Chapter 7
There was truly no need to be this curt and rude to her. I mean, I didn’t think that I was this way to the others but given my desire to ensure that she quit on her own accord since, and according to Gloria, I was now officially on a dismissal ban for the next few months, I couldn’t think of any way to make this happen other than to be a dick.
Yet.
I soon found though, as she headed over to my side to pick up my cup, that it was quite easy to find several ways. For one, her perfume. It was absolutely intoxicating, seemingly of something with citrus and vanilla, and to say that it was distracting was a fucking understatement. It wasn’t overwhelming, though, but I didn’t need more things than her already stunning appearance to further endear her to me, so, I immediately gave my completely unnecessary comment.
“Your perfume... it”s too strong,” I commented, and she seemed to stop in her tracks. Her arm had been extended and just about to reach out for my cup, but now she had no choice but to stop and move away from me.
“I’m—I’m sorry,” she replied. “I’ll... I’ll change it.”
I took things one step further too far. “How about you just stop wearing perfume altogether? Is it necessary? Do you have any body odors you’re trying to conceal?”
At my words, even I was taken aback. I didn’t know whether to be startled or amused, and she also didn’t seem to know what to say either. She blinked long and hard, and then she looked at me with her eyes narrowed as though she was coming to a less than favorable conclusion about me in her mind. Her eyes, however, were so fucking gorgeous, I would have killed at that moment to know what she was thinking, and thus this enforced my will to kick her out. She was too damn distracting. Up till now, I didn’t think I had even thought about any of my secretary’s eyes. But from that very moment she had gotten out of the cab, I’d been drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
“Um...” She took a few steps backward as though she couldn’t quite decide on what to say to this, and I didn’t blame her. I also didn’t want to encourage her to try coming closer to me, so I picked up the cup and extended my hand out front.
“Please also refrain from coming to my side. The table isn”t that large; you can do whatever is needed with me from the front of it.”
“I just wanted to pick up—“ she started to defend herself, and although I knew exactly what she wanted to say, I sent her a sharp look of annoyance, and her lips instantly snapped shut. Pretty fucking lips. A blood red, pouty, perfectly shaped, inviting. I wanted to see them framed around my cock and oozing with my cum.
Shaking my head to dispel the image, I tried to return to work while she heeded my rebuke and moved away. She headed to the front of the desk and extended her hand to pick up the cup from in front of me, and I couldn’t help but look up once again, and then as when the swell of her breasts pushing up against her jacket caught my attention. This was a cardinal sin.
Once again, and as I noted, she was far from indecently dressed, but she was a bit more appealing now than she had been the previous day. Perhaps she had been trying to test the waters. I had noted immediately how impossible it was to cover up her figure despite how hard she had enviously tried, but now I guess she had put less effort into trying.
Truthfully, she looked as formally dressed as every other female staff member here. In a white skirt suit with a double-breasted blazer. Unless someone leaned especially close to peer down the jacket, her breasts were more or less completely hidden, but when she stretched in this way, there was no way anyone could miss the very gorgeous reminders that she was a woman and a dangerously attractive one at that.
I immediately refused to let slide, since the faster she got fed up and irritated with me, the quicker she would quit. So, instantly I addressed this as well.
”I don”t like the way you are dressed,” I commented, and her eyes shot wide open in shock. She grabbed the cup and immediately straightened, and then she looked down at her outfit. She really was incredibly appropriately dressed. A simple gold necklace surrounded her slender neck, and her skirt went way down to her knees. There was absolutely nothing to complain about, yet I was being a complete dick. At the hurt expression that passed her face, then, I couldn’t help but feel remorseful. However, this was for both our good. Be friendly with her, soften up, and in no time, she would end up sprawled across the table with my cock inside her. She had just escaped the jaws of an asshole boss that allowed his clients to sexually harass her, and I really didn”t think she wanted the same to be right here. I would never stoop so low as to do the same, but she was my secretary, and the last thing I wanted to be worried about was that I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from getting hard whenever she was around.
”Um...” she began again, and once more I had something to correct.
”Do you always start your sentences with ”um”?”
Once again, she froze, and then she took two steps backward as though I was pointing a pistol at her. She didn”t say a word. Instead, she nodded, and then she turned around and exited the office without a further word.