by Ramona Gray
She snorted laughter as I tugged again at my top and left the lunch room.
* * *
I sighed wearily and rubbed my aching back before bending over the filing cabinet in Mr. Wright’s office. It was close to seven and I was tired and hungry. The building was empty and I kicked off my shoes as I stuffed files back into the cabinet.
Technically I didn’t have to work late, Mr. Wright hadn’t even returned to the office this afternoon, but my day tomorrow would be much smoother if I did. Besides, I wanted to leave a little early tomorrow. Rex had yet another vet appointment and it would be much easier to get Mr. Wright to agree if I was caught up on my work.
I glanced around his office as I grabbed another file folder. I hated being in here. It smelled like him, like the expensive cologne he always wore, and I swear to God some days I could smell it even at my apartment. Not surprising. Most days I spent more time in here than I did at my own desk. Of course his cologne would linger on me.
I grabbed another folder and bent over the filing cabinet again. I was just sliding it into its proper spot when his low voice spoke directly behind me.
“Working late, Ms. Jones?”
I yelped in surprise and straightened, my hands rushing to pull my skirt into a more appropriate position. He was so close I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, and I twitched in surprise when I felt his erection brush against my ass.
“No, don’t.” His hands pulled mine away from my skirt and I gasped when he let his fingers stroke my nylon-clad thigh. “You didn’t strike me as a garters and thong kind of girl, Ms. Jones.”
“I – a girl has to have a few surprises, Mr. Wright,” I squeaked out.
“Indeed. Go on, finish your filing,” he instructed.
Holding the folder between my suddenly sweaty fingers, I tried to move past him. He made a noise of disapproval and his hands curled around my waist. “I think you can reach it from here, Ms. Jones.”
I took a deep breath and bent over, stretching to put the folder away as his hands moved from my waist to my hips. My skirt was riding up and he helped it along with a few firm tugs. I moaned quietly when his hard hands stroked my ass and his finger tugged at the silk between my ass cheeks.
“Your skirt is much too short for the office, Ms. Jones. You’re not setting a very good example for the other secretaries,” he chided sternly as his hands continued to rub and caress.
“I’m sorry,” I moaned.
“I don’t believe you. I think you wore this skirt on purpose. I think you want me to punish you,” he said silkily.
“Mr. Wright, I – “
His hand came down, smacking my backside sharply, and I let out a squeal of protest.
“Quiet, Ms. Jones. Take your punishment like a good girl.” His hand was sliding into my hair and when he pulled my head up and licked my throat, I thrust my ass against him. He spanked me again and I bit back my gasp of pain.
“Open your legs, Ms. Jones.” His hand tightened in my hair and I parted my legs eagerly. His hand cupped me through the silk and I moaned loudly.
“You’re not to enjoy this. Do you understand?” He said sternly.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His fingers were working their way under my panties. “If you come, your punishment will be even more severe. Is that what you want?”
“No,” I moaned.
His fingers were almost there, they were nearly touching me, and knowing that he would feel how wet I was only excited me more. I spread my legs wider and held my breath. If he didn’t touch me, I would –
“Ms. Jones?”
I gave a startled shriek and straightened before whirling around. The object of my sexual fantasies was standing in the doorway of his office and, blushing furiously, I yanked my skirt down.
Oh God. I had just flashed my boss. There was no way in hell he hadn’t seen my super-sized ass in my too-short skirt and while that might have been a-okay in my fantasies, it most certainly was not in real life. The plain white cotton underwear I was wearing wasn’t turning anyone on any time soon.
“What are you doing in my office?” He frowned at me as he strode toward his desk. He was still wearing his suit but he had loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt.
“Filing.”
“Obviously,” he snapped. “I meant, why are you still here? It’s late.”
I shrugged. “I wanted to get it finished before I left.”
“Your dedication to your job is admirable.” There was a tone of sarcasm in his voice and I scowled at him.
“You know, most bosses would be impressed by their assistant’s dedication.”
“Indeed.” He sank into his chair and pulled a glass and a bottle of scotch from the bottom drawer. “Or perhaps they would hope that their secretary was capable of getting her job done during regular working hours.”
I bit back my smart-ass retort. I hated being called his secretary and the man knew it. It was a dated and ridiculous term and he used it solely to get under my skin. Normally I would call him on it but I still needed to leave early tomorrow.
I quickly filed the last folder and slipped into my shoes as he poured scotch into a glass. He opened his laptop and stared moodily at the screen as I approached his desk and cleared my throat.
“What is it, Ms. Jones?”
“I need to leave early tomorrow.”
“For what purpose?” He gave me a sharp glance.
“I have an appointment.”
“You’ve had a lot of appointments as of late.”
I didn’t reply. I had never mentioned Rex to him. Mr. Wright didn’t strike me as a dog lover and I wouldn’t put it past him to deny my request just because he hated dogs.
He took a swallow of his scotch. “Fine.”
“Thank you, Mr. Wright.”
“Good night, Ms. Jones,” he replied dismissively.
I rolled my eyes and closed his door before collapsing in the chair at my desk. I had worked for Aiden Wright for three years. Three years of putting up with his shit, his sarcasm, his crazy work demands. Three years of crying in the bathroom and watching my social life go down the drain because of my work schedule. I shook my head and collected my stuff before walking to the elevators. The other financial advisors gave their assistants flowers and took them for lunch on Administrative Assistant Day. They gave bonuses at Christmas and never called them in from their vacation because they needed a document typed. In the three years I had worked for him, Aiden Wright had never once given me a bonus or hell, even told me I was doing a good job. I was a fool to keep working for him.
So why are you? Find another job where you’re not treated like dirt.
It was excellent advice and one that I would never follow. Some weird part of me liked the constant stress working for Aiden Wright. The thought of sitting in some office where my boss was always perfectly polite and perfectly reasonable, made me want to break out in hives. I hated to be bored and working for Mr. Wright was far from boring.
Whatever. You just keep hoping all your goddamn sexual fantasies about the man will come true someday.
My cheeks reddened and I stepped out of the elevator in a hurry. I crossed the lobby, my heels clicking loudly in the silence, and walked quickly to my car. It was freezing cold and I cursed loudly when I slipped and nearly landed on my ass.
The man is not attracted to fat girls. Get it through your head, you idiot.
I sighed and rubbed my hands together briskly as I waited for my car to warm up. Aiden Wright was sex on a stick. His dark hair and dark eyes, the sharp cheekbones and the perfect amount of stubble that always covered his jaw, made women drool. He worked out religiously every morning in the gym in the basement of our office building and at 6’4” he towered over nearly every one.
I sighed again and drove out of the parking lot. My fantasies about my boss had to stop. They had really heated up over the last few days and although part of me knew it was a coping mechanism for
the stress, it was time to end them. Although I had never once seen Mr. Wright with a woman, I knew without a doubt that I wasn’t his type. Besides, he was probably the type of guy who liked a woman to be in control in bed.
I snorted out loud as I drove carefully down the icy streets. That was complete and utter bullshit and I knew it. Mr. Wright was a man who demanded obedience and there was no reason to think he wouldn’t be the same in the bedroom. Fresh wetness dampened my panties at the thought of being under his control and I groaned and slammed my hand against the steering wheel. I really needed to get laid.
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