I hadn’t worked in a real office for how long?
I came in nervous as hell and all I could think about was my mom and brother at home,. only to find my boss kissing the CFO!
Sure, it was none of my business, and if he’s that way inclined then sure, it’s no issue. I did spot a wedding ring on the CFO’s hand, but not on Ross’s. I just thought it was a bit strange because in the last email I got from Scarlett, she told me that she was marrying Mr. Hamilton.
Maybe he swings both ways?
He wouldn’t be the first. I just hope that Scarlett wasn’t too upset that she had to share him. Then again, maybe that was the reason he needed me in the office, Scarlett had caught him with another man and had to take some time off to come to grips with it. I emailed her after getting his email asking for me to come to the office, but she never replied.
“I came in at seven like you said and I signed the contract.” I tried not to look at him to distract myself from what I’d seen when I came into the room, but it was so damn hard.
I was here for one reason alone.
To work.
Even if the man had a reputation, he was getting married to Scarlett. She even sent me an email telling me to save the date. I could see why she was excited to marry him. He made me weak at the knees the way that he stared at me with his piercing hazel eyes that leaned more towards brown, as I came into his office. But, as he drew closer, I saw that they appeared to be greener. He had on a dark black suit, with a black shirt and silver tie. His tanned complexion and square jawline hinted at good health and time spent outdoors. He didn’t look his age one bit. I’d seen him on the cover of Forbes magazine where he appeared to be more mature, older, more somber than he did in real life. I hated the idea of being immediately attracted to him, but I felt as if I’d lost all my senses as I stared back at him in a trance.
He walked over to me and towered over me with his six-foot two height, and I forgot every thought I’d had about what I planned to say next..
“Nice, I mean good…I didn’t…you’re Olivia, right?” he asked. His cologne lingered in my nose and could the warm spicy scent made something in me melt. I couldn’t get it out of my mind as he spoke. I was watching his lips move and the only thing that I was focusing on was his tongue as it moved against sensually full lips.
“Olivia, the virtual assistant?”
I nodded but then I needed to do something more than nod as he extended his hand. I didn’t want to shake it. I didn’t even want to be in the same room as him.
“I’ve seen your feet,” he blurted out as I shook his hand.
“What?” I blurted out as if he’d woken me up from a deep sleep.
“Sorry, I was just thinking out loud”
“About my feet?”
Now, this whole thing was just strange, first the man was kissing the CFO and now he was referring to my feet.
“Your blog. Your feet were on there.”
“So, they were…”
I didn’t know what was going on here. I wondered if I was stuck in an episode of the Twilight Zone or something. My hand was still in his and now he was stroking it.
“I saw your hands too.”
Now he was freaking me out.
My phone was ringing, so I quickly ran out of his office. I mouthed “Excuse me” and he simply nodded.
I knew that there was only one person that could be calling me at that time in the morning. My brother.
“Brett what is it?”
“Oh, Olivia I don’t know if I can do this.”
I took a deep breath to calm myself. My heart was beating out of control and I wanted to scream at him. What did he fucking mean?
“What?”
“I get here and she doesn’t even recognize me.” My brother whined to me and I wanted to smack him. Really hard.
This was my day practically every day. She didn’t know who I was, she didn’t want me near her, but then she’d come out of the fog and all would be right again. Why did he think I should be the only one to have to deal with this shit?
“Then I fed her, once I’d calmed her down I might add, and she gets angry and throws the food at me,” he said and I tried to stamp down on my agitation.
What does he mean that he fed her? She wasn’t a dog! I’d never fed Mom. I put her meal in front of her and she ate by herself.
“What did you give her?” I meant to ask what he meant by, fed her? Now wasn’t the time or place for that, though. I’d do it later.
“Oh, I went to McDonald’s and got her a breakfast. Pancakes and syrup.”
What the hell? He left her by herself to go to McDonald’s? No wonder she threw it at him. I would have done the same. He couldn’t make it himself?
“Did you take her with you?” I asked giving him the benefit of the doubt.
“No.” He sputtered, as if he was offended by my question.
“So, you left her alone?” I couldn’t help the growl of anger that came out with the question.
“Sure. She seemed fine when I got here this morning.” He whined some more. It was always the same thing with him. Defensiveness and whining, two things I hated with a passion.
She’d been fine when he got there because she was sleeping. I was kind of surprised that he’d managed to get her up and had gone to McDonald’s in the time since I’d left to go to work. That had taken me twenty minutes, so he must have worked fast. . Then again, there was a McDonald’s five minutes’ walk from the house.
“Anyway, it’s all under control. I mean it was pretty selfish of you to expect me to come here and do all this. After all, I have a job too. Sure, it’s only on the weekends, but I need the week to rest up before I go to work, so I spoke to Aunt Veronica. She’s on her way. She can do it. Just telling you so that when you get home and you see her here, you don’t get pissed. Bye.”
The words were rolling of his tongue so fucking fast that I could barely register it all. What did he mean he’d called Aunt Veronica? He was bailing on our mom. Our mom? What the fuck was wrong with him? I tried to stay calm, though, I didn’t want him to leave her there on her own. “Brett? Hello? Brett, are you there?”
But it was too late. He’d already hung up on me.
That lowlife asshole. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe through the anger, but nothing helped. How could he be such a…child?
“Olivia?” Ross asked and put his hand on my shoulder.
I was standing outside his office, still trying to calm down from the call. I nearly had a heart attack because no one else was around to care for Mom. All I could think about was the fact that Brett had left and Aunt Veronica was on her way, which in a way was a good thing. I could have asked her in the first place, but Mom raised us both as a single mom and over the last three years, I'd only asked Brett to look after Mom once. Just once. Never had I put pressure on him. There was a ten-year age gap between us, and I did think that it was too much to ask him to bathe her, but then I decided that I was spoiling him. The same way that Mom had done all his life, which was why he was a spoiled, selfish, irresponsible brat even at the tender age of twenty-two.
Either way, I was stuck with a guy that had a fetish about my hands and feet, and was getting married to his secretary, but liked kissing the CFO, and a brother that I was trying to teach to finally grow up and it was only a quarter-past seven and I hadn’t even started working yet.
“Is everything okay?”
I sighed as I looked at him, “Just peachy.”
I headed back to the desk where I’d dumped my iPad and bag. I picked up the iPad and went into his office. He followed me like a puppy wanting me to throw him a bone, and as I sat down and crossed my legs, he came over and stood near my feet. I needed to take control of the situation. “Mr. Hamilton, I didn’t come here at seven just so that you can stare at my feet. Can you please tell me what was so urgent, I’ll let you see them once, we’re done. Okay?”
He said nothing.
Then again, what else could he say? He seemed to wake up from a dream as he scuttled to his desk and blurted out, “Right. Let’s get this thing started.”
Olivia sat at her desk, quietly performing the duties I was paying her to do.. Shit, I wanted to take her over to my desk and just bend her over. She was hot. No, she was on fucking fire! Shit, why did she hide on her blog? What was her secret? Why didn’t she want people to know what she looked like?Scarlett belonged on the pages of a magazine and Olivia belonged on the front cover. The girls on the cover of Playboy had nothing on Olivia. She reminded me of Angelia Jolie, with her long, flowing dark hair, and matching dark green eyes. Her eye lashes were long and soft, so as she spoke with her full, oval lips, her mouth sucked in air as if she was in charge of everything. She’d dressed in a red pencil skirt suit as if she came in to run the office, not to be my secretary. She reminded me of one of the executives that I’d worked with on many occasions. The type of woman that was in control and knew exactly how to make everything worked. She didn’t belong in an office behind closed do
I couldn’t wait to get out of his office. I kept imagining him wanting to touch my hands, or even my feet. He was hot, there was no denying that and I was tempted to ask if he had Italian blood in his family, but that would make me fantasize about him even more. The Italians have a reputation for being hot blooded lovers, maybe that was why he was with someone like Scarlett. She was young and full of energy. I asked him to focus and I was having a hard time doing just that, because every time he came near my mind would wander and not just a little bit, but a lot. He was very commanding and all it took to get my attention was a wave of his hand. I had a look at his perfectly manicured nails and wondered if he did them himself, or did a professional do them for him?It must be the way that he admired my hands and feet that had me thinking about his and every other part of his body.When did I ever get all flustered over a man? I’d met big-time millionaires like Hamilton so many times
I wondered whether it was a mistake taking her to the local bar. I’d had such a fucking long day and the woman knew her shit. That had made me even more curious about her. There wasn’t a thing that I asked her to do or was about to ask her to do that she hadn’t already thought about. It made me realize that she was way above the girls that had been working for me up until then. Don’t get me wrong, once I told them what to do, they were always happy to run with it. But there was no thinking outside the box. Not like Olivia did, and she had only been working for me for one day. I felt like a teenager with a big crush on someone’s mom. Even though we were around the same age, or maybe she was slightly younger than me, I couldn’t help but be happy that she didn’t whine and bitch about working so many hours on her first day. She’d had an early start, but that didn’t stop her from working at the same rhythm that she’d been doing from the moment that she came into the office.“Tell me somet
I didn’t know what had happened at the bar, but I couldn’t stop touching my lips. It was such a powerful kiss; I’d half-expected him to lift me up and fuck me in the bar. I started giggling like a schoolgirl as I grabbed my purse and headed out of the bar. What was he thinking? What was I thinking?He was getting married to Scarlett and he was kissing me in public. I shook my head at the idea of it. It was only a kiss… Damn, this guy just knew what he wanted, and he didn’t mind taking it. I’d been too stunned to step away or protest, but as the kiss went on, I knew I needed to tell him to stop, but I didn’t get the chance as he ran out of the door. I wasn’t the kind of woman that he could mistake for one of the girls in the office. Yet I had a feeling that he wasn’t thinking of me that way at all. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have left me at the bar wanting more. I wondered if that was the reason he didn’t even offer to take me home. Then again, it was a good thing, because I would have
Alec wanted us to catch up the following morning, but I wasn’t really in the mood, especially after such a rough night. I thought that having a cold shower would take the edge of the desperate need to be in between Olivia’s legs, but it didn’t. If anything, it made it even harder to get her off my mind because I knew why I was freezing in the shower. couldn’t get her off my mind and I’d only met her yesterday. This wasn’t a fucking temptation issue; this was deeper one which was making me feel even worse. She wasn’t the type that you wanted to bang and then feel as if you’ve made your conquest and could move on. This was deeper than that. I’d even thought up a number of reasons why I thought this was deeper than making another conquest. Number one: Olivia wasn’t the type that you just fucked and forgot about.Number two: I wanted to know her mind, find out how much she knew and challenge her intelligence.Number three: I wanted to see her body, in the light. Not fuck her from behin
This was a fucking joke. I was following Alec’s instructions exactly and staying away from Olivia. I couldn’t have her in my office, not alone. He gave me some tips before leaving me alone with her and heading back to his office. I was a mess, acting like some lovesick teenager that was unclear what to do and how to follow the rules. That wasn’t entirely wrong. So, I did some crazy shit. I told Olivia to stay at her desk and I would dictate to her. I wanted to get up and get her to come in and bend over the fucking desk, because as I was talking, I realized that it wasn’t Scarlett’s face that I was seeing but hers. She deserved more than that, some dirty thoughts, and I had to keep my head in business mode, or I would have to get rid of her. There was no two ways around it. Just a few days and if the deal comes through, she can work from home!That was Alec’s last text to me, and I pondered on it as I thought about her spending time away from me and I knew that it was the best opti
I didn’t understand what was happening, but I knew that I wanted it badly in that moment. I was completely out of control when it came to Ross. He had triggered something in me that I’d thought was completely dead. I tried to reach for him, but he had both my hands locked in his. Then he let go of one and gently squeezed my breast. I gasped into his mouth which only made him chuckle softly. Then that hand moved to my ass in a slow glide that held my attention until he moved to the curve of my hips. Was he going to go down further again? I needed him to, I thought as our eyes locked, mouths together but not actually touching.Then he kissed me, and I forgot to think. He didn’t kiss me the same way that he did the bar. If anything, this was just a promise of what he could do to me. He was exploring my body and his fingers felt as if they were everywhere at once and my body burned in reaction to his touch. I don’t know how long we were standing there. I was conflicted. I hadn’t been t
Thank goodness my bathroom was in my office; I quickly went in there to dispose of the condom which I couldn’t believe was nearly full to the brim. It was as if all that sexual tension from the night before came out as I fucked her on my desk. We went in there one at a time to freshen up and now we were ready to leave my office. Pretending that we were colleagues and that nothing had happened earlier. We’d failed and it was evident as my employees who were once still, started moving again as soon as we came out of my private office. It was a good job none of them were actors, they weren’t good at pretending let alone acting as if they heard nothing. Everyone near my fucking office could hear us, because as soon as we both came out of there, someone whispered loudly, I couldn’t tell who, “Anyone coming?” And we could hear fits of laughter. We laughed at ourselves as we exchanged glances trying to hide our embarrassment and failing miserably. Everything I promised myself I wouldn’t