Chapter Four

Charles

     Now back in my office, I unbutton my jacket and pull it off to hang it on the back of my chair. I took a seat and let out a breath that I’ve been holding. My mind wanders to the woman who is sitting outside my office door. What am I going to do with this woman? I have hired many attractive PA’s before, but this woman beats them all. I feel an attraction to her that I have never felt before, and that’s not good. Maybe I made a mistake in hiring her.

            Just then, my mind imagines having her pinned against the wall with her skirt up around her hips while I pound into her repeatedly. The thought causes a tightness in my pants. For the first time, I think my cock may have something to do with my business decision. “Damn it,” I say while slamming my fist on my desk. “Fuck just stay away from her” is what I tell myself. I thought I had this in check when I hired her, but my cock is not in agreement.

            I’m thankful that she didn’t notice the bulge in my pants when I stood up to show her around. My dick decided to stand at attention the moment she entered the room. That pencil skirt is like the one from last week; it hugs her curves in all the right places. It shows off her apple-shaped ass, having me wonder what her ass would look like while I have her bent over my desk as my dick disappears in and out, while she screams my name.

            Damn, I need to stop thinking about her. She is my personal assistant, and I don’t fuck where I work. Doesn’t matter anyway. I think I hurt her when I talked about her clothes. Yes, they fit her body, but they also screamed cheap, and I can’t have that. I hated the look on her face when I mentioned them. I turn my chair to face my large office window. I am perplexed as to why she keeps looking down while playing with her hands in her lap. My phone begins to ring. I look at the screen to see Lisa’s name flashing. “Fuck.” I say out loud. I know if I don’t take it, she will keep calling, and if that doesn’t work, she’ll try to stop by. “Hello,” I say.

            “Well, hey there, baby.”

            “What can I do for you, Lisa?”

            “I wanted to make sure that you didn’t forget about the gallery showing this Wednesday?”

            “No, I haven’t. I’ll meet you there at seven.”

            “How about you pick me up as a proper date, should?” She asks with a hint of humor in her voice.

            “This is not a date. This will be the last time I accompany you to anything. We are going as friends, if you can even call us that.” I say in a stern tone.

            “You know that we will never be just friends. We were made for each other. I know I have done some things in the past, but I was young. I made a mistake. It’s time that you forgive me.”

            “I don’t know who you are made for Lisa. It might be the Devil himself, but it sure as hell is me, and it will never be me. As far as what you did, I don’t have time to rehash it. I have a company to run, so once again, I will see you at the gallery at seven on Wednesday. Now, if you don’t mind, I have to go.” I hit end call.

            That witch thinks she can get next to me again. I laugh at the thought. I don’t care what anybody says about it. She thinks that she can lie to me, betray me, and everything is going to be okay. I shake my head. What am I saying? Of course, that’s what she thinks. That girl has always been trouble, but against my better judgment, I overlooked that. That’s a mistake I will never make again. She’s a spoiled rich girl who is used to getting what she wants. Her father babied her because her mother abandoned her, and she was his only child. She’s crazy, and spoiled all rolled up in one, and that’s some shit I want nothing to do with.