“Do you know why I summoned you here?” Grant asked with a piercing gaze casting out from his eyes.
“If this is about my Code of Conduct, I’m so sorry… It totally slipped my mind…” Bianca said, her throat seizing with anxiety.
Bianca was beginning to panic, crumbling under the heavy weight of Grant Peterson’s stare.
“Oh, no… Not at all…” Grant began as he motioned for Bianca to have a seat in front of his desk. “No worries there…” said Grant. He sounded so relaxed, so nonchalant.
“Oh, okay…” Bianca replied. Phew, she thought. She wondered if the relief showed on her face. But what then could he want? Maybe Sab was right. Maybe this is about the position that would be open after Agnes retired next week.
“The reason why I called you to my office is to discuss our company’s email and communication policy with you,” Grant said as he cast a charged look over the desk at Bianca. “Miss Dean, are you familiar with it?”
Oh, fuck, Bianca thought as she gulped down air.
“I am. Yes…” Bianca replied a bit too quickly. A smile tugged at the corner of the Vice President’s mouth when he saw the trepidation in her eyes.
He rifled through a few papers on his desk.
“Our email and communications corporate policy advises that we, Delagamo Imports, monitor all emails and communications that are sent internally and externally.”
“Okay,” Bianca relied, her anxiety upticking with each passing second. She was sweating bullets, but Grant Peterson appeared to be cool as a cucumber as he went forth with his line of questioning.
“This includes instant message notifications through Microsoft Lync.”
No. Oh, God no.
Grant continued, “I have here a conversation that you had with another colleague, and the contents of which I find to be very interesting.”
Bianca’s brown eyes went wide. She knew it would be a conversation with Sabine, and that was bad news altogether. Sabine had no filter, and truth be told, Bianca’s filter became non-existent in all conversations with her.
“Could you please read the contents of this page to yourself and then read the highlighted excerpt aloud?” Grant asked. He wore the expression one might see on a child who was trying very hard to be serious, when they were actually hiding a particularly naughty secret. Perhaps he was.
“Uh sure…” replied Bianca calmly, even though she could list about a million horrific things she’d rather do. Like set myself on fire, or jam razor blades under my fingernails. This is torture.
Her eyes perused the paper and she immediately remembered the conversation. Her heart quickened as she reached the highlighted portion.
Kill me now.
“Please read the highlighted segment now,” said Grant with an expectant look written upon his face.
Call me crazy, but Grant Peterman looks amused at my embarrassment! Bianca thought. Bianca, though, decidedly looked like she was about to lose her lunch.
“Sabine asked me if I watched the Academy Awards. I told her ‘Gag me. I can’t stand that crap.’”
Grant chuckled. “Yeah, I’m not a fan either. Continue…”
“Sabine expressed her adoration of Channing Tatum and she couldn’t believe that I didn’t find him attractive.”
“I hear you there. He’s totally not my type,” joked Grant facetiously.
Bianca couldn’t help but laugh. Despite her nerves, his charm was melting away at her stress.
“Continue Miss Dean…” he pressed, urging her to continue reading from the paper.
“Sabine said that I have no type, at which I insisted I did,” Bianca explained.
“And she said what?” Grant asked, trying hard to stifle the smile that was threatening to grow from the corners of his mouth.
Bianca closed her eyes as her cheeks blushed. After a few seconds she opened her eyes again to find the Vice President staring at her with a muted smirk curling up from his lips.
“I’m so embarrassed,” said Bianca, blushing still.
“No reason to be embarrassed,” Grant said as she shrugged his shoulders. “As long as you meant what you said… Now read it aloud. Don’t keep me waiting.”
“Sabine said I had a type,” Bianca explained. “The Mr. CEO type.”
“Interesting…” Grant said as his smile intensified.
Bianca sheepishly continued, “At which I replied that Grant Peterman, III was a fine specimen of a man.”
Just shoot me. Right here on the spot.
“You’re paraphrasing… There is a key piece of information that you are leaving out…” Grant pressed, knowing that he had already crossed over the line of professional propriety.
Bianca let out a small nervous laugh. Tapping her perfectly manicured fingertip upon her lips three times, she thought about her words before she went on.
“That I wouldn’t mind getting a piece of that…”
“Mmm….” Grant said in an almost moan. “Now tell, me, Miss Dean… What did Sabine reply?”
“She said don’t go having an orgasm…”
Grant ran his tongue over his teeth. He couldn’t hide his arousal. Bianca’s heart beat faster when she saw that the CEO wasn’t mad, but actually intrigued by the idea.
“Now tell me the part that I most want to hear…”
“I replied that I would save my orgasm for Mr. CEO…”
Grant leaned back in his executive chair with his arms resting behind his head. A broad smile grew across his face as he took in Bianca’s shy expression. She didn’t look embarrassed anymore, but curious. She was wondering where he was taking this.
“I’ll take it,” said Grant confidently.
“I’m sorry?” asked Bianca, unsure if she heard him correctly.
“Your orgasm. I’ll take it.”
Bianca gasped. She was taken aback by how bold he was. He was a take charge kind of man, and she loved that about him.
“You will?”
“Right now. Now come stand by me, I want to get a better look at you.”
“I bet you charm the pants off of all the girls who work here…”
“I’ve lived a life of abstinence since divorcing my wife.”
Bianca looked surprised.
“Most woman are not willing to give me what I require, anyhow. And you have caught my attention.”
“I have?”
“Most certainly. You’re like a fine wine waiting for me to drink you down. Now do as I say and come here.”
Bianca rose from her chair as she smoothed down her dress. With a saucy smirk on her face, she approached his desk, running her red nails along the hard surface of his desk.
“I’ve been watching you for a while now…” admitted Grant.
“You have, Sir?”
“Oh, yes. For the last year or so… And this was just the information I needed to make my move. Now did you mean what you said?”
Bianca smirked shyly at Grant.
“Of course I did…”
Grant reached for Bianca’s hand as he remained seated in his chair. He tilted his head and drank in the curves of Bianca’s body. He was thirsty for more. He longed to see what Bianca’s knit dress was concealing from him. He pulled her closer to him, their eyes connecting as electric seemed to pulse through their touch. Every nerve in Bianca’s body was a live wire. She was desperate for his touch.
His gaze pulled her closer as his hands slid up her dress. Feeling the smooth surface of her thighs, his passion intensified, hardly able to keep his desire hidden anymore. Bianca allowed him to pull her on top of him, sitting on his lap as her legs straddled his chair. His throbbing dick pulsed against his linen pants, yearning to plunge into the deepest part of her.
Bianca wrapped her arms around the man she dreamt about for the better part of a decade. He was finally within her reach. Bianca reached up to gently stroke Grant’s face, but before she could he grasped her wrist tightly.
“You must ask permission first.”
&
nbsp; “Sir, may I touch you?”
“I love when you call me Sir… Now where would you like to touch me?”
“Everywhere…”
“I don’t know… I have to see if you pass my final interview test…” Grant said as he pulled Bianca’s dress over her head.
He smoothed his large hands over her taut stomach and graced over her ample breasts that spilled over her leopard print bra. Her round curves drove him mad. He squeezed her breasts firmly as Bianca tilted her head backwards in pleasure. Grant moved his hands south, taking care to cover every inch of her body with his touch. He unhooked her garter belt and released her thigh highs, smoothing them down her long legs, every inch driving him more and more over the edge. He lifted her leg and kissed her knee and moved down closer and closer to her feet. His tongue swirled against the surface of her skin causing the heat in her core to intensify. Her panties were so wet from his touch. One by one, he removed her stilettos and tossed them carefully to the side.
“I want you to sit on my desk and spread your long legs,” he said as he remained in his chair. “Sit your luscious ass right here on my desk. I need to see all of you.”
He began to rifle through his desk drawers again.
“All of me?”
Grant grabbed a pair of scissors out of his desk and Bianca looked at him nervously. Grant stood up from his chair and removed his suit jacket. He rubbed his fingers over her lips as he licked his own. Grabbing her by the neck he took her kiss, their tongues dancing in an erotic tango. Bianca felt his hard dick pressing in on her thigh, and her eyes rolled back in anticipation.
“Bianca, I need to see if you taste as delicious as you look.”
Her breath was taken away. Before she could catch it, Grant had removed her strapless bra and was flicking his tongue against her nipples. Every few seconds he alternated nipples, as if he couldn’t decide which he desired more. Bianca began to moan in pleasure, and Grant brought his finger to his mouth indicating the need for silence. She did as she was told. Although she had quieted, Grant knew she would start again once he began to devour his afternoon snack.
He removed his silver tie from his neck and wrapped it around Bianca’s head. She bit down on the silky surface of the tie as Grant tied it tightly around her neck. Now she couldn’t make any noise if she tried.
“Now, if you scream, no one will know but me…”
“Sir…” Bianca tried to say, but it came out muffled.
Grant smirked at Bianca’s attempt to speak.
“No, no… beautiful. I’m the boss in here, and that is against my rules.”
Grant grabbed his scissors off his desk and reached for the apex of Bianca’s thighs. Her eyes rolled back from Grant’s relentless seduction. Pulling on the side of Bianca’s thong, Grant snipped the string, and then again on the other side. He would only need to pull the loose material down to reveal her most secret place. The very place he would ravage again and again.
“Never wear panties in my office again… I will simply cut them off. I want to think of you all day long with no panties on. I get hard just thinking about it. You must text me every time you think of me. And you must never pleasure yourself. Your orgasm is mine. You said so yourself. Now, Miss Jeff… It is time to devour what is mine.”
He pulled down the white material that covered the part that Grant desired most. Her panties were soaking wet from Grant’s seductive interview. Sitting back down in his executive chair, he pulled in to his desk, admiring the beautiful woman that laid splayed out before him, desperate for his touch. Grasping her thighs he pulled her pussy into his face as she moaned in ecstasy. He flicked her clit with his tongue as he dipped his tongue in and out of her, causing her to moan loudly, even with his tie in her mouth. Her body yearned for his tongue and as he finally tipped her over the edge, he backed her off ever so slightly.
“Oh, yes… You’ll do just fine.”
Bianca began to scream with passion.
“What darling? I can’t understand you with that muzzle…”
“Sir!”
“Did you say Sir?”
“Yes, Sir!”
Grant removed the muzzle from her mouth.
“Yes, darling?”
“Fuck me, please…”
“Are you forgetting something?”
“Sir, fuck me please?”
“How bad do you want it?”
“More than anything…”
“Only if you agree to come back tomorrow…”
“I’ll come back every day. Fuck me, Sir…”
“If you insist.”
Bianca sat up sitting spread eagle on the desk displaying her erotic figure for Grant to enjoy.
“May I help, Sir...?” she asked innocently.
“You may…”
Bianca reached for his belt and worked fast to unhook it. She needed him inside her now. She had never been driven to such a sexual frenzy before. As his pants fell to the floor, her mouth began to water at his rock hard dick which stood at attention, just waiting to enthrall her. Before she could go any further, Grant lifted Bianca off the desk and pushed her up against the wall. He plunged inside her, reaching the deepest part of her desire, pumping against her with an intensity like no other.
Holy shit…
Grant laid Bianca down on the floor as he straddled over her.
“You will come back. Every day between 1 and 3, and any other time I request you. This is just the beginning.”
“Won’t people talk?”
“Let them fucking talk. You’re mine. All mine.”
Chapter Three
Bianca sauntered down the long hallway from Grant’s office, her mind reeling from what had just occurred. She ran into the nearest ladies’ room, her heart aflutter and her loins aflame. She made a dash to the vanity mirror as she took a good look at herself in the mirror. She felt like a completely different woman. She had always thought she was ordinary; the girl next door. She had boyfriends in the past, but none that set her thoughts on fire like Grant. She glanced at her dark curly hair which was tousled from being handled by her gentleman’s touch. Bianca’s cheeks flushed rose from the attention he lavished up on her and her lips were swollen from the intensity of his kiss.
What the fuck just happened?
Bianca returned to her desk feeling subconscious with her panties on. She pulled down her dress hoping no one caught sight of her goods as she walked through the halls of the corporate office building. The moment she had returned to her workspace, her boss Jim Murdoch came out of his office in search of her.
“Bianca… Can I see you for a moment?”
Good grief. What now?
“Sure,” said Bianca wondering why she was so popular today.
She took a seat in his office, crossing her legs carefully. She didn’t want to give the old man a heart attack.
“So, I hear congratulations are in order…”
“Oh?” said Bianca sounding surprised.
“I just received a call from Mr. Peterman… You’re being promoted to Executive Assistance. You will replace Mr. Peterman’s assistant when she retires next week.”
“That is excellent news!”
“He called to inform me that your training begins tomorrow. He wants to see you every day between one and three.”
“Thank you, Mr. Murdoch…”
“Good luck…”
When Bianca returned to her desk, her phone was ringing. She noticed that she had three missed calls since she had left for the “meeting.”
“Hi Sabine,” Bianca said cheerfully as she picked up her phone.
“What the hell is going on?! Don’t keep me hanging!”
Bianca started to laugh at her overly concerned friend.
“I actually just got back.”
“A whole two hours?!”
“Mmmhmm….”
“So, what’s going on?!”
“Drinks at Bellagio’s at 7. I’ll give you all the dirt then…”
Chapt
er Four
“You’re fucking the CEO?!” Sabine said a bit too loudly as Bianca looked nervously around the bar.
A couple of cute thirty-something guys dressed in suits turned around and winked at Bianca and Sabine, hoping to get some action of their own.
“God, shut up! You make is sound so dirty!” said Bianca with a shy smirk on her face.
“Dude… You did the nasty on the CEO’s desk. It’s scandalous! I fucking love it!”
“You can’t tell anyone!”
“I won’t! There goes your epic dry spell…”
“I know… nine months since I broke up with Tyler.”
“Are you going to keep seeing him?”
“Well, yeah… Considering he hired me as his assistant… I have another two hour meeting with him tomorrow.”
“Really?!”
Bianca shook her head, barely able to contain her excitement.
“He likes you!”
“Oh, please… It’s just sex.”
“You sure about that?”
“A CEO banging his assistant? Yeah, I’m pretty sure…”
“Oh, my God! I need details the second you get out of his office!”
“I just hope his ex doesn’t walk in on us.”
“Cruella De’vil… Yeah, that might throw a wrench in romper time…”
“Yeah… I heard that she’s a total psycho.”
“I heard she’s a closet lesbian.”
“Work just got a whole lot more interesting…”
“Cheers to that,” said Sabine, as she held up her glass of wine.
Chapter Five
Bianca had been working for two months when a delivery man walked into the executive suite with a large box.
“Delivery for Ms. Dean…” said a delivery man dressed in a brown uniform. He held a long box in his hands.
“For me?”
“Is your name Bianca Dean?”
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