Donut Overthink It

by Shantel Tessier

  Leave, Hadley …

  The sound of his zipper slowly moving has my breathing hitched. He kicks off his black shoes, and then his slacks fall to the floor like his shirt.

  He stands in a pair of black fitted boxers, and the outline of his cock makes my mouth water. Fuck me! He has a dick to go with that attitude.

  He places his fingers in the waistband, and I hold my breath ready to see him pull them down … and then a blaring noise sounds from behind me, down the hall.

  “What the …?” The blonde sits up quickly and closes her legs.

  I yank myself away from the door, slamming my back against the hallway wall. Heart pounding. The annoying noise comes again, and I take off in a mad dash toward my office, realizing that the noise is my cell phone ringing.

  I run into my office and reach over my desk to grab my phone. I silence it when I see it’s my best friend, Andrea.

  “Shit!” I say, bowing my head as my hand goes to my heaving chest.

  “Miss Burns!”

  I jump, dropping my phone, when I hear his voice. My eyes fixate on my office phone, his voice coming from my intercom.

  Closing my eyes, I try to will my heart to stop pounding. “Yes, Mr. Kyle?” I ask and hate how shaky my voice is.

  I remove my finger from the button, and the silence that follows makes me think he is maybe on his way to my office. To fire me. To tell me to pack my shit and get the fuck out for being such a perverted freak!

  Fuck!

  What was I thinking?

  “I want to see you in my office first thing in the morning,” he says, and I cringe at how stern his voice is. No longer rough. But I know he’s still standing there with his clothes off. Is she on her knees …?

  “Yes, sir,” I all but whimper and then clear my throat. Quit having sexual thoughts about your boss!

  I stand there, waiting for him to say something else—to dismiss me in any way—but seconds later, I hear his office door slamming shut, and I realize that was my sign. He was giving all his attention back to her.

  I grab my phone and purse and haul ass out of there. The work I still had be damned!

  “Miss Burns?”

  I blink a few times as I come back to reality. That was over two months ago, and we never had that meeting the following morning. Something came up, and he was out of the office. We never spoke of it, and I’m not even sure if he knew I saw anything. I’ve been too afraid to ask, and he’s never mentioned it.

  “Miss Burns?” he snaps.

  “Yes, sir?” I ask, shaking my head.

  “What is wrong with you today?” he demands. “Do I need to send you home …?”

  “No, sir.” I fake a yawn when his blue eyes bore into mine. “Just a long night.”

  He snorts, not believing the lie, but drops it. He picks up the papers on the corner of his desk. “I need these done by lunch,” he says, placing them in my arms.

  I fumble, trying not to drop them since I’m holding my tea in my left hand. My right hand has officially gone numb from my heavy purse hanging from it, cutting off the circulation.

  “Noon, sir?” My mouth falls open.

  “Did I stutter?” he asks, looking down at me with narrowed eyes.

  My jaw tightens. He’s such a wealthy, successful prick! I’m his seventh assistant in the past five months. I heard that Marcy, the one before me, only lasted three hours before she ran out crying and already dialing her therapist number.

  “I will have these done for you.”

  He pulls his cell out of his pocket and sends a quick text. I blow a few loose strands from my face as I try to juggle everything. If I didn’t need this job so much, I would tell him to go to hell and quit. I needed a job and went through a temp agency. As my luck would have it, I got him as a boss. “You have court in an hour, sir—”

  “I’m on my way,” he says again, interrupting me as he often does. “Call Louise and let him know I’m ready.” I nod as he passes me. I get a whiff of his cologne, and I inhale it. He smells so good too. Damn, the man smells delicious. Why are all the hot guys such asses? “And Miss Burns?”

  “Yes, Mr. Kyle?” I ask, spinning around too fast to face him at the door, and causing the top papers to slide off the stack in my arms while my hair whips me in the face.

  He stares at the papers now scattered on his rug for a few seconds and then back at me.

  He’s not gonna help me pick them up.

  I try to blow away the hairs sticking to my lip gloss, but it doesn’t work. “Pull your hair up. And find a pair of pumps. We have a dress code for a reason. And not to mention, it looks unprofessional.” Then he walks out.

  I walk out behind him and make my way down to my office. I drop off the papers, my tea, and quickly call Louise, his driver. I drop my purse on top of my desk before going back to retrieve the rest of the papers scattered on his office floor. I sit down back in my office and open the envelopes sitting on my desk

  AIDEN

  “Mr. Kyle. Your brother is on line one …”

  “Tell him to call my cell,” I say to Millie, the receptionist at the front desk. “I’m on my way to the courthouse.” She nods and sits back down.

  “Hey, Aiden?” Harris, a partner here at the firm and my father’s best friend, calls to me when he spots me walking toward the elevator.

  I raise my hand. “Can’t talk right now, Harris.” He frowns but doesn’t try to continue the conversation.

  My cell rings in the pocket of my suit jacket, and I answer when I see it’s Asher, my twin brother. “What?” I ask in greeting.

  “Where are you?” he demands.

  “The office.”

  “What the fuck, Aiden? We have court …”

  “I know.” I catch sight of Miss Burns walking down the hall from her office to the front desk. Her hands now clear of all the papers I had handed her.

  “Good morning, Millie,” she says with a big smile on her face, then like a fucking tease, she leans over the side of the desk. Her white pencil skirt isn’t slutty, by any means, but it shows off everything I want to see. The slit up the back showcases her lean legs covered in sheer black material, and I’ve wondered ever since she started if they’re thigh high or pantyhose.

  “Good morning, Hadley. What may I do for you?” Millie asks her.

  “I need a hair tie. Do you have one by any chance?” she asks, biting her bottom lip nervously. She knows I’ll be pissed if her hair isn’t up when I arrive back at the office. And the sad part is that I love it down. She always wears it up in a nice tight bun, but right now, her blond hair is down and flows over her back. It honestly looks like she just rolled out of bed with that freshly fucked look. My jaw tightens at the fact that a man was with her last night while I only got to dream about her.

  “Yes, ma’am, I do,” she says, picking her purse up off the floor.

  “Oh, Millie, you’re a lifesaver,” she says, wearing that big smile on her face.

  And then as if she feels my eyes on her, she turns her head to the left, and her eyes meet mine. That big smile drops off her face, her beautiful blue eyes narrow, and she straightens herself. My eyes sweep over the way her skirt hugs her round ass and thin waist. She now wears a pair of black pumps with a silver heel, and I have images of that being the only thing she wears while she bends over my desk.

  “Aiden?” I hear my brother’s voice on the other end, but I ignore it, continuing to look at her shamelessly.

  “Here you go,” Millie says, holding up what she had asked for.

  She finally pulls her eyes away from me and gives her a warm smile like they’re best fucking friends. “Thank you.” And then she turns, giving me her back, and walks off, shaking her ass back and forth before slamming her office door shut.

  Fuck, I’ve got to find a way to wipe that bitch look off her face.

  “Aiden?” my brother snaps again.

  “I’ll be there in thirty,” I growl, and then hang up the phone just as the elevator doors sl
ide open. I pocket my cell and get in, knowing that when I get back, she better be ready—I’m gonna chew her ass off ’cause I know she won’t have those papers done in time. It’s impossible.

  I know I’m a prick. You don’t go through as many employees as I have ’cause you’re a nice guy. I’m strict, and I like things in order. People are sloppy and only do shit when it is convenient for them, but she’s different. She’s a great secretary, always doing what I demand of her, but her downfall is her looks. I know that isn’t her fault, but it doesn’t make it any easier. I’ve had a hard-on for her since the first day I saw her.

  I storm out of my office and up to Millie’s desk. Slamming the papers down on the black wood, I demand, “What happened to Marcy? She isn’t answering my phone calls.”

  She looks up at me, straightening her oversized red-rimmed glasses but still squints. I swear she’s as blind as a bat. The woman is in her fifties, and sometimes also hard of hearing. “She quit …”

  “When?” I snap.

  “Last week.”

  How did I miss that? It’s Wednesday.

  I run a hand through my hair and let out a long breath. “Well, get me a replacement …”

  “I have, sir. The agency has sent someone new. Hadley Burns. She arrived today.” She smiles, nodding her head to me as if convincing me this one will be any different. Doubtful. “She’s in her office …”

  Finished with this conversation, I pick up my papers and head toward the end of the hall where I know Marcy had been previously.

  I shove the door open without even knocking, and a petite blonde stands with her back to me, bent over her desk.

  “Shit!” she hisses to herself, unaware that I just entered the office.

  I open my mouth to say something but stop myself when she bends over even further, pressing her ass out, and my brows rise.

  She starts yanking Kleenex out of a box in front of her and then begins to pat down her desk. “So stupid …”

  I look down at her black high heels that are a little too tall for the office. They look like the kind I’d have a woman wear to bed for me. Heels tall enough for me to wrap my fists around as I hold them above her head. My eyes run up her thin legs to her round ass. The dark gray dress has a small slit up the back—very professional—but I hate that it hides so much from me. The room smells of cherries, and it has me taking a deep breath.

  “What was I thinking …?” She continues to chastise herself as my eyes refuse to look away from her ass.

  My cock hardens when her ass shakes back and forth, and I adjust my slacks. I clear my throat, unable to stand here and watch her bend over in front of me anymore.

  She stands upright and spins around. Beautiful blue eyes as big as saucers meet mine. Pretty plump lips painted dark pink part. “I’m sorry …”

  My cock presses against my suddenly tight slacks.

  “Mr. Kyle,” I inform her.

  She clears her throat, and her eyes dart to her door behind me. “Mr. Kyle … I’m so sorry,” she says in a rush. “I spilled my coffee everywhere …” She gestures down at the top of her dress, and the gray material is even darker due to the liquid covering it. She starts to wipe it frantically, and my already hard cock throbs when I notice just how big her tits are under the material. It’s not low cut by any means, but nothing can hide those monsters. I’ve always been a breast man, and dear God, hers look the perfect size.

  “Miss Burns!” I snap when she continues to rub her tits with the napkin.

  “I apologize.”

  “I need these to be logged,” I say, lifting the papers in my right hand, needing out of this damn office. This can’t be happening. She can’t work for me.

  Her eyes lift to meet mine. “Absolutely.”

  I almost roll my eyes at her eagerness. I give her one week, and she’ll be running out of here like the rest of them before her.

  Turning, she grabs a box I just notice off her desk. She opens it and smiles brightly. “I stopped and got donuts for the office.”

  I just give her a blank expression. “I don’t eat donuts.”

  “Oh.” Her smile falls.

  “I would like a hot tea from Tea Time along with a scone from Margaret’s. I have a ten o’clock meeting with my brother that you will need to attend and take notes for me ...” I pause as she just looks at me wide-eyed with those pretty pink lips parted. “Are you going to write this down?” I ask. She spins around, bending over her fucking desk once again, and sets the box of donuts down to locate something to write with. She knocks over a cup that holds the pens, and she curses herself once more as she leans over farther, kicking her right foot up to reach for a pen before it rolls off the desk. A growl forms deep in my throat as the gray material stretches against her ass. And I can’t help but notice she has no underwear line. She’s either wearing a thong or nothing at all. My eyes drop to the bottom of her skirt, and I imagine grabbing that slit and ripping it apart.

  “Okay,” she says, standing and turning to face me. Immediately, she starts to scribble stuff down on a notebook pad. “Tea from Tea Time, scone from Margie’s…”

  “Margaret’s.”

  “And a meeting with your brother at ten. Anything else?” She looks up at me with a big nervous smile on her face, and all I can think about is her bending over again. Or shoving her to her knees and her smiling up at me for another reason.

  “Yes.” I gesture to the mess that still covers her desk. “Clean that up, Miss Burns. I expect you to keep your work area tidy.” Then I turn around and walk out the door, slamming it behind me.

  Every day, she wears these outfits that make my head spin and cock hard. She always has this smile on her face. The one she gave me in her office that first day didn’t last long. By the second week, she got tired of pretending to be nice. She realized I was a heartless prick, and I realized I couldn’t fuck her ’cause she was good at her job. It’s gone downhill ever since.

  I wanna see her lying on my bed as she begs me to fuck her. Voice rough and pussy soaked. I wanna hear her moan my name. I wanna know what it would feel like to kiss her thighs. To fuck her tits. I fucking want her in every imaginable way, and it’s put me in a bad fucking mood. Not like I needed help with that.

  I know it’s not her fault. It’s mine. I don’t know what it is about her that drives me so insane. Why her?

  That pisses me off to the point I want to punch a wall. But I can’t change my attitude no matter how hard I try.

  I make her work late hours and get here earlier than anyone else—well, when she’s not late—and she does it without argument. Like a fucking little slave. If she wants to be so accommodating, I can think of several other ways she can serve me. But I don’t want her to quit and sue me for sexual harassment.

  I actually laugh out loud at that thought. The man next to me in the elevator looks over at me with concern. “Funny joke,” I say, pointing at my head. Her try to sue me? I laugh again. I’m an attorney. A criminal defense attorney but an attorney nonetheless. She could try to take me to court, but she wouldn’t get far.

  But that’s all hypothetical ’cause I’m gonna wait it out. She’ll quit eventually. She has to.

  _____________

  Two hours later, I’m walking out of the courtroom when I see a man who my brother, Asher, and I graduated with. Some would even say he’s my friend.

  “Hey, Trent.” I reach out and shake his hand. “How are things going?”

  “Good. Really good,” he says, then laughs nervously. I frown. He looks at Asher as he walks out of the courtroom behind me and joins us. “Do you have a moment?” His eyes move back to mine. “I would like to speak to you privately.”

  I nod. “Of course.”

  My brother slaps me on the back. “I’ll see you back at the office.”

  “There’s a coffee shop next door—”

  “That would be great,” he interrupts me.

  We make our way outside and next door. After placing our orders, we
sit at a small table.

  “What’s on your mind, Trent?” I ask, taking a sip of my coffee and leaning back in my chair. My body relaxes now that I’m out of the office and away from Hadley.

  He fixes his already straight tie. “I, uh …” He lets out a long breath. “When was the last time you spoke to Evelyn?” he asks.

  My frown deepens. He knows I talk to her all the time. She’s the only woman in my life who is a constant. “This morning. She was taking Olivia to school.”

  He nods. I place my forearms on the table and lean forward. “Is everything okay with the two of you? Did something happen …?”

  “No, no, no. Nothing like that.” He waves a hand in the air, but I don’t believe him. “It’s just. I wanna … God, I didn’t think this would be that hard to say.” He lets out a long breath. “I wanna take our relationship to the next level.”

  I arch a brow. “What do you mean next level? What’s left? You guys live together.” He and his girlfriend have been living together for eight years now.

  He lifts his hands and rubs them together nervously before reaching into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He pulls out a white velvet box, and my eyes widen in surprise when he opens it. “I wanna marry her.”

  I stare down at the yellow oval diamond before my eyes meet his again. “I’m ready, Aiden. I’m ready to start a family. Well, we have Olivia, but I want more. You know?”

  I slowly lean back in my chair as I rub a hand over my unshaven face. More? I’ve never wanted more with a woman. Not by choice anyway. But Trent and Evelyn have been together for almost nine years, so I can see where they feel it’s time to take that next step. “How does she feel about this?” I ask.

  He closes the box and places it back in his suit pocket. “I haven’t told her. I want it to be a surprise.”

  “She hates surprises,” I remind him.

  “I know.” He sighs heavily. “But I want to do it right. I want to propose …”

  “What aren’t you telling me, Trent?” There’s more to this story. Why push for marriage all of a sudden?