Hart’s Desires (Volume One – The First Day) (Hart's Desires) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Ana Vela
table, completely naked, with Paul hovering above me. I couldn’t help but smile at the dirty thought.
On the left were a number of desks. I pictured his entourage of staff filling them earlier, phones ringing, papers bustling. This was where the real action took pace, I imagined.
At the far end stood two dark colored oak doors with his name on the door in brass lettering. The door was closed, but unlocked.
Maybe I should’ve left it at the desk. The next room was also empty. I pictured security watching the video cameras and sending someone up after me.
“Hello? I have a package for Mr. Hart.” I said, raising my voice slightly, in the hopes that someone may be around. No one answered me.
At first I thought the vast room was his office, but then I saw another set of doors. This time they were unmarked.
I knew I should just have left the package on this desk, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see what his office looked like.
I heard voices on the other side of the door and I grinned. One a male voice, definitely Paul. The other female, probably his secretary. I would get one more chance to see Paul today after all. My little journey was worth it.
I pushed open the door, knocking as I did. “I have a same day delivery package for Mr. Hart. I thought it might be important, so I brought it up.”
I expected to see Paul giving directions to his secretary. Instead, I saw Samantha on her knees. Her dress lay on the floor between them and me. Her bra half on, her perky breasts and light pink nipples pointed at him. Her bright pink, almost neon colored lips attached to his cock. Paul stood in front of her. It didn’t take me long to figure out what she was doing. They froze. I froze. I didn’t know what to say or do. Was this real?
“What are you doing here??” Samantha jumped back and screeched.
“I, I um. I was just dropping off this.” I held the package up for everyone to see. “I’m. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” My heart pounded. My cheeks turned red. Between my legs, a desire developed. I had never felt so much fear and sensual excitement at the same time. I wanted to run away and pretend I had never been in this office. Yet at the same time, I wanted to get on my knees and join Samantha. I couldn’t help but to look at his thick, swollen manhood, glistening with her saliva. What was I thinking? I wasn’t that kind of girl, especially not with a man I just met; a man who I never even had a chance of dating. I started to back up.
“Shut the door,” Paul said, with a stern, strong voice. This wasn’t the same Paul that I had talked to earlier in the day. He looked with at me with fire in his eyes, not as an employer, but as someone out to protect anything from damaging his reputation.
My feet stumbled together, but I kept moving back. “I’m sorry. I was never here.”
Before I could get the three feet back to the door, Paul pulled up his pants and raced to the door. He got there first and slammed shut it behind me. My stomach dropped. He looked down at me. This couldn’t end well. I watched him as he locked the door. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the center of the room. He took the package out of my hand and flung it on to a smaller version of the conference table outside of his office.
I stood next to the kneeling Samantha and only now did I notice that he had tied her hands together behind her back. The bright colors of his tie were hard to miss. “I thought you locked the door.” He said, looking at her.
“I thought you did,” Samantha no longer sounded like the strong, confident woman or even the bitchy coworker from earlier. “I’m so sorry.”
He looked towards me. What had I gotten myself into? Why did I have to be so curious? Why did I have to see him one more time? I hope you’re happy, I told myself. You’re going to get fired, at the very least.
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On the left were a number of desks. I pictured his entourage of staff filling them earlier, phones ringing, papers bustling. This was where the real action took pace, I imagined.
At the far end stood two dark colored oak doors with his name on the door in brass lettering. The door was closed, but unlocked.
Maybe I should’ve left it at the desk. The next room was also empty. I pictured security watching the video cameras and sending someone up after me.
“Hello? I have a package for Mr. Hart.” I said, raising my voice slightly, in the hopes that someone may be around. No one answered me.
At first I thought the vast room was his office, but then I saw another set of doors. This time they were unmarked.
I knew I should just have left the package on this desk, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see what his office looked like.
I heard voices on the other side of the door and I grinned. One a male voice, definitely Paul. The other female, probably his secretary. I would get one more chance to see Paul today after all. My little journey was worth it.
I pushed open the door, knocking as I did. “I have a same day delivery package for Mr. Hart. I thought it might be important, so I brought it up.”
I expected to see Paul giving directions to his secretary. Instead, I saw Samantha on her knees. Her dress lay on the floor between them and me. Her bra half on, her perky breasts and light pink nipples pointed at him. Her bright pink, almost neon colored lips attached to his cock. Paul stood in front of her. It didn’t take me long to figure out what she was doing. They froze. I froze. I didn’t know what to say or do. Was this real?
“What are you doing here??” Samantha jumped back and screeched.
“I, I um. I was just dropping off this.” I held the package up for everyone to see. “I’m. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” My heart pounded. My cheeks turned red. Between my legs, a desire developed. I had never felt so much fear and sensual excitement at the same time. I wanted to run away and pretend I had never been in this office. Yet at the same time, I wanted to get on my knees and join Samantha. I couldn’t help but to look at his thick, swollen manhood, glistening with her saliva. What was I thinking? I wasn’t that kind of girl, especially not with a man I just met; a man who I never even had a chance of dating. I started to back up.
“Shut the door,” Paul said, with a stern, strong voice. This wasn’t the same Paul that I had talked to earlier in the day. He looked with at me with fire in his eyes, not as an employer, but as someone out to protect anything from damaging his reputation.
My feet stumbled together, but I kept moving back. “I’m sorry. I was never here.”
Before I could get the three feet back to the door, Paul pulled up his pants and raced to the door. He got there first and slammed shut it behind me. My stomach dropped. He looked down at me. This couldn’t end well. I watched him as he locked the door. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the center of the room. He took the package out of my hand and flung it on to a smaller version of the conference table outside of his office.
I stood next to the kneeling Samantha and only now did I notice that he had tied her hands together behind her back. The bright colors of his tie were hard to miss. “I thought you locked the door.” He said, looking at her.
“I thought you did,” Samantha no longer sounded like the strong, confident woman or even the bitchy coworker from earlier. “I’m so sorry.”
He looked towards me. What had I gotten myself into? Why did I have to be so curious? Why did I have to see him one more time? I hope you’re happy, I told myself. You’re going to get fired, at the very least.
“Page seven of your new hire
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