Chapter 18
“How is she doing?” John asked.
I was way too preoccupied at first with the contract he had brought me to read, so there was no way I was going to respond to this, much less process it. When I was done, however, and put the document down, I met his smile.
“It’s pretty good,” I said, and he smiled.
“She’s pretty good?”
My brows narrowed as I wondered who he was talking about.
“Your new secretary,” he replied. “She sure brings an ethereal appeal to your office; I’m not going to lie. How about we trade? Sandra for Hannah?”
“They’re chattel now to you? Not human beings?”
“Come on, lighten up.”
“What would you do to her even if we traded?”
“Who knows?” he asked. “We might fall in love, get married?”
“Under duress? That’s kidnapping?”
He laughed out loud at this.
“How the fuck would it be under duress? She would also fall in love with me as well. I’m pretty charming.”
“Not at fifty,” I replied. “Maybe five years ago, but now you’re in your golden years, and gold is never charming.”
“Well, she’s a classy-looking woman,” he said. “Maybe gold is what she likes.”
I stopped talking about this and brought out a pen to sign my signature with.
“I’m serious though,” he said. “If you have no interest in her, maybe I can try my hand? She’s gorgeous.”
“Leave her alone,” I said. “She’s just getting the ropes of her job. Gloria has put me on a dismissal ban for the next three months at least, so please allow me my peace.”
“Haven’t you always been on a dismissal ban?” he asked, amused. “And haven’t you always ignored it anyway and just done whatever the fuck you want, much to her frustration?”
“Right,” I replied and shifted the contract over to him. “Done.”
“Thanks,” he said and rose to his feet.
However, before he left, he stopped and reminded me, “Did you get Cohen’s nomination for Junior partner? George’s name is up.”
“No,” I said, and he laughed.
“It must be a special kind of torture for anyone to work with you.”
“I’m immensely gracious,” I said, “but George is not ready for it nor does he deserve it. He nearly lost us Gary this week by being so rude to him.”
“The alcoholic Gary?” he asked.
“Yes, the billionaire alcoholic Gary whose payments to this firm are enough to cover everyone”s salary for at least six months. Yes, that Gary.”
“Fine, but at least speak to the kid nicely when you tell him why you’re not in support.”
“If he doesn’t agree with my refusal, then he can find someone else to work for.”
“You know he’ll never do that. He’s an ace now because of you and only like what? The second lawyer you’ve chosen to work with in the entire firm. He’s loyal and won’t go anywhere but cut the kid some slack.”
At his words, I returned my attention to my screen, and he rose to his feet to leave. As he did, I couldn’t help but briefly think about the woman he had mentioned. Did I truly have no interest in pursuing anything with her? Over the past few days, since I had settled in my heart that I would like to be just a bit more tolerable to see if she could catch up and things could work out between us, I had all but put the possibility out of my mind. But, as I watched her excel and improve, it was becoming more and more difficult for me not to be impressed by her growth.
She was a quick learner, and at every point when she was at her desk, I knew she was occupied in knowing what was needed. She was constantly with a voice recorder and was so pleasant to my clients I was becoming suspicious at the rate of personal interest. Unfortunately, this also came with some direct and indirect propositions which I promptly shut down. Sometimes I wondered if it was right to do that; after all, she could very well choose who she wanted to go out with on her own.
However, when considering the harassment from her previous employment, I absolutely did not want that to be the case in any way when she worked with me.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and knowing it was her, I paid extra attention to the proposed inheritance division prepared by George from a recent battle between a client’s family members.
She came in quietly, and I knew she was coming to refresh my coffee. She knew now the exact brand that I liked and that I couldn’t have too many cups of it a day, so she knew to water it down a little to prevent my migraine from flaring up.
I looked at the tray as she set it down and was surprised to see it since we had had this conversation in the past. What I found, though, was a transparent liquid next to it, and inside were the dried flowers.
“What is that?” I asked.
“Chrysanthemum tea,” she replied. “I thought perhaps it would do you some good as an afternoon pick-me-up. It always does wonders for me.”
As usual, I was ready to ignore it, but that was until I saw what she had on. I tried my very best to keep my eyes away from her body, but it was hard not to notice now just how full her breasts were as they pressed against the Japanese-style buttoned-up shirt she had on.
She was incredibly decently dressed, but once again, I was convinced that buttoning up in this way was more of a fucking turn on than when she dressed normally and exposed the skin of her chest. She noticed my perusal, and her hand went to her chest.
“Is this inappropriate?” she asked. “I decided on it because of the meeting with your guests at dinner.”
“The Japanese men?” I asked, and she nodded.
I looked away because sure, it was for them, but I was now all of a sudden hard.
“There’s no need for things like this,” I told her. “Just be prompt and proactive, and all will be well.”
“Alright, sir,” she replied and turned around to leave, and I couldn’t help but admit that I was being unnecessarily mean.
I lifted my gaze as she walked out and couldn’t help but notice how her skirt hugged her hips, and I set the fucking document down. She stopped, startled at my distraction, and I could feel the frustration mounting. This was definitely a terrible idea.
What was it about her that my cock just couldn’t stop paying attention to? She shut the door, and I looked down to the strain across my pants. What a fucking pathetic distraction. But all I could think about was my cock between her breasts. I wondered what her lips tasted like... wondered just how tightly her pussy would grip me if I ever got the chance to enter her. My head fell back against the chair as my breathing came harder, and I couldn’t help but feel fucking sorry for myself. I felt as though I was being harassed.
Once again, I considered proposing the relationship I envisioned with her, however, her past made this close to impossible, and there was no way to stop things from becoming awkward if she rejected me. Then I would definitely have to transfer her somewhere else, or she might quit and advertise to the world that all men were indeed pigs.
I was inclined to accept the label though, if it meant that she could be on her knees at this moment with my cock in her mouth. Sighing, I put on some fucking ocean waves sound and took the five minutes needed to get my head screwed back on tight and all the blood in my dick directed back to my brain.