by Amy Brent
It was just as wrong now as it had been then, and I was going to have to fight my cravings daily. I knew deep down that I’d not been able to refuse her because I wanted her and was as determined to have her as she had been back then to have me.
For a moment, I wondered if that had changed, but then I reminded myself that things had to stay strictly professional. I couldn’t have her. Ever.
“So where do you want me?” Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I narrowed my eyes.
“What did you say?” Where did I want her? On the desk, over the chair, on the floor, the couch? I could even take her to my private bathroom and put her over the sink, and then I could see the smile on my face as I stroked that sweet ass.
“I said, when do you want me here.” She looked up at me with those big blue eyes and my cheeks reddened.
“Of course. Let’s see. How about you come on Monday morning. That will give you tomorrow and the weekend to rest up, and I’ll see first thing. I’ll make sure the temp, Margaret, is around to train you and if you have any questions, you can always pop in on me and ask.” I had a feeling she’d be popping in a lot, and part of me hoped she would.
“Thank you.” She stepped closer again, and the feel of her close made me breathe in her scent. She still smelled the same. Like fresh rain and crisp, juicy apples. I wanted to take a bite. “You’ve always taken such good care of me, Mr. Porter.”
“It’s my pleasure. You’re a good friend to Lila. And I meant what I said; I’d like to give you a starting bonus, something to get you lined out on rent and give you a little peace of mind. You’ll work for it. I’ll make sure to keep you on your toes.” I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. This was Gemma, and I’d known her for too long not to feel responsible for her well-being.
Her grandmother had always been so eccentric that she’d taken off on the girl and I knew that she’d fit right in with Lila and me. I wondered what would have happened to her if she and Lila hadn’t met and shuddered to think of how she might have ended up. My protective nature kicked in, and I went to my desk to get my checkbook.
“How’s five thousand?” Her eyes widened.
“Thank you, Mr. Porter. I won’t let you down, I promise.” She came around the desk and took the check. Leaning in close, she hugged me and kissed my cheek.
As she left, and I looked down to my lap at the raging bulge tenting my pants, I wondered what I’d gotten myself into.
Chapter 6
Gemma
My morning couldn’t get any crazier as I left for my new commute down to Whitt’s office. Traffic was a mess, there was a run in my favorite stockings, and my coffee which I’d gone five minutes out of my way to get, tasted like it had been funneled through a gym shoe. I had deliberately dressed in my most revealing blouse and another tight skirt after noticing how he’d gawked at me last time.
I loved his eyes on me and hoped that taunting him would lead to more.
Once I arrived, I went into his office where his temp was waiting. She had a big smile for me as I walked into the room, but it quickly faded when she got a look at my top.
“Oh, I’m not sure Mr. Porter will approve of that blouse.” Margaret glanced at my breasts as if they were completely bared to the world instead of tucked into my exposed lace bra which was peeking out of the top.
“You think it’s a bit much?” I loved it, but she nodded and offered me a sweater.
I reluctantly put it on, and it didn’t do much to hide my assets. I didn’t have huge breasts, but what I did have, I loved to enhance, and I’d noticed Mr. Porter had appreciated it too.
I spent the next hour getting instruction, and though I thought the temp would stay with me, she gathered her purse. “If you have any questions, you just call, but really it’s a no brainer. Answer calls, make coffee, and wrangle the pop-ins.”
I pulled my chair toward the desk. “Pop-ins?” I wondered if he had many friends dropping by and about that time, Mr. Porter’s friend, who I had seen around the house a few times when I was much younger, came into the office.
She leaned down closer. “That would be one now,” whispered Margaret. Then she straightened and offered him a warm smile. “He hasn’t made it in.”
“He’s right behind me; I’ll wait.” The man stopped and held out his hand. “I’m Dax Fisher; you look familiar.”
“I’ve seen you at Mr. Porter’s house.”
His eyes narrowed. “I’m pretty sure I’d remember a gorgeous woman like yourself.”
Margaret opened the door to Mr. Porter’s office. “Feel free to take a seat. I’ll be heading out now, Gemma. Call if you need me.” She wasted no time heading out, and I glanced to Dax who loomed over me like a storm cloud, his eyes still shadowed as if he were trying to place me.
“Gemma does sound familiar; maybe we have met. I must have been drunk. Refresh my memory.”
“I was out by the pool; it was a sunny day.” I slipped my arms free of the sweater and let it fall around my waist. His eyes lingered around my breasts, and he raked a hand through his sandy brown hair and then scratched his stubbled chin.
“Now I know you’re pulling my leg. I’d remember that. You’re far too sexy to forget. Did you date Whitt?” He leaned up toward the desk.
My smile widened, and I felt the blush rise to my cheeks, but I just lifted a shoulder casually, knowing playing aloof would drive him crazy.
“I’m going to figure you out,” he warned playfully as the opened across the room and Whitt strolled in.
He looked at Dax and then at me and his eyes narrowed and grew darker as they burned on his friend. “I see you two are catching up.”
He gave me a wink. “So, she tells me that we have met before, but I can’t believe I don’t remember a gorgeous woman like her.”
Whitt’s tone grew acidic. “That’s because she was only seventeen when you saw her. She’s Lila’s best friend.”
Dax hopped off the desk and did a double-take. “No way. You’re the little ginger girl with the sweet—
He turned and looked over his shoulder at Whitt and shrugged. “I remember you now. Wow, you’re all grown up. How old are you now?”
“Still too young for you, Dax.” Whitt opened the door and pegged his friend with a hard glare, so Dax gave me a wink and ambled into the office. Whitt pulled the door to and walked to my desk where he stood beside me, looking down. I made sure to look him in the eye and smile, but his face was still dark, his features clouded.
“Gemma, I’d appreciate you covering up.” He pulled the sweater up behind me and pulled it over my shoulders.
I gave him a pouty look. “You don’t like my outfit? I chose the color because I knew it was your favorite and I wanted to thank you for the advance. I went shopping to buy some new things for work, and I really wanted you to like them.” I wiped my eye and sniffed, and his expression changed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Porter.”
“Gemma, you look beautiful. It’s just I don’t want men like Dax coming in here and undressing you with their eyes.” He patted my shoulder and rubbed the soft sweater.
“Do you think he was doing that?” I smiled and pretended to like the idea, and his eyes darkened again. I loved his protective nature, and it made me hot that he cared enough to be bothered.
“I expect professionalism, Gemma. I don’t need my men distracted with wanting to fuck you.” He turned and stormed to his office and slammed the door. I let out a soft giggle knowing he had hoped to shock me, but the only person I wanted to want me, was him.
An hour or so later, after untangling all of the paper clips in the drawer and sharpening pencils, which strangely had the names of different Las Vegas casinos, I looked down and noticed that the small tear in my stockings was worse. Dammit.
I stood up and kicked off my shoes, knowing no one had come into the office all morning, and reached up my skirt to pull off the thigh-high stockings. As soon as I was bent over, with my silky down to my knee and the one I’d already pulled of
f dangling from my hand, Dax came out of Whitt’s office.
“Pardon me, Gemma,” he said. I looked up to see him smiling and Whitt’s face burning with anger behind him.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Porter.” My face reddened, but I couldn’t help smile as Dax licked his lips. “I had a run in my stocking.” I held up the one with the run in it as Dax let loose a chuckle and headed out.
Mr. Porter crossed the room and held out his hand. I dropped the stockings in his hand, and he stuffed them into his pocket and leaned over me. “Gemma, Dax is my best friend. He’s a little rough on the ladies if you know what I mean, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I’m not interested in him,” I let my eyes burn on his and then after what seemed like a long moment of deliberation, he stepped back.
“Gemma, I think your new clothes are beautiful, but you should really tone it down. Clients might get the wrong idea if they come in here and you’re looking—if you come across too sexy.”
I kept my chin tucked, but net his eyes with a smirk playing around my lips. “You think I’m sexy, Mr. Porter?” I leaned in, putting my hands behind my back so that my chest stuck out and brushed against him.
He hissed a breath between his teeth and leaned close enough for me to kiss. “Behave, Gemma.” He turned and went to his office, and I followed.
“Margaret said that the plants needed to be watered.” I went to the bathroom off of his office and found the container she’d told me was left there to do the job and filled it in the sink.
“Thank you.” Whitt went to his chair and sat, and I carried the small watering can and took care of his plants, pulling away from the dead leaves and taking my time as he stared at his phone.
“How old is Dax?” I asked, making small talk that I knew would drive him crazy.
“Too old for you.”
“Why do you say that? I like older men. It’s the one thing Lila, and I have in common lately.” I knew the remark would get a rise and sure enough, he cleared his throat.
“What do you think of Daniel?”
I couldn’t help but grin. Lila’s boyfriend was gorgeous, and if I weren’t in love with her father, I’d be very jealous. “I don’t know. I think he’s sexy, charming, rich. He seems to treat Lila like a little princess. I think he reminds her of you.” His expression went blank, and he leaned back in his chair.
“Do you think I’ve been a horrible father? I mean, is she trying to compensate for something? Me not being around as much as I should be.” He put his hands up behind his head, and as I turned and looked across the room, I turned over a large ivy, spilling soil and leaf litter to the floor.
“I’m so clumsy.” I knelt down, feeling like a total klutz. “This sums up my first day.” I had so wanted to be amazing for him, to do everything right, and be his perfect little helper, but that had gone to shit quick. I looked down and rubbed my temples and tried to regain my composure.
“It’s fine.” I looked up to see he’d come over to help and he knelt down beside me gathering the crumpled leaves.
“No, please. I’ve got it.” I took the leaves from his hands, and he closed his around mine and looked into my eyes. For a brief moment, I thought he was going to kiss me, and my heart raced. Instead, he reached up and brushed a smudge of potting soil from my face.
“You can relax. You’re going to do fine here and fit in; when you tone it down.” He stood, and I stood to my knees in front of him. His pants were bulging in the front again, and I wanted so badly to reach and touch him. If he only knew how much I wanted him. He extended a hand and helped me up, and I took the leaf litter I’d gathered to the trash.
“I’ll get something for the rest.” I gestured to the crumbs of soil on the floor.
“No, the offices are vacuumed nightly. They’ll get it.” He plopped down in his seat and straightened his tie.
I walked to his desk and straightened the picture of Lila he kept on his desk, and the few others beside it. “Could I bring you some fresh coffee?” I wanted to keep busy and to be around him as much as possible. Sitting out at the desk all alone was not only boring but like torture. Who knew being his secretary would be so boring? I glanced down to see a smaller picture of Lila and me both, one we’d taken the day we graduated. The day we’d kissed. I’d never noticed it before, and it had been one of many other smaller snapshots he kept cluttered on his desk.
He saw me staring at the photo and got a strange look on his face. “Yes, fresh coffee is always welcome. Did Margaret happen to tell you how I like it?”
“Two sugars.” I glanced at the picture again and wondered if he had ever thought about it being the same day as our kiss. And if he had, did he ever wonder what might have been if he’d given me more than just one kiss?
I hurried off to get his coffee with the question burning in my brain.
Chapter 7
Whitt
My morning had been so busy with meetings that I’d had to pass on a trip to the gym with Dax, and he hadn’t thought it was funny when I told him that was his opportunity to score without me there to distract the ladies.
As I rode the elevator up to my office, I couldn’t help but wonder what Gemma had worn to work. She was by far the sexiest secretary I’d ever hired, and I wasn’t sure that was a good thing. I’d gotten into a relationship with one before and that had ended so rough that I had made a vow never to be with another secretary again. That’s about the time I’d moved on to the cook I’d hired at home, which proved even worse.
I’d tried to be a good boy and not bone the help for the past few years, and since that hot kiss, and all of my fantasies about Gemma, it was hard to be around her and not think about it.
I’d had to get Dax in line, who’d begged me for a chance to ask her out, promising he’d take it slow and wear a condom. The remarks had nearly gotten him punched, but I knew he’d done it just to goad me.
The elevator opened up to the hall outside my office, and when I opened the door, there was Gemma, bent over and halfway under her desk.
“Good morning. I dropped my pen, and I can’t seem to reach it. I think my top is a bit too tight.” She tugged up her sleeves up and got to her feet. “I’ll try to get it tomorrow.”
“I’ll get it.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of her sweet tits. As inappropriately as she dressed, I loved her confidence to wear it, and as she pulled herself up from the floor, I dropped to my knees and bent down, retrieving the pen which was in a bit of a tight spot. She offered her hand, and I stood, noticing how tight and short this particular skirt was, and the fact that she didn’t have panty lines. I could so easily push her against the desk and fuck her without even getting undressed, and I was beginning to wonder if that was her point.
“Here you go.” I handed her the pen, and she slipped it inside her shirt, tucking it in her cleavage. I let out a long breath and headed to my office where I had to go over some of the new property offers. The expansions were already costing me a fortune, and now the land owners wanted to play hardball. I’d been through the same thing every time and now considered the obstacle just another step in the process.
I glanced at Gemma’s picture and shifted in my seat. She’d looked particularly tasty today, and I wished I had an open office so I could see her. Because of her wardrobe, I considered rearranging and leaving my door open for a better view.
I took out her stocking, which I’d stuck down in my bottom desk drawer with the other where I kept my emergency stash of condoms and a finger vibe. Her perfume tickled my nose as I held it to my nose and I closed my eyes imagining myself between her legs, slipping those stockings down. My cock stayed hard in her presence, and I was beginning to have thoughts. Maybe if I fucked her and got I over with I’d stop being so tempted, but then again, I kind of liked the longing and how hot it made me look and not touch.
I got up and went into the bathroom, bringing the stocking with me. And I leaned back against the door and undid my belt. I hadn’t done this at work in
a while, and usually, I could control my urges, but I had to feel her against me.
I wrapped the silky stocking around my cock and rolled my hands at each end and held it tight, squeezing it. My head grew nice and red, like a ripe berry, and I rubbed the stocking up and down my shaft, the soft silk gliding with ease. A small tear wept at the tip, and I worked it faster, knowing it wouldn’t take long. Sure enough, I felt my release and stepped forward roping the bowl with the thick jets of my release. I cleaned up and walked out, still holding the stocking which I quickly returned to the drawer.
My mind felt clearer already, and when it was time to order lunch, I called her into my office with a plan. “I’m far too busy this morning to go out for lunch, but I thought you could order us something in and join me here?” A smile lit her eyes, and she nodded.
“What would you like?” She walked up to the desk and leaned on it like she did each time she came into my office. The other secretaries had all kept their distance, but not Gemma. She was always up close and personal, which had made my fantasies that much easier to imagine.
“You choose. I’m sure you’ve seen the menus in your desk. Find something you like and make it a double. My treat to celebrate your first days.”
“That’s so thoughtful, thank you.” She hurried to her desk and quickly returned with the menus. I’d assumed that she was going to order from her desk, but she grabbed the phone and dialed. She ordered us two steak sandwiches and asked for them to deliver and then she hung up the phone.
