Boss's Intern: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Arlo Arrow

  I suddenly feel weak at the knees thinking about going to Liam’s house tonight.

  Maybe this is just a ruse to get me into bed with him… He does seem like a real player, the type that sleeps with a ton of women. I mean, who could resist him, anyway?

  No, there’s no way he’s actually interested in me like that. I’m sure he goes out with the most gorgeous women in Philadelphia. I’m just a college girl to him, just an intern.

  But… you know never know, right? And that’s what makes me so nervous—the mere possibility that something might happen.

  A sleek black car pulls up slowly. I watch it winding through the campus driveway on which there are no other cars. A few heads turn here and there. It’s unusual to see a car like this, clearly one meant for some rich businessman. The president of the university doesn’t even drive a car like this.

  The car glides silently to a stop right next to me. The driver’s window rolls down. A well-dressed chauffer is behind the wheel.

  He tips his hat to me in an old fashioned way. “Ms. Scarsdale?”

  “Hi,” I say.

  He gets out of the driver’s seat to open the back door for me. I can’t remember the last time someone opened a door for me.

  He gets back in, and we’re off. The car glides through campus. It’s strange to see the campus from the back seat of such a fancy car.

  The seats are insanely comfortable, some sort of super soft leather. There’s a TV screen here in the back and a mini bar, with all the most expensive top shelf liquors.

  The driver pulls expertly into the city traffic. He never seems to miss a beat. He just drives silently, his eyes always on the road.

  The drive isn’t long. Before I know it, we’re pulling up a driveway to a huge fancy house. I think we’re somewhere in the Mount Airy neighborhood, one of the spots in West Philly with the most money. The university president lives here, for instance.

  I realize that I’m holding my breath. I’m insanely nervous. It’s not just Liam, but the situation, with the car, the fancy house, everything. I’m not used to this kind of luxury. I’m used to a super cramped dorm room that I share with Emma, a dorm room that’s been in use since the 1960s, completely unchanged and smelling mildly like feet. No matter what we do to try to get rid of it, there’s always that old foot smell. It was there when we moved in and there’s nothing we can do about it.

  The driver stops the car, gets out, and opens the door for me.

  “Mr. Horns is expecting you,” he says. “He instructed me that you’re to go right in.”

  “Thanks,” I say.

  The house is huge and while it’s fancy, it’s a little foreboding.

  The chauffer told me to walk right in, didn’t he?

  I stand at the fancy wooden door with a colored border and ponder what I should do. I’ve never been told just to go right into someone’s house before.

  Should I?

  I reach out with my fist, ready to knock anyway. But then I think better of it, and put my hand down to my side.

  I don’t want to come across as too… prudish or reserved or something. Or maybe he’ll think I can’t follow directions well.

  Whatever I think about Liam, I know that I need to impress him in the professional sense. I need to put my attraction to him aside, and I need to remember that I’m working for him. It’s actually hard to get that out of my mind. I’m his intern. And his recommendation could mean everything. It could affect my future employment opportunities after college.

  So in the interest of maintaining a good professional record, I push the door open. I push the door open to one of the richest men in Philadelphia. And I walk right into his house.

  What I see next, I’m certainly not expecting. Not in the least bit.

  Chapter 6

  Liam

  “Oh!” she says, covering her mouth and dropping some of her school books.

  She’s wearing tight yoga leggings and a t-shirt, the way so many college girls do. But they look better on her than on anyone else I’ve ever seen. They really show her curves.

  My cock starts to stiffen in my gym shorts.

  They’re the only thing I’m wearing. I’ve just been lifting weights, after all. So I’m shirtless.

  “Did I startle you?” I say.

  “I… I just wasn’t expecting to see you… without your shirt on.”

  I laugh. “I was lifting. A shirt just gets in the way.”

  I can’t help but notice how her gaze seems to settle on my abs and my pecs.

  I move over and help her pick up her books. Her body brushes against me as she bends down, and my cock stiffens some more.

  “I’ll go throw on a shirt,” I say. “Make yourself at home.” I gesture to one of the couches in the living room that is adjacent to the entranceway.

  “OK,” she says, blushing. She looks nervous as hell.

  “You get here fine?” I say, as my cock starts to get really rock hard. It’s probably quite visible in my thin shorts. I don’t look, but I see her looking conspicuously down at my bulge. She averts her eyes quickly and blushes even harder. Hey, it’s a natural reaction, right? I can’t help it if her body turns me on.

  “Yeah,” she says.

  “Good,” I say, smirking at her.

  I walk into the kitchen where I have a t-shirt on the table and I put it on as I walk back into the living room. This gives her plenty of opportunity to check out my abs again. After all, I know she loves them.

  “So,” I say, flopping down on the couch cattycorner to her. “Thanks for coming over.”

  “Sure,” she says. She places her hands in her laps, folding them. She looks impossibly cute and innocent and sexy doing this. “You said there was some kind of scandal?”

  “Yeah,” I say. “My lawyer just told me about it. Apparently I missed it. So, first of all, I may be quite a bit older than you are, but in the world of CEOs, especially mutual fund CEOs, I’m considered something of a young upstart.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. And they’ve printed an article about me. Apparently, I’m a person of interest to the media now.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “Let’s just say that I’ve had a very active… love life. And apparently these photographers have been following me around, taking pictures of me with various women.”

  “Oh,” she says.

  I can’t read the expression on her face.

  “So, anyway, this doesn’t really involve you. Or, it shouldn’t involve you. But unfortunately, now that I’m in the media spotlight, they’re going to be following me around more, hoping that they’ll catch me with someone else. And since it’s known at the company that you’re my personal intern, well, I thought you should know. That way you can be prepared for anything that comes up.”

  She nods. “I’m sorry, but I don’t really understand what this has to do with me, though.”

  “Well,” I say. “They’re going to think that I’m having an affair with you.”

  “Oh,” she says, blushing. “But, me? I mean, I don’t think I’d seem like a likely candidate.”

  I chuckle at her naiveté.

  “Trust me,” I say. “You’re just the kind of woman I would go for if I were looking for something like that.”

  “Me?” she says, blushing even more.

  “Of course,” I say, looking her up and down quite obviously. “You’re gorgeous. You’re got curves like I’ve never seen.”

  That’s apparently too much for her. Too much of a compliment. And she starts laughing nervously. But the nervous laughter quickly turns into some kind of chocking fit.

  I move over next to her, my leg pressed against hers. Just thin fabric separates our bodies.

  I pat her hard on the back, helping her breathe better.

  “Thanks,” she says, turning her head to look up at me.

  “You OK?” I say.

  “Yeah,” she says. “Sorry about that. I don’t know what happened.”

 
“It’s fine,” I say. “Don’t worry.”

  Her hair falls down one side of her face, framing it beautifully. I want to reach out and touch her hair. I want to push it back from her face and kiss her. I want to devour her mouth. I want to put my hands on her breasts.

  My cock has never been harder.

  I want to push her down on the couch. I want to pull off her pants in a single yank and rip off her panties. I want to shove my face between her legs and taste her sweet juicy pussy.

  But this is supposed to be a business arrangement. She’s my intern. I can’t cross that line.

  At least not yet.

  Even though I know she wants me.

  But it’d just be giving the tabloid more fodder for their stories. And the real newspapers too.

  If I pursue her and get caught, I could lose my job.

  Hell, I’d definitely lose my job. Once the board got wind of it.

  But when have I ever really cared about consequences?

  “Anyway,” I say. “I just thought you should be aware of what could happen. You know, that way you can be prepared for it. But maybe I’m making you too worried about all this. Maybe I shouldn’t have made it such a big deal, making you come over to my place and everything. I just thought it’d be easier to talk about it in person.”

  “No, it’s fine,” says Ava. “I’m glad you told me in person. I’ve never been an intern before. I’ve just had, you know, some summer jobs here and there.”

  “Well,” I say, laughing. “You’ll be glad to know that this isn’t common. So, since you’re already all the way over here, maybe I can make it worth your while. Are you hungry? You want something to drink?”

  “Uh,” she says. “I really need to be studying, actually. I’m already worried about handling the internship and my coursework.”

  I laugh. “That shouldn’t be a problem for you,” I say. “I read your resume. You’ve got the best grades of anyone who’s ever applied. And the references were the best I’ve ever seen. I doubt you have to work that hard at school.”

  She shakes her head. “I worked really hard for all that,” she says. “It doesn’t necessarily come naturally.”

  “I’m not saying you didn’t work hard,” I say. “But you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. That’s all I’m saying. Not everyone’s so lucky, you know. Come on, don’t you want something to drink?”

  “Uh, maybe a sparkling water,” she says. “I’m actually kind of thirsty.”

  “Sure,” I say.

  I go to the kitchen and grab two sparkling waters from the fridge. It’s the good stuff, imported from Europe.

  I bring them back and crack one open for her. I notice that I sit right back down next to her, rather than on the other couch.

  My cock rockets up again as her leg moves slightly until it’s pushed up against mine.

  I watch as she takes a sip of the water.

  “You seem nervous,” I say.

  She doesn’t say anything for a moment.

  “I guess I am,” she says. “This is my first internship. And what you’re saying, about the press following me around… It’s a lot to handle.”

  “You’ll be fine,” I say. “Just don’t talk to them. You don’t need to say a word to anyone.”

  “And they’re going to think we’re having an affair?”

  “I’m positive of it,” I say. “I know that’s the angle they’re going to take. Haven’t you seen those stories in the press? Half the time they’re not even true. But you’re not really nervous about the internship or the press, are you?”

  “Why do you say that?” says Ava, surprised.

  “I think you’re nervous about me,” I say.

  She looks down into her lap and doesn’t say anything.

  “Why?”

  “Just the way you’re acting,” I say. “Maybe it’s because I’m older.”

  “Well,” she says. “I think… I mean, I’m used to living in my cramped little dorm room. I don’t spend a lot of time in really nice houses like this…”

  “Or with men who are at least ten years older than you?”

  That makes her giggle slightly for some reason.

  “No,” she says. “Not normally.”

  “What are the guys at your school like? I bet they’re following you around, asking you for dates all the time. I bet you can’t keep them away.”

  “Not really,” she says. “I haven’t been asked out once this semester. Well, maybe one time. But I couldn’t understand what the guy was saying. He was so nervous he was mumbling.”

  I laugh. “I guess we’ve all been there.”

  “I can’t believe you were ever like that,” she says.

  “Well, me personally? No, I guess not. But I hear it happens to a lot of people. Especially when they’re trying to ask out a beautiful woman.”

  She laughs. “I didn’t think so,” she says. “But… overall, they’re just really immature, I guess.”

  “They’re still kids,” I say. “Probably what’s happening is they’re intimated by your appearance. They’re too nervous to ask you out. They probably think you have an older boyfriend somewhere.”

  Neither of us say anything for a moment.

  I’m looking right at her.

  She’s still looking down at her lap.

  She looks impossibly beautiful.

  To hell with all the risks. To hell with potentially losing my job.

  No one has to find out.

  I know she wants me.

  Now she looks up at me. I can see it in her eyes. The desire is there. The lust, about to burst through her, shines through her eyes directly at me.

  I make my move, my mouth crashing down onto hers. She kisses me back.

  Chapter 7

  Ava

  His mouth crashes onto mine. I kiss him back forcefully, as intensely as I’ve ever kissed.

  His body is against me, hard and muscular. I can sense his massive cock, erect in his thin gym shorts. It’s almost as if I can feel it pulsing in his pants, ready for me.

  I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before.

  He’s everything the guys at college aren’t. He’s completely different from any guy I’ve ever dated.

  He’s not a kid. He’s a man, with the muscles to prove it. And I’m sure he’s got the cock to prove it.

  But it’s not just that. It’s not entirely physical. Even though he called me over here to tell me I might be hounded by reporters for the next few months, I don’t really feel worried about it. And that’s because he makes me feel safe. Even though I’m in his home, and he’s just a step removed from being a stranger, I feel completely secure.

  His presence is strong and powerful. The way he moves is so… self assured. Everything he says he’s completely certain of. But he doesn’t come across like a douchebag, like some guy who’s completely overconfident in his abilities.

  No, Liam knows who he is and that’s why he’s sure of himself. He’s sure of himself because he’s proven himself.

  His mouth pulls away from mine. He kisses my neck. My breathing is hot and ragged. I’ve never felt like this. No man has ever made me feel like this before.

  His hands are cupping my breasts and I gasp. I actually gasp. He doesn’t just paw at me the way guys have done in the past. His hands are strong and massive. But gentle. He moves intensely but gently, massaging my breasts in just the perfect way.

  I know my panties are hot and completely soaked.

  “What about the press?” I manage to say.

  Not that I don’t want to do this.

  I want to do this, like nothing I’ve ever wanted before in my life.

  “Fuck ‘em,” growls Liam.

  He goes back to kissing my neck.

  His hands are under my shirt, over my bra. His hands touch my naked flesh above my bra. It feels good, sensual and intense.

  “What about… you might lose your job?”

  “I don’t care,” growls Liam. “I want you
.”

  “I want you, too,” I say, moaning.

  In fury, we’re somehow both thinking the same thing. And that’s take off all of our clothes.

  He rips his t-shirt off quickly, pulling it over his head. It reveals his fabulous musculature. He’s not just big and muscular, and it’s not that glamour muscle that some guys develop. No, he’s got real muscle, muscle that can do some serious work.

  He helps me pull off my tight t-shirt. My breasts pop out. They’re just in my bra. But as my breasts have gotten bigger, the bra barely contains them. It’s actually uncomfortable sometimes. I need to get a new bra. But right now, I’m glad I have on the one I do, because Liam can’t take his eyes off my plump flesh that pokes out from over the teal blue bra.

  I can’t contain myself. I go right for his cock. I reach for it, grabbing it over the slick athletic fabric of his pants. It’s even bigger and harder than I thought possible. I’m almost salivating as I fondle his cock. I grab it hard and I squeeze hard.

  “That’s right, baby,” growls Liam. “That’s what you like, isn’t it?”

  I nod. “Yes,” I say, my voice soft and a little hoarse.

  Liam unhooks my bra before I know what’s happening. He’s fast with it, lightning speed.

  My breasts are out and Liam can’t keep away from them. They’re in his hands and now his mouth is on my nipple, sucking on it. My nipples are straight and erect, pointed like they could cut glass.

  I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on.

  We’re making out again, our mouths pressed together. I wonder briefly if I can taste my nipple, then realize it’s a silly thought.

  Liam tends to push these silly thoughts right out of my head. All the anxieties I’ve been feeling—they’re all gone, whooshing away to somewhere. Who knows where, and who cares.

  I wish I could feel this good all the time. I feel confident and in control. I feel turned on, safe and secure. I feel like I’m on the brink of something great… my whole body feels intense… pleasure starting to course through me…