Chapter 6
Troy
I tried to keep my wits about me as Monica sat looking somehow even more delectable than the night before. The cream suit brought out her olive skin and hugged her in all the right places. Her dark hair was down and in bouncy waves just past her shoulders. She carefully tucked it behind one ear as her caramel eyes avoided mine. I didn’t mind. It gave me more time to look at her. To take her all in. To take all of this in.
I was totally screwed. That much was for certain. My father had already warned me that if I slept with another personal assistant, he would take full ownership of the firm. Because it was a subsidiary, he had full rights to.
He had no proof I had ever slept with any of my assistants, but the rumors swirled and he caught wind of it. Probably thanks to Kathy. I never denied my sexual encounters, but I never admitted to them either. They were just flings. Nothing serious. Just a bit of fun. All consensual. They were always willing, if not eager. It was hard not to get close to someone you spent so much time with and who knew the ins and outs of most of your life.
Plus, Kathy always seemed to hire the hot ones. It was like she did it on purpose. Like she had it out for me.
Serena, my last assistant, had been unexpected. She played hard to get for a while. I assumed she wasn’t interested after the first few months of takeout and late nights in my office. She had said she had a boyfriend, so I dropped my coy advances and stuck to business. As best I could. I am a man and she was a natural blonde with perky breasts that she let peek out of her blouses in a way that made you want just a little more. She always caught my wandering eye, but never hassled me for it. She seemed proud of it.
Kathy seemed both pleased and disappointed that she had found an assistant who stuck to work and resisted my gentle advances. But then one late night, Serena was emotional and talking about how her boyfriend broke up with her. I consoled her with a hug, and she took it further by putting her mouth on mine and then other places. Right here in this office.
I was happy to be a rebound for her, and her pleasure-filled moans told me she was happy too. But over time, she grew attached and wanted more from me. Things I couldn’t give her, like the stability of a relationship. I told her that from the very beginning, right before she pushed me onto this desk chair and straddled me. She knew it would never turn into anything. Still, she got it in her pretty, young head that she could change me.
She couldn’t. Things got complicated, which was why she quit and moved away. And why Monica sat before me ready to take her place.
This was a different sort of predicament. How was I to know my new personal assistant would be someone I had already slept with? I couldn’t technically get in trouble for that. But I could get in trouble for the thoughts running through my head right now with Monica sitting in front of me.
I couldn’t help but glance at the small amount of cleavage that protruded from under her suit jacket or the way her skirt rode up as she crossed her smooth legs. Those black heels did wonders for her, and I imagined what she would look like standing in them with nothing else on.
The torturous fact was that I had already seen her. Explored every inch of her with my eyes, my hands, my mouth. I knew what she tasted like. I knew what she sounded like when she moaned. I knew what she felt like around me. These thoughts made me hard against my slacks and I was glad we had this desk between us.
A desk I would gladly take her on right here. Right now.
She shifted in her seat and I knew I had to say something.
“I’m surprised to see you again,” I said, leaning back in my chair and waiting for her to meet my gaze.
No such luck.
“I would have hoped I would have seen you when I woke up this morning,” I added.
That got her.
Her brown eyes looked up suddenly, catching mine. “I-I’m sorry…” she stammered.
I held my hand up and shook my head. “It’s okay. I know how a one-night stand works.”
“Well, I don’t,” she said, chewing on the inside of her cheek.
This surprised me. She seemed so confident at the bar. She was the one who invited me to leave with her. Now I found out this was all foreign territory for her. A part of me felt relief, because thinking of her with someone else made my jealousy turn its ugly head. She was doing wonders for my ego telling me I was her first.
“I’m not sure what came over me,” she said softly, looking down at the ground.
“Whatever it was, I’m glad it did.”
“And then this morning I woke up in your bed and panicked. I didn’t want to be late for work.”
“And then you found yourself here…” I looked around my office and back to her.
“You were the last person I expected to meet today,” she admitted, biting her lip nervously.
My eyes fell to her fleshy pout and I licked my lips with desire. Did she know how fucking sexy she was? Did she know what that did to me? I showed her last night up against the window, putting on a show for the whole city to see. I swore I could still feel her trembling around me as I released into her. My cock throbbed slightly.
She caught me staring and released her lip from her teeth’s grasp. Her cheeks turned a rosy shade of pink. She remembered.
“What do we do now?” she asked.
“Well, I think it’s best we pretend last night didn’t happen.”
“Agreed.” She nodded.
I was a little disappointed by how quickly she agreed to that, but it was for the best. Even though I wasn’t sure how I was going to pretend nothing happened when I knew how good it felt inside her. I wasn’t going to forget that anytime soon, especially when she was dangled in front of me like a goddamn carrot. But I didn’t want to risk losing my firm with my father annoyingly micromanaging me. Plus, Kathy would sense something was up. It already seemed like she did.
“Glad we’re on the same page,” I said, wondering if we actually were.
“So, what would you like me to do for you?” she asked, sitting up a little straighter as if to show she meant business.
But the words brought me back to last night at the edge of my bed when she asked those same words on her knees. I hadn’t expected to go again so quickly after our romp against the window, but after lying breathless on the hardwood floor for a few quiet moments, our mouths found each other again and we stumbled to the bedroom. She was hard to resist.
Especially when she took control. She had shoved me on the bed and looked at me with eyes that whispered with an intimacy all the things she wanted to do to me. So I let her. I let her slide those luscious lips down my length, shivering as I felt her tongue run against the underside. She took me all in as I gripped the sheets until my knuckles turned white, her eyes never leaving mine.
How the hell was I going to get that image out of my head?
“Um, I don’t have anything I need right now,” I said, internally shaking my head free of the memory of her mouth around me.
I did need something, but it was something I couldn’t have. If I kept thinking about it, there was no stopping me from shoving all of this paperwork off of my desk and pulling her on top of it.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
I nodded as I adjusted uncomfortably in my seat, my erection standing tall under the cover of my desk.
“I actually have an afternoon meeting,” I lied, “So you’re free to go. It’s nearly five anyway.”
I needed her out of my office so I could sort myself out.
She nodded and stood from her seat. She waited for a moment as if waiting for me to stand too. I wished I could to shake her hand, but that would be impossible in my current state. I just gave her an awkward single nod and watched as she turned toward the door, my eyes immediately dropping to her backside. I couldn’t help it. It looked even more luscious in the cream fabric of her well-fitted skirt.
When she shut the door gently behind her, I let out a deep breath. I had to get it together. We would be working together for the unforeseeable future. I couldn’t let my arousal get in the way of our business relationship.
There was a knock at my door and I wondered if she had forgotten something. Or if she was back for round three.
“Come in,” I said with too much eagerness.
My hopes deflated as Kathy popped her head in.
“How did it go?” she asked.
“Good. She seems very capable,” I said.
And she was. From what I knew outside of the office.
“She hasn’t been a personal assistant in a few years,” said Kathy, with a hint of warning in her tone.
“It can’t be that hard,” I said.
She raised an eyebrow and looked at me unconvinced.
“Oh, come on, Kathy. Give her a chance,” I said with a shrug.
She rolled her eyes as she stepped out and closed the door behind her. I knew she was going to have an extra watchful eye on Monica, which meant there really could be no funny business between us. This was my last chance to prove to my father that I could do this. That I deserved this.
The disappointment of seeing Kathy at my door had not only deflated my hopes, but also my erection. I was safe to leave now. I grabbed my briefcase and headed for the door. As I stepped into the hallway, I spotted Monica at her desk just across the way from my office. She was getting her things organized, unaware of my presence.
I watched her for a moment as she stacked papers and organized the drawer of her desk. Her face was one of concentration as she leaned down and looked at her computer, reading something on the screen. She pulled her hair to one side as she read, revealing her long neck where I had left an invisible trail of kisses. She really was a knockout.
I quietly turned and continued down the hallway toward the elevators. The whole cab ride home, I thought about Monica and how eager I was to see her again the next morning. It would be torture, but at least she wouldn’t be a stranger.
When I got home, I fell face-first onto my bed with a groan. Today had been an unexpected one and my brain was stirring. The smell of jasmine and sweet sweat filled my lungs as I breathed in deep. The slideshow of the night before flashed through my head instinctively. I closed my eyes and tried to shut them out, but it was no use. I sighed frustratedly as I walked to the bathroom. I needed a freezing cold shower.
This was going to be a hard situation, in more ways than one.