Chapter 7 Blanche
Chapter seven
“Are you sure? I love that Chanel skirt suit so much.”
“Absolutely. You don’t want them to think you’re just a floozy secretary in a tight skirt hoping to catch yourself an executive!
You’re a serious businesswoman at the beginning of your career.
The pants make your ass look just as good, if not better, than the skirt, anyway.
” Pam ends her spiel in favor of trousers for my first day of work, and I can’t argue with how well they highlight my curves.
“Fine, you win. But you and I both know I am a floozy secretary. Although, even I know not to mess around with anyone in the office. Can you imagine how awkward it would be when they inevitably wanted more, and I had to say no thanks, then see them at the water cooler the next week?” I shiver dramatically to prove my point.
I’ll be staying far away from all my coworkers, thank you very much.
She gives me a final once-over, pulling imaginary pieces of lint off my jacket and nodding with approval. “Are you still excited? Any nerves peeking through?”
“It’s all excitement now. I’m ready to get my foot in the door and see if I can put my degree to some use, at least. I should be around some high-powered, interesting characters, if nothing else.”
“And you’re not at all intimidated to work for Henry Sinclair Jr.?
” She eyes me shrewdly, no doubt thinking of the exploits we’ve heard about, if only as whispers in corners at society parties.
Debauchery, often fueled by illegal substances, and a penchant for keeping any recklessness out of the newspapers.
As long as the company remains successful, Henry Sinclair Sr. has been willing to condone his son’s behaviors thus far.
“Nope. He should be intimidated to have me working for him.” I smirk.
I didn’t meet him as planned during my interview because he was “indisposed.” Pam and I later found out this is corporate-speak for “massively hungover and possibly still high,” so today will be our first introduction.
With a last hug, I’m out the door, ready for the short walk to the office.
As I exit the elevator into the company's lobby, I’m glad my interview was in the actual office space.
If I hadn’t seen it before, I might have been intimidated by the sleek, modern style and the hustle and bustle of people moving quickly to start their week.
Hallways fan out from the center reception desk, with offices and meeting rooms featuring sweeping views of the city.
Walking to say hello to the receptionist before I make my way to my assigned workstation, I freeze.
It’s him.
Him.
The reason I have a scarf around my neck and why I’ve had to get myself off twice as often in the past couple of days as I usually would. The man who was supposed to be an anonymous hookup from the bar works in my office. Shit.
Maybe he’s just here visiting. That’s got to be it. He’s here visiting, and he’ll leave before he sees me, so this crisis can be averted.
“Blanche! Perfect timing. I was hoping to catch you before you got too settled in today.” I recognize Cindy, the head of HR who interviewed me, coming my way with sex god in tow. Please don’t recognize me.
“Mr. Sinclair, this is your new secretary extraordinaire, Blanche Bedford. We’ve already discussed her at length, and I think, given her résumé and personality, she’ll be just what you need.
Blanche, this is Henry Sinclair.” Cindy finishes her introductions and beams at us, oblivious to the tension in the air.
“Hello, Blanche,” Henry purrs. “I think you’re right, Cindy. I think Ms. Bedford will fill the hole that my last secretary left perfectly.”
“Wonderful! Well, I’ll leave you two to it. Blanche already knows where her workstation is, so you’ll just have to show her the ropes of exactly how you want things done. Just don’t break her in too hard! It’s her first time, after all!”
With that disgustingly ironic monologue, Cindy is off in a cloud of perfume, leaving my lecherous boss and me alone. Any hope I had that he wouldn't recognize me is out the window.
“Come, Ms. Bedford. Let me show you to my office, and we can discuss your…duties.”
Ugh, how does this asshole manage to make sleaziness sound sexy? Well, if he thinks he can gain the upper hand by flirting, if that’s what he’d call this, he has another thing coming. Following him into his office, I see another man already seated in one of the guest chairs at the desk.
“Ah, Carter. Good that you’re here. This is my new secretary, Blanche Bedford.”
The man stands, handsome but giving off a cold, harsh energy. He’s charming as he introduces himself, but he strikes me as someone I wouldn’t want to turn my back on.
“Hello, Ms. Bedford. I’m John Carter. I’m sure we’ll be seeing quite a lot of each other.”
“I don’t know, John. You might not be seeing as much of this one as you’d like.” Henry moves to the bar cart in the corner of his office and pours a healthy measure of brown liquid. I stand awkwardly just inside the door, waiting for him to get to the point of why I’m here.
“Don’t be that way. You’ve shared the last two, and you admitted it enhanced the experience.
Besides, this hellcat looks like she’d need more than one dick in her to be satisfied.
Especially with those curves. No way are two hands enough to squeeze all of that the way it’s meant to be squeezed.
” John eyes me up and down, the ice in his eyes from earlier transformed into heat, although no less harsh.
Henry chuckles. “I can attest to the fact that one dick is plenty for her. But it does take an exceptional one. I doubt anything less would do the job.”
“You’re kidding me. You fucked your new secretary before her first day? That’s a new record. You at least let the last one have lunch first before you broke her in.” John’s surprised glance makes Henry laugh harder.
“I think you’ll find, Mr. Carter, that I’m really not a woman to break. In any capacity.” This earns an appreciative tip of his glass, but Henry looks agitated at my sass.
“I do think it’ll be nice to have pussy on tap again, though.
It’s taken way too goddamn long to fill this position, and having to leave the office to fuck has been getting old.
You’ll have to start wearing skirts to work, honey.
Nothing too tight. I need to be able to flip them up easily.
The pants definitely won’t do. We won’t always have time for you to take them off and put them back on.
” Henry smirks, as if he’s expecting me to mouth off or take offense to his misogyny.
Unfortunately for me, I’m horny as hell thinking about him fucking me over his desk, even if I have no intention of letting this asshole have his way.
I slowly make my way to his desk, making a show of swaying my hips, and gently tug the scarf free from my neck. As soon as his eyes lock onto his mark on my neck, the tumbler in his hand falls to the floor with a thud.
“I don’t think you’re paying me quite enough for all of those services, Mr. Sinclair.
If Mr. Carter beats your price, perhaps I’ll perform them for him.
He seems like such a good boy.” I punctuate my sentence with a wink before pulling John’s glass from his hand and draining the rest of his liquor.
“But please do let me know when you’re ready to negotiate rates.
Otherwise, I’ll be at my desk settling in. ”
A last glimpse over my shoulder as I exit the office reveals a dumbfounded John and an intense Henry, a vein pulsing in his forehead, hands braced on his desk.
If that’s the best they’ve got, then they’ve met their match.
I won’t be intimidated out of my first job, and I won’t be fucking around at the office either, unless it’s on my terms. It’ll be easier for him to drop this game now and find someone else to sniff after.
Otherwise, there’s no telling the collateral damage we’ll cause.