Just when I get up to leave she locks eyes with me. Fuck, fuck and double fuck! She says something to John, who looks back at me with a confused look on his face. Of course he would, I lied and told him I had plans. I guess I should come up with a convincing excuse and go over there. Thankfully I wasn't still sitting at the table when she saw me. That would have been a bitch to explain. Sitting at a table by myself, staring at her.
“I thought you had plans tonight?” He asks.
“They bailed on me so I figured I would take you up on your offer to join you guys.”
With a quick look at the girls, I say with my best deadpan expression, “Rachel, it's a pleasure to meet you. Ilyanna.”
Have to keep up the asshole persona and test the waters. I'm having an internal debate. I want this woman, yet I don't want to. My brain and mouth are at war with each other. What my mouth is saying, I shouldn't give a shit what she thinks of me. My brain however wants to know if she only acts the way she does around me if we're alone and why.
She immediately gets tense and doesn't say much, just sits there quietly while I talk with the others. Looking around the club I ask, “Nice club huh?”
Rachel's the one to answer. “We've been here a few times, we love it.”
“Me too, I used to come all the time but the guys have been dragging me to a new club over by Fenway.”
“I think we've walked by a few times when we're over that way.” Of course John knows which club I'm talking about. “The new gentleman's club right? Can't say that's our scene.”
“Oh come on, don't spoil my fun. I was going to throw your bachelor party there.” That earned me the stink eye from Rachel, and I almost died laughing at the look. “Please Rachel? It's not like he's going to sleep with any of them.”
“Really it's alright, that's really not my thing. I have all the woman I need right here.”
“Awe, your so sweet babe.” She says as she leans over to give him a kiss.
As they're making out I look over at Ilyanna who's looking everywhere but at me. “So how was your first week at the office? I hope your new boss isn't giving you a hard time.” I joke trying to lighten the tension I feel radiating off of her. If she only knew how hard she makes me.
“It's been fine. Hey guys, can we get going? I'm really tired?”
Wow, so she wants to act like I'm not even here. She barely acknowledged my question. Burn, damn she hates me. That's gotta be it. I guess I'll just keep my attitude the same then, not gonna kill myself trying to make her like me.
Rachel looks at her with a questioning look. “Ooookay...., I guess we could get going. It's been nice seeing you Braydon have a good night.” I tear my eyes away from Rachel and turn back to Ilyanna but she's already fled the table.
I look to John who's watching his fiancé chase after her. “She hates me doesn't she?” I really don't know where his loyalties lie. So I sit and patiently waiting for his answer.
“She hasn't said anything like that to me. Come to think about it, she never talks about you. She's said that she enjoys work though and acts really happy at home all the time. I'm sure she'd have said something. She's not one to keep stuff bottled up.”
“Can I let you in on a secret? And I'm only telling you this because I need some advice. Please don't say anything to Rachel.”
“No problem, what's eating you up? I can tell you've been in a funk lately.”
“That girl's got me so fucked up in the head, I don't know what to do. All I can think about is her and it's pissing me off.”
“Are you saying you have a thing for Ilyanna? I was wondering why you were acting strange around her.”
“Yeah, I'm afraid I'm into her in a big way. I looked her up the day I got her resume, I haven't been able to do shit without thinking about her. It's driving me fucking crazy. I've been pretty shitty towards her too, thinking it would help me to stop feeling this way.”
“I don't know what to say. If you feel that way about her it doesn't make sense for you to treat her that way. Then again it kinda does make sense, they say it's easier to be hateful towards people your closest to. Just try being a little nicer to her, see if it changes the way she acts. Chances are she's attracted to you too. Hey, I'll catch up with you later. Rachel's over there flagging me down. Give me the weekend, I'll see if I can dig a little without giving anything away.”
“Thanks man, I owe you one.”
*****
The next week passed pretty much the same. John had nothing to report, saying anytime the subject of me came up she changed it. I tried to keep my distance as much as possible. Of course having to train her didn't help my cause all that well. “Did you get those papers filed? I asked you forty five minutes ago!”
“Yes I did, about twenty minutes ago.”
“Go through my emails and see if you can find anything from Carter, I've been expecting a reply from them. I'll be on a conference call for a couple of hours. If you need anything ask John.” I turn and leave the room without waiting for her reply.
I really need to get laid. I'm starting to sound like a catty bitch. The only problem is no one's caught my attention except my hot as fuck assistant and as far as I can tell, she can't stand me. I should have taken John's advice. What could it hurt being nicer to her? Come Monday I'll be a changed man. Maybe I should go home and stalk her Facebook again and jack off to let out some frustration with my fist.
*****
Her black and yellow polka dot bikin's my favorite, most likely because it shows the most skin. She has the most perfect looking tits. I imagine what her nipples look like and immediately my cock stiffens. I take it out of my boxers and start to stroke, using the precum leaking out of the tip to get it nice and lubed up. Imaging it's her tight wet pussy. I'm mentally removing those two tiny scraps of fabric as I squeeze tighter and stroke faster.
When I erupt it's her name on my lips. Who the hell am I kidding? I can't fight it anymore. I need to have her. Question is, will she have me? Guess I'll have to wait and see how she reacts to the real me.
*****
Holy shit! Where has that professional dressing girl gone that I hired? Hot damn, if I didn't think she was sexy before, I sure as hell do now. Fuck I can't have a constant wood all day. I certainly can't stay seated at my desk either.
Today she's in a much shorter than usual snug black skirt, nude stockings, red heels, and a white blouse with a few too many buttons undone. Is she trying to kill me.
“Good morning Braydon, I hope you had a nice weekend.”
“I did thank you.” I swallow hard and try not to stare, but fail miserably.
“Is everything ok sir?” She asks with a tilt of her head and cute little smile.
“Yes, yes everything's fine. Let's get to work shall we. After you.” I motion to her with a sweep of my hand, indicating I would follow. Nothing wrong with wanting to look at such a sweet ass in that skirt.
“So what's on the agenda for today?” She asks, while bending over my desk and giving me a nice view of those tits.
“I was thinking we could audit some financial statements.” My cock is straining against my pants, she really needs to move before I have an accident like a teenager. “We'll be looking for arrears, consistency, and debt ratio.”
“It's a good thing your helping me with this sir, it's a little different than what I'm used to.” She's definitely doing this on purpose, maybe she's sick of my attitude and she's trying to lighten me up a little. She sits and keeps uncrossing and crossing her legs, licking her lips, and playing with her hair. Which is effectively pushing her tits out and giving a nice view of her thighs while doing it. I wonder if she realizes I have something she can come help me with?
“I certainly want you to be comfortable in all aspects of my business, your my assistant. Therefor I need you to be as knowledgeable as I am in every detail of day to day operations.”
“I'm here for you to teach me sir,” she licks those damn lips again. “I'm a really fast learne
r.” Oh God I'm sure you are. I don't say that out loud of course. The things I could teach her. We spend several hours like this, her flirting's making me insane.
“Could you go grab us some lunch? We can eat in here today so we can get through these audits. I imagine we'll work on them tomorrow as well.”
“Sure, what do you want?”
You!!!!
“I'll take pastrami on rye with swiss and mustard. The deli down the road is awesome. And a coke please.” She's stands and bends down over my desk again while I write my order down on a post it.
“Be back shortly.” She says and winks at me.
What the fuck? Where has this woman come from? I wonder as I watch that ass sashay out of my office. If she wants to play, we'll play.
Question is who's gonna cave first?
Playing games
I leave his office to grab lunch feeling like a million bucks. He's affected alright. This is going to be so much fun. I smile to myself the whole way to the deli. On my way back I decide that I'm going to kick things up another notch.
“Here you go sir.” He takes his sandwich and watches me as I have a seat across from him and lean forward to eat my sandwich. I can feel his eyes on me as I sit up and lick some mayonnaise from my finger. As I look into his eyes, I see them widen at my display. Game on!
When we've finished eating I stand up from my chair, walk behind him and start to rub his shoulders. “What are doing?” He jumps in his seat at my first touch.
“You seem so tense, I'm just trying to help. Is this okay?”
“Yes of course, you just caught me off guard. I am a little tense, thanks.”
“Anytime sir,” I say in a sexy whisper. He hasn't seemed to mind that I haven't called him by his name. I wonder why? After no more than ten minutes he moves away and stands up, immediately cutting off any contact. I can't help but notice the significant sized bulge in the front of his pants.
“Sorry, I just realized I have an appointment in twenty minutes with my doctor a few blocks away.”
“Is everything okay Braydon? Do you need me to cancel your meeting later today?”
“No I'll be back by then, just a routine check up.”
“Well alright, be careful.”
“Thank you. You can go and see if John has anything he'd like your help with. I should be back in about an hour.”
Doctors appointment my ass! He had one two weeks ago. Did he forget I take care of his schedule? Which happens to be free this afternoon until our three o'clock meeting. Ha, he needs to get away from me. I do a little happy dance before going to find John.
*****
At home a few days later Rachel approaches me with the a million questions.
“What's been up with you lately girl? Why the change of heart on these clothes? Your glowing, have you met someone?”
“Calm down, don't go picking out a bridesmaid's dress. Yes I'm interested in someone. I really don't want to tell you because you'll give my shit.” She gave me a look of disbelief, “Trust me, I know you. You'd have a field day with this information.”
“Please? I'm your bestie, you have to tell me! You have to tell someone. Who else can you tell huh? Nobody. So spill already, you know I'll get it out of you eventually. You so don't want to see what lengths I will go to for you to talk.”
“Fine, I definitely don't want to deal with your torture methods.” We laugh because she can get pretty crazy when she wants something. She hid my phone and laptop for two days in college before I confessed all the sordid details of what Jackson did to me.
Needless to say, her reaction was exactly why I didn't want to tell her. I almost had to bail her out of jail when she went to confront him and the she devil was there. It wasn't pretty.
“I have it bad for Braydon, and I think he feels the same way.” She jumps up and down, letting out a high pitched squeal. “Hold up, no celebratory dance yet. It's complicated. For the first two weeks at work he was a complete dick to me. Monday, after changing my attire and putting myself out there and taking a chance, actually being nice to him, he seemed to go back to the way he was before that first afternoon. In the meeting I was daydreaming about him and he caught me. He became cold and distant afterwards. He was so nice and flirty that morning and at my interview. I don't understand the change. It's driving me crazy!”
“Isn't it obvious? He has it bad for you too! John had told me something happened to him in college like what happened to you, he was hurt. He's not looking for a relationship, on top of that he never mixes business with pleasure. I overheard a conversation John was having with him. Now I couldn't hear both sides but I know that it had something to do with a client not taking no for an answer and stalking him. That's most likely explains why he was acting that way. He doesn't want to get close to you. Now I understand what happened that night at the club when he showed up.”
“I would get super nervous around him, I never knew how he would treat me. You know me, I don't like putting myself out there for disappointment. I'm attracted to him, so the fact that he was acting that way had my walls up in a big way.”
Rachel has a huge grin on her face. “Well now you know, what are you gonna do about it?”
“I'm gonna give him a taste of his own medicine. I'm gonna play so hard to get that he won't know what hit him when I finally do give in. Up until then I'm gonna come up with any excuse to hold off. Thanks for the business, pleasure tid bit. I plan on using that right before I cave, that is if he's so inclined.”
“Girl I'd bet my first born he'll be inclined.” Again we bust out in a fit of laughter.
“You having kids, I can't wait to see that. I'll take that bet, they'll be mine too anyway. I love you Rachel, I'm so glad I came with you guys. I'll keep you updated. See if you can weasel some information out of John without seeming too obvious.”
“It's on!”
*****
“Good morning gorgeous.” I say with a wink as I step into Braydon's office the following morning. He looks up with a small smile that immediately turns into that panty dropping grin I love so much. I also love that I have this affect on him.
“Good morning Ilyanna. Shall we get down to business? We have a full agenda today and meetings all afternoon.”
Not the response I was looking for, but a little a time. At least he's not being an asshole anymore. “What do you need me to do first?”
“It seems we missed a few things when we went through those audits. Can you please have a look through them for me and see if you can spot any errors? Thanks.”
“Alright, I'll let you know what I find. If you need anything let me know.”
Around twelve thirty I come back to his office having found nothing. Wondering if there was anything at all or if he just didn't want to be near me. If that's the case my plan is working. I'm seriously affecting him.
Don't get me wrong, he's affecting me too.
I'm not letting him know that though. I'm only a little more friendly with him than I am with anyone else in the office. I don't want in their pants or anything, but I can't let Braydon know just how much I want him. I don't want to look desperate. I need him to meet me halfway. Show me he wants me. To make some kind of gesture so I know beyond assumption that this goes both ways.
“I didn't find anything off, it all looked good to me.”
“Very well, would you like to grab some lunch with me? We don't have anything until two. We can head to Faneuil Hall. Have you ever been?”
“No, that sounds like fun. We've been talking about going but haven't made it yet.”
“Awesome it's less than a ten minute walk so that'll give us plenty of time before we have to get back.”
*****
“This place is enormous, I've never seen so much food in one place. I don't know what I want.”
I'm sure I look like a kid on Christmas morning. It looks like he gave up on being a jerk. I'm not going to complain though. I much prefer this side of him. I can be myself and lighten up. W
hat a relief. I can't stop smiling, and I'm not going to lie, I love being around the new him.
“What? You didn't have a food court where you're from?”
“Well we did, but nothing like this. Just a small one in the mall.”
“Great, is it gonna take you forever to pick out something to eat?” He asks with laughter.
Oh no, he is not laughing at me. I jokingly stick my nose up in the air and turn around to stomp away from him, which just makes him laugh even harder. I really can't believe this is the same man from the last couple of weeks. He's probably finally got some. Urgh, why the hell did I have to have that thought? Shaking the horrible thought away I turn back to him and put a big smile on face. Why is it my business if he's sleeping with someone? It's not like we're a couple, he's just my boss.
After what seems like forever, I finally decide on some pizza. It looks delicious.
“So, what's your favorite part of Boston so far?”
“Honestly , the people have been so nice to me. I guess I'm not used to it.”
“Really? I thought we had a reputation of being Massholes?” I don't think I've ever seen him laugh this much. “Why aren't you used to that? Your a very nice person.”
“Starting in high school, kids just stopped being my friends. Most likely because teenagers like to get into trouble and my dad was a cop.” I shrug like it's no big deal. “And who wants to hang out with someone they think is going to go home and tell on them to daddy. Not that I would have, but that's my guess.”
“That's bullshit! They were probably just jealous, I mean look at you, if you looked like that in high school. You said your dad was a cop. Is he retired?”
“No, he was killed a few years ago right after he ended his shift on an all units respond car chase.” I start to cry just like I do every time I talk about it. “I don't really know the exact details, I told my mother I didn't want to know. I thought it would be a little easier that way.”
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