According to his secretary

My secretary looks more like the boss in his seat than I ever will.He’s desk is directly opposite mine, something I had to order him to do otherwise it was a no.His tie is loose, jacket somewhere on the back of his chair, hair sticking out everywhere from running his fingers through it several times. The sight sends a jolt straight to my dick, and it’s impossible to concentrate when he was sitting opposite me with his glasses perched on top of his nose.I watch closely, unable to peel my eyes off him, he turns a page on his stack of papers, arm flexing, he had rolled his shirt arms to the elbow, so the line of tattoo that runs under his shirt is visible. I swallow.The number of times I have imagined tracing that very line with my mouth is heart stopping.Suddenly he looks up and I shoot up from my seat, every inch of me covered in skin feels unbearably hot. “Bathroom.” I squeak,With this hard on, it’ll be impossible to concentrate, I had to do something about it. He gauges

I am still reeling from the fact that he sucked off the chocolate from my skin, my upper lip still tingles, and then he goes ahead to say he never saw me as a kid?? What does that mean??Is that a good thing?I mean, not seeing me as a kid should be good right? He takes the jacket from my fingers, my hand falls back to my side.With his hands on my shoulders, he steers me to the sofa in our shared office. “The light won’t be enough for both of us to get any work done, and we know we’ll be here all night, so you should rest.” I sit on the sofa.“And you’ll work through the night?”He drapes the jacket over my shoulder, this time I know I won’t be ripping it off for any reason. Even if I wee hot and sizzling, and I hate to sweat. “You hate to do research.” he says simply.So he knows then. Of course he did, every time I had to do research I pushed it until the very last minute. He goes to my table to pick up the used cup. I watch in slow motion as he drinks from the cup. Asher