Paige stood in front of the mirror and knew this was not going to work out well. The dryer had completely ruined her outfit, and she was left with one white blouse that one could easily see-through and a short pencil shirt that she would have to be careful of doing anything still left in her closet. She didn’t even have a clean bra to wear, which just added to her dilemma. So her already large chest was going to be bouncing around every which way but that with the combo of the shirt, someone could easily see her dusky colored nipples. This was not the way to start off her job with the new boss. She was about ready to cry when she remembered a blazer that she had in the back of the closet. That would help some of her problems.
She started out the door when she turned locked her door and saw one of her neighbors. The creepy one who always stared. She wondered to herself if she was making an impression that she was strong-minded or
“What were you talking about that you picked me for this job?” she asked when she could finally catch her breath and have a coherent thought again. She had spent years doing this job with no one ever looking at her the way that he just had though her rise through the ranks had garnered some comments like, “She had spent a lot of time on her knees.” Or “She is better on her back then in the chair.” She had ignored them, but now she was wondering if her frustration and him being him led her to do the entirely wrong thing. This was the man who was supposed to enforce the rules about certain interactions and fraternization.“Paige, I have been watching everyone. That is my job. Though some of the other assistants have found ways to get around the company’s rules, you have not. Do you know how I got this position? It was quite easy, really. It was by reporting on everyone who works here and their ability t
He led her to the underground parking lot through the set of elevator doors that only the top level of management could use. Even the garage with the rows of what seemed to be brand new cars. She had never seen cars that were that shiny without being at a dealership before. “So, tell me about yourself.” He broke the silence as he finally reached what seemed to be his car. He unlocked the doors and opened hers for her to get in. She got in and had less than thirty seconds to think as he walked around the car slowly.“What do you want to know?” she asked when he got into the car with the movements much like a large predatory way about him. Knowing that he knew her personal file already. That was his job to know things about people to give the brass leverage when it was needed.“Anything.” He replied as he backed out of the parking spot. “I know anything that is in the file, but I don&rsqu
One by one, each item that was covering her body was making a pile on the floor. “Seriously? Here?” she hissed as his hand made quick work of her clothes.“This is honestly the perfect place. Trust me, this isn’t a first, nor is it the last for something to happen in these dressing rooms.” He said softly. She was completely bare to him by the time he had shrugged of his shirt. He looked over at the pile of items he had brought and knew he didn’t really ever need to see her in them. He thought they were good and well designed. He knew just looking at her was enough to turn his cock hard. Working with her was going to be near impossible for him, but that was his own choosing. He wanted her the first time he saw her. That only grew until she was in front of him, and her wardrobe malfunction gave his mind the one chance to get her with him.His hand ran down her back and gripped her ass. He pulled her closer to him. H
As they went in the building, the back way with the bags of things from his car leaving a few in his trunk because they both knew they would run into a few people on the way up and bags from the exclusive intimate appeal store might raise a few eyebrows. Paige was glad to have thrown one outfit into the bags they were bringing up, so she could change when they got to the office. Though her day was mostly shot already. She knew she couldn’t think still.She honestly didn’t know if she had any brain function left to do actual work. Luckily he was right about the fact no one expected them to work today or too much in the next week. He had no meeting scheduled at all until the middle of the following week. That led her to believe it would be the two of them in the office alone for most of that time. She wondered if she would ever be able to think again.Moving into this office was going to be a huge step for him. Though his job
As the day progressed into the late afternoon, the two people in the office moved around it to make it seem like he had always been there, and this wasn’t new. He watched her as she helped him unpack his boxes from the other office, which was smaller and more to his tastes in the first place. He didn’t like to be seen to much. It was better for him if he wasn't. This office was higher up. It was where the management was. It was closer to the top levels he wanted to avoid as well.It was also about four times the size of his last one. He never had to think about how to fill that space. Now he was left with huge areas of the blank office that screamed for something. He had no idea what that something was, though. He hoped she would. He wasn’t lying when he had said he had been told he had a horrible taste when it came to things. He had been, numerous times throughout his life.“What else does it need?” he asked as
“When did they say it would be here?” Milo asked as he looked over to her, sitting on the couch, about an hour later. He was trying to get her speaking again as she had gone silent. Though he didn’t mind the silence in the room, he found it odd that she didn’t. She did seem completely focused on whatever she was doing.“Tomorrow.” She replied without looking up. “I will be here in the morning, so I can wait for the packages.”“We will both here in the morning.” He said with a chuckle. “Though I work mostly at night, I do keep normal hours for the most part. That is probably the point of the old man and this couch. At least he knows I will have a comfortable place to sleep.”“Well, I mean, you do go home.” She said again, not looking up at him. He began to wonder what she was doing over there and what she was looking at.“Not really.” He stated as
“Where is this errand you have to run?” Paige asked as they headed onto the highway leading out of the city.“Somewhere nearby.” He replied as he continued to drive without explaining anything.“You are not telling me on purpose, aren’t you?” She asked with a laugh.“I am afraid of your reaction when I do tell you, so I will let it sit for a bit.” He replied without saying anything more.“My reaction?” She questioned. She was now even more curious as to what he was going on about when it came to this errand he had to run that seemed to pop up out of the blue. He had nothing on his schedule that she knew of. She checked it before they left.“You will understand when you see it.” He said and then was almost chewing on his lip to keep himself from saying anything else. She looked at him and then shook her head, knowing he was going to keep his mouth shut until
On the car ride back to the city, they both were quiet. They were both thinking of everything they needed to do to prepare for the house. Milo was thinking of the bank transfer and the major things, whereas Paige was thinking of the things that would make it a home. It was still a concept to her; it had not sunk in that this man just bought a house because they both needed to move. She looked over to him and saw the look on his face. He was happy on the surface. He was thrilled as they hammered out all the details of the quick sale with the realtor. Everything seemed to be going to his plan. She didn’t know what that plan was, though, and that made her think.“Milo?” she broke the silence with her question.“What, sweetheart?” he responded without looking over to her. He somehow knew what she was going to ask without even putting too much thought into it.“You said earlier that you don’t ever