Falling For The Boss Read Online Free Page B
Author: C.M. Steele
spank her pretty ass. Damn, that thought was tempting.
“You’re persistent. No mayo please.”
That was easier than I expected, and I was surprised. Maybe she was hungrier than she let on. That wasn’t something I could deal with. I had to take her to dinner as soon as possible.
When I brought the meal back to her, she tried to act as though it was nothing, but her eyes gave away how hungry she was. Damn, I was right. I wondered how long she’d gone without a normal dinner. Had she struggled through college, or was this poverty recent? I wanted to know everything about her, and I could have if I made some calls, but for some reason, I wanted her to tell me herself.
Returning to my office, I manage to get shit done. I sent her several projects to keep her busy through the rest of the week. After calling my sister, I thought about Jessica again. My brain was completely focused on her and her circumstances.
I hid in my office for a few hours, and by the time I was ready to leave for the night, Jessica was gone. I went home thinking I’d defeated my desire, but somehow, I knew it wouldn’t last. By the next morning, I understood that it would never go away, but I would keep trying to fight it.
Chapter 4
It was only day three, and the tension between us had reached a new level. It got a little out of hand today when I came in wearing a suit that didn’t cover every inch of my skin. I didn’t own many plain and unflattering outfits, and after seeing most of the women in the building, I realized I looked like a real fuddy-duddy. So I wore something more age-appropriate. My skirt went to the knee, and my blouse was a professional dress shirt buttoned up to the top of my cleavage. Then I tossed on my favorite pearl necklace and a few bangles on my wrists. I looked good, but I didn’t look like I was hoping he’d fuck me. I barely glossed my lips with a nude shine.
I got to the office first and was working on some of the emails he’d sent me the night before when he walked in. He stopped on a dime, just inside the office door, and stood there. I watched him take a deep breath and swallow hard. I wanted to smile at the way I’d caught him off guard, but then I remembered he had a reputation of fucking his assistants. So I frowned, and like that, his expression changed.
He barely said a curt, “Good morning,” before walking into his office and slamming the door a bit harder than he should have.
As much as I wanted him to want me, I didn’t want to be tossed out on the street without a job and with a broken spirit. It was starting to dawn on me that the feelings I had for him were more intense than I wanted. While I hadn’t been attracted to anyone before him, he’d been all over the previous assistants, fucking then firing them. I didn’t know how he could legally get away with it, but then again, men with power could make things happen.
It ended up being a super long day of me stupidly, anxiously waiting for him to come out of his office or call me in there. That didn’t happen though. He never asked to see me. Instead, he emailed me when he needed something.
I hated the loss of that dimpled smile I had gotten on occasion the first two days. Every one of his emails was curt and to the point. I felt as though I was being dismissed, but maybe that was for the best. I needed to stay away from him. He was a menace to any sense I’d had before I came here.
I’d kept my body under control and locked up for years, so what the hell had changed? The past two nights, I’d come home in a heated mess—a frenzy of pure lust. I’d touched myself like never before, and for the first time, I came from just my hand and visions of his bald head between my legs.
~~~~~
“What are you wearing?” he growled, looking at me from head to toe, and ended up focusing on my breasts. His expression was one of pure frustration, and his voice echoed his anger.
I didn’t know what he was talking about. “What’s
“You’re persistent. No mayo please.”
That was easier than I expected, and I was surprised. Maybe she was hungrier than she let on. That wasn’t something I could deal with. I had to take her to dinner as soon as possible.
When I brought the meal back to her, she tried to act as though it was nothing, but her eyes gave away how hungry she was. Damn, I was right. I wondered how long she’d gone without a normal dinner. Had she struggled through college, or was this poverty recent? I wanted to know everything about her, and I could have if I made some calls, but for some reason, I wanted her to tell me herself.
Returning to my office, I manage to get shit done. I sent her several projects to keep her busy through the rest of the week. After calling my sister, I thought about Jessica again. My brain was completely focused on her and her circumstances.
I hid in my office for a few hours, and by the time I was ready to leave for the night, Jessica was gone. I went home thinking I’d defeated my desire, but somehow, I knew it wouldn’t last. By the next morning, I understood that it would never go away, but I would keep trying to fight it.
Chapter 4
It was only day three, and the tension between us had reached a new level. It got a little out of hand today when I came in wearing a suit that didn’t cover every inch of my skin. I didn’t own many plain and unflattering outfits, and after seeing most of the women in the building, I realized I looked like a real fuddy-duddy. So I wore something more age-appropriate. My skirt went to the knee, and my blouse was a professional dress shirt buttoned up to the top of my cleavage. Then I tossed on my favorite pearl necklace and a few bangles on my wrists. I looked good, but I didn’t look like I was hoping he’d fuck me. I barely glossed my lips with a nude shine.
I got to the office first and was working on some of the emails he’d sent me the night before when he walked in. He stopped on a dime, just inside the office door, and stood there. I watched him take a deep breath and swallow hard. I wanted to smile at the way I’d caught him off guard, but then I remembered he had a reputation of fucking his assistants. So I frowned, and like that, his expression changed.
He barely said a curt, “Good morning,” before walking into his office and slamming the door a bit harder than he should have.
As much as I wanted him to want me, I didn’t want to be tossed out on the street without a job and with a broken spirit. It was starting to dawn on me that the feelings I had for him were more intense than I wanted. While I hadn’t been attracted to anyone before him, he’d been all over the previous assistants, fucking then firing them. I didn’t know how he could legally get away with it, but then again, men with power could make things happen.
It ended up being a super long day of me stupidly, anxiously waiting for him to come out of his office or call me in there. That didn’t happen though. He never asked to see me. Instead, he emailed me when he needed something.
I hated the loss of that dimpled smile I had gotten on occasion the first two days. Every one of his emails was curt and to the point. I felt as though I was being dismissed, but maybe that was for the best. I needed to stay away from him. He was a menace to any sense I’d had before I came here.
I’d kept my body under control and locked up for years, so what the hell had changed? The past two nights, I’d come home in a heated mess—a frenzy of pure lust. I’d touched myself like never before, and for the first time, I came from just my hand and visions of his bald head between my legs.
~~~~~
“What are you wearing?” he growled, looking at me from head to toe, and ended up focusing on my breasts. His expression was one of pure frustration, and his voice echoed his anger.
I didn’t know what he was talking about. “What’s
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