Chapter 5: Keeping Things Professional

He kissed her roughly and his hands which were over her breasts squeezed tightly.

Christine couldn't help the sensual moan that escaped her mouth.

"I couldn't help thinking about these lips," Alan groaned under his breath and then ran his fingers slowly over her lips.

Then he grinded his hard cock over her butt. Instinctively, consumed by the pleasure, Christine's hands flew to his shoulders. He held her firmly in his hands.

He felt her lips and then gave attention to her necks and shoulders. She moaned.

Suddenly, as if by a miracle, her senses returned.

"We shouldn't do this, sir," she said softly and tried to stiffen.

He didn't listen. He was so engrossed in kissing her neck.

"Sir," she said, her voice a notch higher than whisper. She got his attention now, but his lips didn't leave her body. Then she tried to wriggle her way free from where he had her pinned but he wouldn't budge. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"You didn't think about that when I had you breathless and beneath me nights ago," he moaned.

"That was because I didn't know."

Her words were trying to dissuade him but her body was screaming "Let's do this! Fuck me!"

She pushed her chest into him, crushing her breasts on his chest.

"Well, now you do. You've done a good job pleasing me in the office. Now let me please you tonight in my bed," he groaned.

It seemed his words got to her. When he kissed her this time, she didn't resist. She kissed him back. He grabbed her ass and groaned in her ear for her to jump. She jumped and wrapped her legs around him while he steadied her by grasping her ass.

He walked to the table, his lips still in hers in a steamy kiss. Then he lowered her slowly to the table and on one motion, he tore her clothes and ripped her skirt and panties off.

She gasped.

What was with him and ripping clothes off? How the hell did he expect her to return home with a torn blouse?

But she was too turned on to speak and he too horny to care.

Her hands went for his belt, loosened and groped for his private member. As her fingers wrapped around the huge rod, he groaned sensually and bit her nipples.

She brought her palm to her mouth and wet her fingers then she returned to the huge cock and ran her wet fingers over it.

When he was perfectly hard, he adjusted her on the table and spread her legs wide. He spat into her pussy, stuck out his tongue and began working on her tight vagina, sucking on her clitoris.

After a moment of oral sex, he held his cock and pulled her closer to himself.

"Here comes the choo-choo," he cooed as he slipped his eager dick into her pussy with a low sensual moan.

When they were done, Christine was fagged out. She had reached her climax and squirted all over his thighs and the table four times in the seventeen minutes of steamy sex and sinful pleasure. She was too tired to get out of bed.

Yes. Bed. He had carried her all over the house as they had delicious sex. From the table to the floor to the bathroom and then his bedroom.

She remained in the bed with him, heaving

"We should not do this again," she said against his chest.

He stared at her like she was being too dramatic.

"Come on, chillax, baby," he said. "It's just sex."

"Wait until people find out that I'm having sex with you, my boss," Christine said. "I would never hear the end of it."

"Come on, Christine..."

"Can we please just forget that this ever happened," she cut him short. "You are my boss and I am your secretary. Let's stay that way, please."

"Fine," he said, raising his hand in surrender. But the smirk on his face easily revealed that he didn't mean what he said.

Christine chose to ignore the smirk.

"What are we going to do about my clothes," she asked.

"You can wear some of mine like you did the last time," he said with a knowing smile, his voice laced with a tiny

"Well, I couldn't find mine, and there's no way I'm walking the streets naked," she said defensively.

He smiled.

"Can I get it back?" she asked.

"What?"

"My dress," she said emphatically.

"Ooh, I threw it away," he said. "I didn't think you'd be coming back to finish our little dance."

"This conversation is not professional, Mr Alan," she said.

"Whatever you say," he said. "That'll be all, then, Miss McAlister."

Then he retired into his room, brought out clothes for her to choose from and returned after she chose one.

............

As she drove to her house, she wished neither Alexa nor Trish would be around.

But as she opened the door, there they were on the sofa, watching a romance series on TV.

"Where are you coming from?" Trish asked without looking at her.

"Work," she said tersely and moved in the direction of the water dispenser.

"I know you well enough to know that you will never wear baggy shirt and jeans to work on your first day," Alexa said matter-of-factly.

Then her and Trish sat comfortably in their sofa and waited for an explanation from Christine.

"You won't believe it," Christine said and squeezed herself in their middle.

"Tell us first and see if we'll believe or not."

"The guy I had sex with on Friday night turned out to be my boss," Christine blurted out immediately.

"What?!" their eyes opened wide in bewilderment. "You're kidding!" Alexa squealed.

"Told you you'd not believe me."

"So what happened? I mean, that must have been really awkward," Alexa asked, almost drooling for more gossip.

"Yes, it was really awkward," Christine agreed. "He acted like there was nothing at first, but then, he took me home to go over some documents with him and..." she paused and stared into her friends' anxious faces.

"We ended up having sex again on his office table."

"What did he say after everything?"

"Nothing. I told him we had to stop and keep things professional."

"And how long do you think this is going to last?" Trish asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you really think your boss won't have other women fighting just to be noticed by him? Do you think he'll settle for you and even if he does love you, do you suppose they will allow him to get married to you when there are many other rich girls who want him. I'm talking about girls from rich homes who they can forge a strong business with?"

Christine left the questions hanging.

.........

Christine greeted Alan with a cheerful smile the next day. She had learned that he always came to office before anyone else and she promised herself to always be there before he arrived.

"Morning, Miss McAlister," Alan returned the greeting without sparing her a glance. When she collected his briefcase, he only grunted and mumbled a low "thank you".

She was supposed to be happy. This was what she wanted. She wanted their relationship to be kept in business level without any fraternization. And he did as she wished.

She waited for a minute till he looked at her with a questioning gaze.

"I have your schedule here with me, sir," she said.

"Okay," he said and signalled her to give him the details.

"You have a meeting by nine with Wayne's Gate Enterprises followed immediately by a lunch meeting with the Chinese expatriate, Mr Jao," she paused and flipped a paper. "And I got this invite for you."

"Who's it from?"

He still didn't look at her.

"A Miss Leah Ferguson. She is inviting you to the grand opening of her company's new five-star hotel."

"Thank you, Miss McAlister," Alan said and as she turned to leave, he called her back.

"Yes, sir?"

"We'll have to take a break later today to get you a dress," he said.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he cleared it immediately.

"You'll be my date."