they willed me this apartment and the money they left me was just enough to pay it off, pay for design school and start my brother in college.”
Her face turns red, a part of me is glad that she is embarrassed. She can’t go around barging into people’s homes and demanding answers to personal questions.
“Sorry that was out of line I feel like everything I do when it comes to you is out of line.”
“It’s ok.” I say folding my arms waiting for her to tell me why she is here.
“Richard showed me your sketches Isobel.”
I feel my legs go numb. I am glad that I was leaning against the couch because I sit with a thump.
“I shouldn’t have shown them to him, but he asked about my dress after the coffee incident I told him I made it and he wanted to see my portfolio.
She drops her things on the counter coming to sit across from me in the chair across from the couch. She grabs my hands they burn when she touches me. I swear I can feel it all the way to my core.
“No, you have the wrong idea. I am not mad I am here to offer you an opportunity.”
“What kind of opportunity?”
“I want to take your designs tweak them a bit, then use them for the spring line at NY fashion week.”
“What?” Did she just say what I think she said? I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming. An hour ago, I thought that my life was over my dreams dashed but here she sits in front of me wanting to give me the opportunity of a lifetime.
“You would have to work with another designer you are still rough around the edges. They need a little polish a little sensuality to work for Bella Flore’ but the raw talent is there. I hope if you agree this will be the first of many lines you do for my company.”
I cross my arms over my chest “I don’t want another designer I can make the designs more sensual, edgier if you want.”
She sighs “You would still be the designer of record you just need someone with a little experience to help bring it in to focus a little bit.”
“Only if you do it. I will allow you to help me with the designs.”
She stares at me for a moment. I stare back my face like stone. She might be able to play the ice queen, but I have more backbone when it comes to my work then I do in other areas of my life.
She looks away “Fine, I will help you.”
“Now tell me more about what you mean you want them to be more sensual.” I say.
“I want them to be sexier. I want women to feel confident when they wear them to own their sexuality.”
I blush a bit. “I have a confession I have never had sex.”
Her eyebrows disappear into her hairline.
“You are joking.”
I shake my head “I just never found the right woman. I know what sexy looks like but not how it feels I have tried to design more daring outfits but there is just something missing from them.”
I stand up going over to the desk in the corner pulling out the sketches I didn’t include in the portfolio. I hand them to her.
“See what I mean they are beautiful but that little something is missing from them.”
She looks down at them and nods “Yes I see what you mean. There is only one thing to do.”
“What is that?” I ask.
“You need to get some experience.”
“You mean sex?”
“Yes, you need to find a woman and experience it. That is an assignment from your boss.”
“You want me to have a one-night stand?”
“Or get into a relationship it doesn’t matter to me just have sex and then submit the drawings to me.”
She stands up and strides to the door opening it and looking back at me one last time. I see something different in her eyes I think it might be lust, but I don’t think someone that looks like her would want someone like me. She would want beautiful sensual experienced women not someone who didn’t come out until after her parents had passed away because she w
as afraid what they would think. I have always thought that if the accident hadn’t happened, I would have told them eventually.
“Get cracking on the drawing, and the assignment.” She says then leaves. A smile crosses my lips as a plan forms in my mind. I hope that I am bold enough to put it into action. Sabrina might get to help me in more ways than one.
Chapter 9:
Sabrina
I run out of her apartment like a scalded cat. She has no idea what the idea of her virginity does to me. It makes me so hot that it was all I could do not to attack her right there on that couch. To give her the experience she needs to pour into her designs. She is right there on the cusp of being great. A part of me hurts to think that she might take me up on her homework and go out to a club to get a partner. I know that I shouldn’t sleep with her I promised Layla, but I want her so bad. I am no good for her relationships are not my thing. That girl has hearts and stars in her eyes she is made for monogamy.
*****
“What has your panties in a twist?” Layla asks as I storm into her apartment.
“I am in need of an intervention.” She smirks at me standing up from the couch to pour me a glass of wine.
“What kind of intervention.”
“I am attracted to Isobel.”
Layla rolls her eyes as she hands me the wine sitting back on the couch. I take the chair across from her and take a big gulp from my glass.
“Not again we talked about this Sabrina, no more sleeping with the staff. Look what kind of a mess that got us into the last time.”
“I know, but I went to her house today she is our new designer by the way. She showed Richard her sketches, he was so impressed he brought them to me. She has so much raw talent, she wants me to help her make them more sensual.”
“Ok so help her but don’t sleep with her.” Layla says as if it is that easy.
“Layla! It’s not that easy. Have you seen her she is gorgeous, and she told me she was virgin tonight?” I fan myself with my hand making her laugh.
“You are the last person that should be deflowering someone. She is going to have hearts in her eyes after that and we both know you don’t do relationships.”
I stare at into my glass. She is right I don’t do relationships but something about this feels different. It feels as if I have actual feelings for her. Yes, she is hot, sexy and her innocence makes me burn but I also want her to be happy, to hear her opinions to just be with her.
“It’s more than that. You have feelings for her.”
I laugh and even to my ears it sounds fake. “How could I have feelings for her Layla we just met.”
“Sometimes it just happens. If you sleep with her it will cause complications. If she is as good as you say she is what about the risk to your line?”
“Isobel isn’t Jenny she wouldn’t run out on me like that.” I say sharply. My eyes widen and so do Layla’s.
“Whoa sister you have it bad. I think you have finally found a woman that will go through you not the other way around.”
“Just know that if you decide to sleep with her there might be consequences. This time I want an ironclad contract in place protecting the business and an agreement to a sexual relationship between the two of you and HR.”
“You said I couldn’t sleep with her.”
Layla’s face is suddenly serious “If you really do feel for her the way I think you do then I am not going to get in the way.”
“I’m scared Layla.”
Layla gives me a sad smile “That is how you know it’s the real thing.
Chapter 10:
Isobel
I eat the Chinese and drink some wine after Sabrina leaves. I need something to show her tomorrow before I enact my plan. I close my eyes sitting at my desk and imagine what it would be like to be with her. To take off her clothes and run my hands and lips over her beautiful body. I feel my body start to throb and move to the couch. I lay down thinking about Sabrina. Imagining her touching my breasts her tongue sliding through my slick folds, holding my hips as she licks my clit until I am screaming out my orgasm. My hand finds its way to breasts that feel full and achy. I have worked myself before it is nothing new to me and I start the familiar rhythm. I pinch my nipples moaning as I imagine Sabrina’s mouth on them. My hand runs down my belly flicking my clit imagining her tongue flicking out and tasting my swollen bud. I start to writhe on the couch as I dip my fingers between my folds and into my body. I gasp as I imagine looking into her eyes as she fingers me her face in my clit. I explode all over my fingers. I let my body come down, clean up and sit at my desk. I start sketching I know that these designs won’t be perfect but as I sketch smoother lines and tucked in waists, I know that this is closer to what she is looking for. Once I enact my plan, I know that my designs will be exactly what she is looking for. The thought of taking Sabrina to bed brings a smile to my face the virgin seducing the experienced woman. I hoped that I hadn’t read her look from earlier wrong because I needed her to quench the throbbing in my core, my hand was all well and good, but I needed to feel her lips and hands on me.
*****
I wipe my sweaty hands on my skirt. I can do this. I might not have ever had sex before, but I think I can handle a seduction. I knock on her office door take a deep breath and walk in.
She looks up from her computer I can feel my heartbeat start to quicken. She is so beautiful and sexy I am not sure this plan is going to work.
“Isobel do you have the new sketches for me?”
I nod and walk over to her desk putting a little sway in my hips. I am not wearing a bra, my breast jiggle. I smile as her eye is drawn to them. I watch as she forcefully brings her eyes back to my face.
“Yes, here they are.” I set them on her desk sitting in the chair across from her. I am wearing tall fuck me heels with a tight short dress in siren red. I sit crossing my legs the dress inches up my legs. Her eyes heat as she watches the hemline of the dress inch up my thighs.
“Did you complete the homework I asked you to do?”
I cock my head to the side as if I am thinking. “After a fashion.”
She opens the folder looks at my designs then up at me. These are much better but not quite at the mark.
I nod this is going exactly like a planned. I wiggle out of the chair leaning over the desk so that the top of the dress gapes giving her a view of my naked breasts. My core is throbbing with need I squeeze my legs together to try to relieve some of the pressure. My tongue flicks out licking my lips painted siren’s red.
“I didn’t find a one-night stand Sabrina.” I say my voice husky.
Her eyes are on fire as she tries to keep her gaze on my face. She fails looking down into my dress. My nipples harden at her gaze.
“Then you found someone to date?” Her voice is raspy. I give her a feral grin I am winning.
“No, I thought of you. I lay on my couch thought of you touching me, licking me, eating me out and I made myself cum to that image. I then drew these sketches for you.”
She sits back in her chair crossing her legs. From this angle I can see her thigh muscles straining as she clenches them trying to relieve the pressure in her own core.
I wiggle my way around the desk until I am standing between her thighs. She doesn’t move just looks up at me with lust in her eyes.
“I want you to teach me. I want your hands on me Sabrina no one else’s.”
“You will have to sign paperwork with the company, sign a contract that you won’t take off with the designs if it doesn’t work out.”
I lean down until my lips are inches from hers. “I am not Jenny.”
She looks at my lips, then at my face.
“I don’t want to hurt you Isobel I am not the forever type.”
“I inch closer my breath feathering her lips. You don’t know that you have never met a woman like me.”
I see the tether on herself control break she grabs my hips pulling me into her lap. I straddle her pressing my lips to her
s grinding my hips into hers trying to get rid of this ache in my core.
Her hands are in my hair her mouth slanting over mine. My body is on fire I need this woman like I need my next breath.
A knock on the door stops my movements.
“Sabrina are you ready for our meeting?” Someone says through the door.
She pulls her mouth from mine breathing hard.
She takes two slow breaths.
“I will be right there Layla?” She calls out. I marvel at how calm her voice sounds.
She turns back to me the fire in her eyes making my panties wet.
“The forms will be in your inbox in an hour. Sign them. I will text you my address come to my place 7 sharp wear this dress, those heels and nothing else.
She presses her mouth to mine once more. I climb off of her standing in her office as she strides out to her meeting. She takes one more look at me then shuts the door giving me the privacy that I need to get myself together.
Chapter 11:
Sabrina
I walk out of my office and to the conference room taking a stop in the bathroom to make sure I don’t look like I was just making out with Isobel in my office. The face in the mirror is cool calm and collected showing none of the passion that I felt just a moment ago. She might be a virgin, but she has moves. I had no chance. Her kisses were innocent and unsophisticated, but she tasted so sweet I had no choice but to give in. I shoot an email off to legal and one to HR to ready the paperwork. It is unromantic and I know that Isobel isn’t Jenny, but I need to protect myself. I learn from my mistakes. I look in the mirror again. I look happy. I don’t know if I was ever happy with Jenny. The sex was great it was more than great it was fantastic but outside of the bedroom Jenny was manipulative sulky and jealous in a word a headache. Isobel is nothing like that and I meant what I told Layla she isn’t just a conquest I can actually see myself dating her. It is a first for me a scary prospect.
I walk out of the bathroom into the meeting. I have no idea how I am going to keep my head in the game until 7 all I can think about is Isobel’s sweet body underneath mine.
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