My Sexy Secretary

Casandra Mckenzie is sitting lazily in a corner. A festive party filled with business people and jet sets bored her. She sipped a glass of wine slowly. Many mischievous eyes stared at her. Most of them wanted to get acquainted with her, but she did not intend to accept the pleasantries of those he thought were to invite her to a one-night stand. She wanted genuine, true love for her to live up to her way of a happy marriage like her parents.

"Hi, ladies. May I get acquainted." A man wearing an expensive suit was standing before her, daydreaming.

"Oh, hi."

"David." The man holds out his hand toward Casandra.

Casandra accepts David's shakehand to get acquainted.

"May I sit down?"

"Oh, please." Casandra was very annoyed with David; several times, she caught David, who was looking at her chest.

"Excuse me, I'm going to the toilet for a while." Casandra made an excuse to avoid David.

"Take your time." David laughs evilly.

Casandra, who didn't intend to go to the toilet, walked out of the party. She walked into the hotel corridor for some fresh air. While she was enjoying the scenery around her, a pair of sturdy arms embraced her from behind.

"Who are you?" Casandra struggled to release a hug from someone she did not know. But the person who hugged her didn't seem to take it off. "Let me go, who are you?" Casandra moved around, wanting to break free. "Help, help!" Casandra screamed for help.

The man shuts her mouth because no one around supports someone doing evil without anyone else blocking his evil deeds.

After a few minutes of trying to get away, Casandra lifted her right leg, and then, with all her strength, she used her high heels to swing them back right at the man's right thigh.

"Ouch, it hurts bítch." Finally, the man remove his hand after enduring the pain from Casandra's 10 cm high heels.

"Casandra immediately introspected herself; she was alert if the man would do something bad to her. "David." Casandra did not suspect that the man she had just met was someone who wanted to be bold to her.

"Hi, sexy? Don't pretend to be a noble woman. I'm sure a woman like you only wants to be touched when given money. How much do you want for one-time service?" David looked at Casandra with a hungry look, as if he wanted to swallow her alive.

"Bàstard, I'm not a slùt; I'm a decent woman." Casandra was very angry with the words of insult from David.

"Don't lie, I've found many women like you at parties who are eyeing rich men to buy her body." David, come forward, go over to Casandra.

"Don't come near, don't." Casandra's mind suddenly went blank. Her eyes look around, looking for a way out of the pursuit of David. Luckily, David is in the opposite direction to the exit. Casandra did not waste the opportunity to run back into the party area as fast as possible. This time, her mind was able to think clearly. Because at the party of many people, David couldn't do anything to harm her. She was hurrying to run, and her high heels were relatively high. Casandra's body shook and then fell on the floor. Casandra felt her body hit something hard; she slowly opened her closed eyes because she felt ashamed that she had become the people's attention at the party.

"Ouch." A deep voice came from under Casandra's body. Casandra widened her face when she found herself face down on the body of a handsome man with glasses. The man's view was very sharp and cold. For a moment, Casandra was fascinated by the man's good looks.

"Excuse me, excuse me, Miss." The man voiced.

"Oh yes." Casandra snapped out of her reverie.

"How long will you be on top of my body?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Casandra immediately got up and stood up. She was embarrassed by the views of the people at the party who laughed at her. But when she was about to straighten her body, something unwanted happened to her.

The dress she was wearing had caught in the man's belt and suddenly was pulled so that her dress was accidentally torn upward. Her pants and navel were exposed and perfectly plastered. "Oh my God." Casandra grew very embarrassed. Her face flushed red, wanting to feel like she'd disappeared immediately from the party.

While the man looked cooler on his face, his eyes seemed to want to kill her.

Casandra covered her open body with her two hands. The eyes of the men at a party who looked at her were eager to see the exposed body parts. Casandra's eyes began to wet; she wanted to cry because she was embarrassed. It was her manager's fault who told her to come to the party to represent her company.

She lowered her face and didn't know what to do; a black shadow suddenly flashed before her, and an expensive gray suit covered her exposed body.

That man, the man she collided with, very carefully gave his expensive suit to protect her from the naughty gaze of the men at the party.

Casandra lifted her gaze and looked at the handsome face before her. "Thank you, sir, thank you. Sorry, I have …."

"Follow me."

"Huh?"

"Come with me; I'll take you home. There's no way you can still be in this party with your dress that has looked torn."

"Oh, alright."

With the long steps, the man walked out of the party.

Casandra accidentally glanced at the figure of David, who smiled mockingly at Casandra.

Felt there was no sound behind him, the man looked back. He saw Casandra walking limping because her legs were slack. Without words, the man walked over to Casandra and lifted it in bridal style.

"Sir, what are you doing? Could you put me down? I can walk by myself." Casandra's face flushed with nervousness.

"I have a lot of important business; I do not have time to wait for you." The man said without looking at her face, which was on his chest.

Arriving at the parking lot, a driver stood and opened the door. "Mr Williams." The driver nodded his head.

The man put Casandra's body carefully in the car seat; he then sat beside her. He patiently put on the seat belt for her. Casandra can smell the masculine perfume of his body; her heartbeat is irregular. She is afraid that that man could hear her heartbeat because of their very close distance.

"Where is your house?"

"Huh?"

"Where should I take you?" This time, the man turned to Casandra.

"Oh, at 17 Kenswick Street." Their eyes met; the brown eyes looked sharp and cold but could heat Casandra's cheeks.

"Let's go." The man tell his driver to drive the car.

"Yes, sir."

Along the way, they were utterly silent. The journey for 30 minutes felt tense for Casandra because the cold aura when she was beside the man was so felt.

"Here we are."

"Oh yeah, this is my house."

When the man reached out his hand, Casandra stopped him. "No, don't, I can walk by myself. You must be in a hurry."

After Cassandra and the man get out of the car.

"Thank you, sir, sorry for getting your shirt wet and this…."

"Just wear it. I don't need a suit that is dirty and used by other people."

Casandra immediately choked her throat because she was angry. She was confirmed that the man had helped her, but his words had offended her ego.

"One more thing, dress modestly. The dress you are wearing tonight is tacky; it's no wonder many male eyes stare at you with naughty eyes."

The car left Casandra, who thought about the sharp words of the man.

"Shìt, you all the same." Casandra cried out, took off her high heels, and threw them towards the car that had been walking a long way.

TBC.