CHAPTER 6: SECRETARY

IZZY'S POV,

Jasper's secretary asked, almost running out of her desk to get in front of me when she saw me making my way towards his office. She was wearing a knee-length pencil skirt with a pair of matching heels and an off-white blouse that had her cleavage on display for people who didn't even want to look. The shirt was a few sizes too tight, and made me wonder if she could even breathe comfortably.

I was being reckless, there was no doubt about that, but the way she said that line to me almost felt offensive. She knew who I was, we had met before on multiple occasions, yet she was acting like she didn't know me. Apart from that, she was the secretary of one of the biggest businessmen in the country, and one would assume she, out of anyone else in the office, should have known how to talk to a guest.

“I am here to see Jasper, it's important,” I said, matching her bitchy tone, and in a commanding voice ordered, “So, can you move to the side?”

“Huh?” She stepped closer to me, acting like she didn't hear me, or was giving me a second chance to take back my words. “What did you just say?”

“MOVE!” I screamed, loud enough that some of the people around us stopped to look in our direction. “Is it loud enough for you or should I repeat again?”

I knew I was being a bitch, but she was the one who started it when she talked to me like I was a pest, ruining the aesthetic of the office. She was irritating, and the urge to punch her in the face was very tempting. I was holding myself back because the day had already been a disaster, and I wasn't looking for more trouble.

“I am going to call security,” she warned, and that made me laugh because even she knew it wouldn't end well for her.

“Call them and I'll break your nose.” I was ready to push her and make a run for it when the door to Jasper's office opened and he walked out.

He was wearing a pair of grey, tight-fitting trousers and a purple shirt that looked really nice on him. It hugged his body perfectly and highlighted his muscular chest and broad shoulders. Just looking at him reminded me of our morning together, and how he was rubbing himself against me.

“What is going on here?” he asked, not realizing that it was me with his secretary.

“Mr. Black, this woman suddenly showed up—”

“Elizabeth!” Jasper exclaimed when he saw me. His eyes widened in shock and he looked around to make sure he wasn't dreaming. I was kind of impressed by it because it meant he was thinking about me enough to assume I might be a fragment of his imagination. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you, but it looks like your secretary has an attitude problem,” I glared at the woman, who completely transitioned from a devil to an angel right in front of my eyes. Her facial expressions, the tone of her voice, and even the way she was standing; everything was different from before.

“Sir I—”

“Come inside, Elizabeth.” He held the door open for me and I didn't forget to blow a kiss at the secretary, looking her up and down when I passed her. “What is going on? What brought you to my office? Is everything right?”

He asked after closing the door behind us, to give us some privacy.

Instead of answering him, I looked around the office, trying to gather my thoughts. His office was bigger than Tyler's, which was two floors below in the same building. The room also had two different sitting areas, an entire wall filled with books and documents, and the other side was completely glass, bringing tons of sunlight.

“You have a very nice office. I liked the layout and the way you've decorated the room.”

“Thank you, but that's not what I asked.” He was standing a few steps away from the door; his arms were folded, and his eyes were following my every movement. “What brought you to me?”

“I know,” I answered, turning to look at him and giving him an awkward smile.

I had spent the whole ride trying to think of a way to tell him the truth without sounding like an ass, but I couldn't come up with anything, so in the end, I decided to lie. I was giving my brain a last shot to cook something interesting, but when I couldn't come up with anything that would work, I went with the lie.

“So? What brought you here?” he repeated the question once again.

“You!” I started walking towards him slowly. “I tried so hard to not think about you, to not pay attention to what you said, but I couldn't stop your voice in my ears—whispering that you liked me for years.”

“Elizabeth…” he moaned when I rubbed my hand over his junk.

I was standing just inches away from him, contemplating whether I was ready or not. That's when I got a whiff of his cologne and grabbed his hands, pulling them away from his chest and pressing myself against him. He stepped back till his back was pressed against the wooden door, and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer roughly.

“I-I… I can't help but think about you and how you made me feel last night,” I didn't even remember the night, but I could see my words were having the desirable effect on him. “I want to feel like that again. My body wants it. I want it.”

Just as I completed my sentence, he grabbed my chin and tilted my face up so that our lips could meet in a passionate kiss. I was shocked at first, not expecting it, but the warmth of his mouth and the tenderness of his lips made me move in sync with him. Though, he didn't need me to do anything, because he was dominating my mouth.

I didn't even try to fight, I let him familiarise himself with the geometry of my mouth.

“I will show you the world you haven't seen, Elizabeth,” he said when we pulled to breathe. Our foreheads were touching, as we both fought for oxygen. “I am going to love you the way no one has ever loved you.”

I chuckled, not knowing what he meant and ran my hand over his body, trying to feel his muscles. He didn't stop me from doing it. Instead, he grabbed my ass and played with it while getting control over my lips again.

I didn't feel guilty about it this time and was finally enjoying myself. In fact, I wanted to go further than that.

As his boner rubbed against my stomach, when he pressed our bodies together, I got the right idea. When we pulled from the kiss this time, I got on my knees, leading this time instead of following after him. I decided that I wasn't going to think about it, and instead pressed my mouth against the fabric of his trousers, kissing and licking along the outline of his growing manhood.

He moaned when I reached for his trousers and pulled them down with his briefs.