How’d the interview go? Katie writes.
Better than I thought, I respond.
I feel like we’re passing notes back and forth in school, before there was such a thing as texting or instant messaging. But my joy at our old school form of communication is cut short when Kate finishes her last note and stands up.
“I gotta go,” says Katie. “I have a lot of dictation to do.”
Her note says: I hate to be caught dead walking around the halls with the Barbies and Ken. I like to beat them back to the office. Plus, I need to smoke out first just to be able to spend time near them.
It’s all I can do to suppress my laughter. Katie takes the notepad and removes the piece of paper we’ve been writing on. She jams it into the paper shredder next to the trash can before she leaves the cafeteria.
I suppose it’s time to get back to the floater’s desk myself. As I walk out, I can hear one of the Barbies say, “She’s not even hot. I, like, totes don’t get it.”
I refrain from laughing yet again. I think Madilyn is way prettier than any of them are and I also think she has a better personality. So, I “like, totes get” what Asher sees in her.
And I’m glad they’re happy together, even if the match is a bit odd. Who am I to judge? I’m the one who wants to sleep with Cameron. Or let him do anything else he wants to do to me for that matter.
Chapter 10 – Ruby
When I get back to the floater’s computer, there’s an email in the inbox, asking me to report to Madilyn’s office. It’s a couple hours old, but I was in the filing room when it was sent.
I feel like running there but I force myself to slow my pace.
This is it. This is when I find out I get to work for Cameron Sanchez. Or at least I hope so.
When I get there, the door’s shut so I rap on it lightly.
“One second,” Madilyn calls out.
Her voice sounds a bit breathless.
It’s more than a second, and when she comes to the door she’s running a hand frantically through her tousled hair.
“Oh, Ruby, it’s you,” she says, looking relieved.
“Ruby.” Asher nods at me as he leaves the office, but I notice that he winks at Madilyn first. I also notice that the top button of his shirt is undone.
Katie wasn’t kidding when she said the two were getting extra cozy.
“Sorry Ruby, I didn’t know when you’d be coming up,” Madilyn says, straightening up her skirt and then taking a seat at her desk. She gestures to the chair on the other side of it— where clients usually sit— and so I sit down too.
“Sorry,” I tell her. “I was in the filing room when you sent the email.”
“Oh, I know,” Madilyn says. “And that’s what I like about you. Your work ethic. So, need to apologize.”
She smiles.
“In fact,” she says, “the reason I asked you to come see me is because I wanted to personally let you know that the job is yours if you want it.”
“The job?”
“Yes,” she says, blinking patiently at me as if I’m hard of hearing. “The job as Mr. Sanchez’s legal assistant.”
I can’t believe it. I was hoping this is what she was going to tell me but I still can’t believe it.
Nothing good ever happens to me. Then I got this job, and now this promotion and I get to be up close and personal with the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. It’s all I can do to keep from clapping.
“Thank you, Madilyn,” I tell her, doing my best to restrain myself.
I return her smile but I’m sure mine is a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
Don’t fuck this up like you fuck up everything else, I tell myself.
“When do I start?” I ask her.
“I believe that Shirley is available to start training you this afternoon,” she says. “So, you might want to go check with her and Mr. Sanchez now.”
“Thank you, Madilyn,” I say again, because I can’t even think of anything better to say and I’m actually very grateful.
“You’re welcome,” she says, with a little laugh.
I wonder if she knows how I feel. I wonder if this is how she felt the first time she was able to work near Asher.
My feet refrain from skipping on my way to Cameron’s office. But my heart doesn’t. I pass the filing room and peek in on Katie, who is actually showing one of the Barbies something in a file, instead of smoking her vape pen for once.
She gives me a hesitant thumbs up sign, as if asking a question, and I respond with a big thumbs up of my own. She smiles, obviously happy for me. I guess I’ve made a friend in stoner girl Katie. That’s something else I’ve never had: a real friend.
When I get to Cameron’s office, his secretary looks a lot happier to see me than he does.
“Welcome, Ruby,” she says, a big smile spreading across her face.
I’m sure she’s happy they found a replacement so soon, so she can train me and be on her way to Florida.
“Come right in.”
“Hello Mr. Sanchez,” I say, nodding my head to Cameron.
“Hello Ruby.”
His spine is stiff and he is barely even looking at me.
“Welcome aboard. I’m happy to have you as my new assistant. Ruby will be training you for the rest of the afternoon.”
He’s saying all the right words but his tone sounds like a robot. What happened to the flirtatious guy from before? He looks like someone has programmed him to talk like this.
“Great,” I say, even though I don’t think it’s great at all.
Thus begins an afternoon nearly as boring as all my other ones in the filing room or in Mr. Mack’s office. Shirley painstakingly shows me how Cameron likes his files organized and his pleadings formatted: all things I could find out myself just by looking at his computer or his files.
At first, Cameron works at his desk while Shirley and I move from her cubicle in the hallway— which will soon become my cubicle in the hallway— in and out of his office as she shows me things.
At times, I’m so close to him that I can smell his expensive perfume. It smells like cedar mixed with a touch of spring breeze. I can sense the chemistry between us and I can tell he’s watching my every mood, at least out of the corner of his eye if not sometimes straight on.
But he never makes direct eye contact with me and he doesn’t say any anything designed to catch my attention like it seemed he was doing yesterday.
Damn it.
I guess he’s being good now that he’s my boss. Perhaps I shouldn’t have gotten this job. It’s having the exact opposite effect that I wanted. It’s enough to drive me crazy.
At some point, Cameron excuses himself and says he has a meeting. And then he doesn’t come back.
An hour passes. And then another.
This is worse torture than being close to him yet not able to really talk to him. All I want is for him to come back.
I feel like some desperate woman, possessed by him, obsessed with him. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.
At five o’clock, Shirley says, “Well, that’s it for me for today. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Have a good evening,” I tell her, but I don’t want to leave.
I’m left alone in Cameron’s office. I sit down in his desk chair and imagine what it must be like to be him. The power. The money. The masculinity.
I half expect him to come back and find me here like this. Maybe I want him to yell at me for being in his office when I’m not supposed to be. Maybe I want him to spank me.
But he doesn’t come back. I wait until 5:30 and then I just feel even more pathetic.
I head to the file room to see if for some reason Katie’s still here. Maybe she dozed off while hitting her vape pen again. I could sure use a listening ear right now and perhaps some advice.
She’s not here, of course. There’s no reason for her to be. All the normal assistants have gone home. It’s only me left, with this ridiculous crush on my new boss.<
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I notice that she left a book in the corner, where she always sits. A collection of Pablo Neruda’s poetry.
I sit down and begin reading it. The last thing I want to do is go home right now. Talk about being bored and lonely. I just want to sit here with my thoughts and with this sensual poetry.
I want to do to you what spring does to the cherry trees, I read.
That’s funny, I think. Because I want Cameron to do that to me. Too bad it’s not going to happen.
And then as if on cue, I feel a presence at the door. I look up and there he is. Cameron Sanchez. My new boss. And the guy I want to take my virginity.
Chapter 11 – Cameron
There she is. Ruby Mansfield.
My new secretary. And the woman I want to claim as my own.
I can’t believe I came here to find her. I knew she’d be here. She devised that whole filing system. She is always in here. And I had a feeling she’d be hoping I would come find her.
She looks at me with such lust and desire that I know she was right. I know she wants me. But she could be my downfall.
I was purposefully staying away, fighting every carnal urge. I’d gone to an unnecessary meeting with a client on the other side of town— I would normally send one of my associates to attend such a mundane matter— and then I had driven around aimlessly, listening to talk radio and telling myself I know better than to mess with her.
I’m old enough to be her father. And I’m her boss. I should know better. I do.
But those lips. Those eyes. Those curves.
I had to come back and see if she wanted me as much as I want her. And now I have my answer.
“What are you reading?” I ask her, without even bothering to say hello.
We are past such pleasantries. We both know what we want. I want to take her, to make her mine, and I don’t want to waste time before I do it.
“This,” she says, and passes me the book.
I want to do with you what spring does to the cherry trees.
I stare at her.
I know what she’s trying to tell me.
She’s a virgin. And she wants me.
I hand her the book back without saying a word. I can’t do it. She’s so young. So, innocent underneath despite the tough exterior she puts up on the outside. She has no idea what kind of relationships I’m into. I can’t ruin her by defiling and debasing her.
I take a step away from her, and start to open my mouth to tell her to have a good night. But she crawls after me. She literally crawls and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen a woman do.
“Please, Boss,” she says, getting on her knees and feeling my cock through my pants.
My stupid fucking cock isn’t listening to my brain. It wants her bad. It’s like putty in her hands. Except she’s making it hard as a rock.
“I want you,” she tells me.
“I know.”
She looks up at me, her beautiful blue eyes begging me to take her.
I let her unzip my pants and slide my cock out of my boxer briefs. Her eyes widen in delight at my full ten inches. She licks its head and just when I think she is so dainty and shy, which would make sense because I can sense she’s a virgin, she begins sucking on it, hard and eager, and moving her hand up and down on my shaft.
“Oh, my God,” I tell her. “Ruby. That feels so good.”
She takes my entire cock in her mouth like a champ. I grab her head and push myself further inside her, holding onto her hair like I’ve fantasized about doing since I first met her. I fuck her mouth and she deep throats me and for a second I forget how fucking innocent she has to be.
I think about the fact that anyone could walk right through this door. They could catch us in the act and it could ruin both of us.
I don’t know whether that thought thrills me or terrifies me. I suppose it’s a mixture of both.
“Ruby,” I say, looking down at her as she twirls her tongue over the tip of my cock, grabbing my balls and teasing me so badly just for interrupting her to ask a question. “Have you ever had sex before?”
She shakes her head and bats her eyes at me. Fuck.
Then she moves her mouth all over my cock and I let her.
But this has to be it, I tell myself.
I need this release. I’ve been wanting it, fucking dreaming of it.
I reach down and pull her perfect breasts out of her blouse— they’re gorgeous and I want them to be mine but I’m going to have to settle for what we’re doing now because I can’t take her innocence no matter how much I want to.
I grab her tits in my hand and she lets out a soft little moan as she eats my cock. I take her nipples in my fingers and twist them, willing myself not to do it as hard as I want.
“Yes, Boss,” she says, licking up and down my shaft and then shoving my cock back in her mouth. “Please, Boss.”
“Do you want my cum in your mouth?” I ask her.
She nods as she continues to suck my cock.
“Then you’re going to have to beg for it because I need this to be something you want,” I tell her. “I need this to be your choice.”
“Please, Boss,” she says, her lips grabbing the top of my cock and then sucking all the way down to the bottom and then back up again. “Please come in my mouth.”
I rub her nipples with my fingers while she moans. Then I grab onto them good and hard while I feel myself getting ready to climax.
I fill up her mouth even more with my pulsing cock as I say, “All right, Ruby. Here it fucking comes.”
I can’t talk anymore because I’m gasping and out of breath as I explode my cum into her mouth. She continues sucking until the very last drop is out and she swallows it all.
“Oh, my God,” I tell her. “I can’t believe we just did this.”
“It’s okay,” she says, looking up into my eyes. “I wanted to. I liked it.”
She thinks I feel guilty. Sure, that’s some of what I felt while she was sucking my cock. But I also felt the rush of forbidden excitement.
Now, though, I feel something different.
Something I’ve never felt before. And it terrifies me more than the thought of getting caught had both terrified and excited me just a few minutes ago.
She has a perfect dimple on her chin. I put my finger there and I lift her head up to look into my eyes.
“Ruby,” I tell her. “We can’t do this again.”
I begin zipping my pants up and she pulls her shirt and bra up over her perfect tits.
“I know,” she says.
But she’s looking at me as if she doesn’t know. As if she’s patiently waiting for more already.
Damn it.
I’ve never felt this feeling in my gut and now I’m never going to be able to get rid of it. I’m used to quick one night stands with women I never see again. Now I’m going to have to see her teasing me, tempting me, every day. And I’m going to have to deal with this quickening of breath in my chest, this fast beating in my heart, every time I fucking see her.
Great. She’s ruined me and I didn’t even get to fuck her.
Chapter 12 – Ruby
THE NEXT DAY
I never thought I’d enjoy working any job so much as I do this one. I think it’s the best job ever, just because I get to sleep with my boss.
Sure, he says we can’t do anything more than we did, but his eyes and his huge cock tell me otherwise. I just know he’s going to take my virginity. It’s only a matter of time.
All day, Shirley’s been showing me the most mundane tasks again but Cameron is around most of the time and it feels great to be near him again. It’s obvious to me that he wants me but thinks I’m too innocent for him. If only he knew what a bad, bad girl I want to be for him.
In the afternoon, he tells Shirley she can go home early.
“Are you sure?” she asks, obviously not used to doing that.
“Yes,” he says. “You’ve shown Ruby how to file the motions to dismiss Judge B
aez and now she can spend the rest of the afternoon doing those. You can look them over tomorrow before they get filed, to make sure everything looks right.”
“Thank you,” she says, her eyes darting to the door as if she’s happy to be making her escape home to Winston.
As soon as she leaves, I turn around and look at Cameron. He clears his throat, as if willing me not to make things awkward. But I know better.
“I imagine she has loads of packing to do,” I tell him. “Or maybe people don’t take much when they move to a Florida beach since it’s all going to be blown away in a hurricane anyway.”
He laughs.
“What more would she need besides a bathing suit?” he asks. “Don’t people go there for the warm weather and beaches?”
“Maybe she just wanted to get home to Winston,” I say. “I mean, if I do recall his name correctly. I think it’s something that starts with a ‘W.’ And since I’ve known her only a few days and you’ve known her over twenty years, I think I’m winning the name guessing contest.”
“Very funny,” he says, shaking his head at me like I’m a bad, bad girl.
I love it.
I love the excitement I feel when I’m around him. The energy. The chemistry.
He thinks I’m just a young girl, that I don’t know anything and can’t be everything he wants me to be. But I’m going to prove him wrong.
That reminds me.
“You know that toy company you’re representing pro bono?” I ask him.
He looks up at me, obviously surprised that I’d bring that up.
“Yes,” he says. “It’s not actually a pro bono agreement, or at least not yet. I plan to sit down with the owner Damien soon and negotiate the terms. I’m just assuming it will be fully or partially pro bono, given the nature of the company.”
“That’s good that you haven’t worked out the details yet,” I tell him. “I wouldn’t recommend doing it for free.”
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