TRAPPED WITH 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 me for a bit before nodding once, for some reason I stood there until he was done, only leaving when he gave the directive.

 The other offices are almost empty, from up here, I see them.

The Bitters law firm is very state of the art. The first floor housed the best of the best lawyers, the other floors were others competing to get to a floor higher than theirs.

 Only elevators in this building, because god forbid someone’s late and has to take the stairs, my father may have a stroke at the thought of it.

 This floor had four offices, but only mine has light coming from it..

Which is good, because then I could ‘use’ the bathroom for as long as I liked.

 Locking the door behind me, my reflection in the mirror immediately points out to me that my tight pants broad casted the hard on.

 “Well, fuck.” I mutter,

My immediate thought is to use the material I gathered today, I mean I saw his arms, I see those once in three months, it’ll make me come fast, but for some reason I can’t bring myself to do it.

 Instead, I call my best friend.

“Someone better be dead, or someone will be dead.” her hissing comes through the speakers, and I pull the phone away from my face.

I chuckle, something about the threat works wonders because the boner is going down fast.

 “Something is dying, does that count??” I ask, glancing down at my crotch.

She groans and asks to give her a second.

“It’s my second date with Stella, and I am going to get lucky tonight, I can feel it, well, could feel it, until your call came in.” she grunts.

 I huff.

“An all nighter?”

I exhale. Eva and I have always been inseparable since high school, and I don’t know how I survived without her, at all. So she knows how to decipher my feelings without seeing my face.

 “Christ, I told you to avoid the straights!” she hisses once again.

I rub my eyes and the image of his arms, thick, veins zig zaging around his tattoo, flashes my mind. The boner returns and I groan.

 “Okay fine. What’s his name? Full name?” she exhales, this grounding technique we’ve done since I found out he was straight.

 She had cradled me as I cried the entire night, and this technique was born.

“Asher Hall.”

“Age?”

I wince. She has always been one for age gaps, and I wasn’t. Before Asher, I was a firm believer of dating your age, since you’d be on the same plane.

“Carson, how old is he?” she asks drily when I don’t answer the first time.

 “Twenty eight.” I grumble,

“Good, in your words, you’re not on the same plane. Now, what’s his type?”

That makes me sigh, my eyes finding the too elaborate, shiny lights overhead. This question was the one that hits me hard, the one that hits me the hardest is on it’s way.

 “Women.”

“That’s right. He likes the hips and dips and breasts and pussy…”

“I get it.” I grit out, feeling annoyed at her. I know she’s doing this for my own good, and Asher and I won’t work, but I like to live in a fantasy.

 “Awwn. Keep that anger, you’ll need it, and lastly… he’s your father’s underdog.”

That. That line does it.

The boner disappears instantly.

“Right.”

I hear her move, and I imagine she was warming herself up.

 “We don’t like the older Bitters.” she reminds me.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her that he just works for my father, he’s not him. However, even I know that’s an excuse.

 “Oh, it’s freezing. I definitely can’t go to sleep tonight, I think a storm is coming too.” she says shivering.

That’s my cue to drop the call or keep cock blocking her. Or pussy blocking?

“I wish you luck with Stella.”

“I don’t need luck, I am exactly what she likes.”

My finger pushes the red button before she says more, my eyes narrow at the phone like she could see me.

 “You just wait, I will find someone that actually likes the facilities I have and like them, and they’ll like me.”

 Taking a deep breath, I steady myself.

It’s just very large arms, pretty arms, any man has those.

Slapping my cheeks, i pysche myself up.

 “You’ve got this Carson, you can totally work opposite him and actually work.”

The overhead fancy light goes out.

As with all the other lights.

My eyes blink in the darkness, cussing, I turn on my phone light.

Is there an actual black out? In the Bitters firm??

The press are going to have a field day with that one. It makes me almost too giddy thinking about it.

 Finding my way out of the bathroom, I head to the office.

My light flashes on his face and his eyes shut.

“Oops, I’m sorry.” I apologize swinging the light away from his eyes. His beautiful eyes.

“You were gone a while.”

I try not to read too much into it, like I did at first. I would turn his words around in my mind until they sounded like he was longing for me.

 Turns out I am no better than I was five months ago.

I still think to myself that he noticed my absence, he was waiting for me.

 Okay maybe not that far.

“Yeah… do you think they’ll turn the lights on back anytime soon?” I ask, distracting him and myself from the reason I went to the bathroom.

 Walking to the large windows that looked down at the city, expecting to see it glittering in the night, a sight that usually calmed me down.

 But looking out, I see that the rest of the city is in total darkness.

Snow was coming down hard now.

House tops covered in white.

 If I were home, this would have been perfect.

Then I glance at the man behind me, whose eyes are on his phone.

My stomach does a saumersault.

 This was actually better.

“I’m afraid I can’t reach the maintenance team. The phones don’t work.”

I frown, “What do you mean they don’t work? I just finished speaking with Eva.”

He raises a perfect brow,

 “I thought you were in the bathroom.”

“You didn’t believe me anyway.” I say waving his accusations away.

Looking back at the window, the entire city was in a black out, and we can’t contact anyone outside.

 We can’t go downstairs until the lights came back on, downside of a building that only believes in elevators.

Outside the storm comes down heavier, swallowing the city whole.

Inside, the silence stretches, charged and waiting.

 We’re alone up here. No calls. No witnesses.

And I am locked in here with him all night, and the part of me that should be terrified is already thrilling instead.