3: The naughty CEO

 *Cathwulf*

 I quickly make my way to his office and knock on the door. Of course I can’t let my boss wait, that would be rude.

 His deep sexy voice with the smooth British accent calls. “Come on in”.

 Mr. Evill is a bit of a mix, so to speak, his father is French-Canadian, that is where his name comes from. His mother is British aristocracy and he spend all of his youth on boarding schools there, hence the accent.

 “Mr Evillllll”. Of course I stumble over the doorstep, falling flat on my face in front of my boss... how awkward can you be ?

 “Need a hand there Cat my dear ?” I see his perfectly polished shoes stop in front of me and a big hand with perfectly manicured nails reaches down.

 I grab his hand and let him pull me up, almost stumbling into him. I smile shyly, smoothing down my clothes again. “Sorry Mr Evill... you wanted to see me ?”

 “Please call me Tom, I think it is time for that”. A smirk slides over his classical handsome face. “I hear it’s your birthday today, congratulations… are you really already turning 18 ?”

 I nod, my eyes nervously running over the slim well muscled body in the perfectly fitted suit, as I am scared to look into those piercing blue eyes… knowing I will lose my breath if Ido. “Yes Mr…Tom... I am turning 18 today”.

 Suddenly I fear he is about to fire me, as it is normal to get a raise when you turn 18, maybe he doesn’t think me worth the extra money. I can’t lose my job, my family needs the money.

 “So all grown up and finally... legal”. The smirk returns and his eyes run over my body, making my cheeks flush pink.

 “Legal ? What do you mean sir.. Mr ... I mean Tom”. I stumble over the words half stuttering, realising that he is still holding my hand in his.

 “You blush so prettily… I wonder if it’s only your face…”. His voice trails off, and then his free hand comes up to cup my cheek. “What I mean, my dear, is that now I can finally fuck you without getting in trouble for it”.

 I know my eyes dilate violently. “Mr Evill ! That is such a... dirty thing to say. I am a good girl sir... and a virgin”.

 “That can be changed …I have seen how you send me longing glances when you are flaunting around here in those sexy outfits. You have been driving me crazy ever since you started working here, darling... I need to make you mine”. His voice is demanding and I feel almost hypnotized by it.

 He leans down, clearly wanting to kiss me, but I push his face away at the last second. “Mr Evill.. no… and I always dress very proper and nice, my mom says so”.

 “Those schoolgirl skirts and the tight sweaters... it’s so sexy. Especially on a young tight body like yours”. He grabs for me. “Come here and kiss me baby, I know you want it”.

 I back away. Not knowing what to do... not knowing what I really want. I mean he is so handsome and rich, and he is my boss, so he decides if I have a job, but I am supposed to wait for my mate. “No Mr Evill, I can’t kiss you”.

 “Playing hard to get... oh I like that darling... I like that a lot”. He wiggles his eyebrows and slowly walks closer as I back off.

 My heart is pounding like crazy, am I scared ? No I don’t think so... not really. I also feel a weird tightening in my lower belly. I don’t want him to kiss me, do I… No, I can't want that.

 I am backed up against the door, fumbling behind me for the handle. “I need to go now… I have work to do... yes so much work to do”.

 “Only thing you have to do right now is give into me and let me kiss you”. He cages me in his arms, but so far he isn’t touching me. “Just one little kiss for now and I promise you will long for more”.

 “Please Mr. Evill... Tom... I can’t do this... please let me go”. I give up on opening the door and put my hands on his chest, trying to push him away… but it is like pushing at a wall.

 He chuckles and leans in, leaving little butterfly kisses up my neck to my ear, whispering with that deep voice. “Come on, let me steal your first real kiss... it won’t hurt one bit, I promise”.

 It’s like my pulse is racing at intergalactic speed and stopping completely at the same time. Like I am gasping and I can’t breathe at all. I am unable to speak, but my hands are no longer trying to push him away…they have taken a hold of his shirt all on their own.

 “Oh Mr Evill… Tom''. I am tilting my head, waiting for the wonder that is about to happen. Who knows, Maybe my handsome boss is my true mate, it has happened that wolves have human mates.

 “Oh sweet darling, your lips are like rose petals on a winter morning, so beautiful and fragile”. His lips are so near to mine now that I can almost feel them on mine... his warm breath fanning over my face like a summer breeze.

 Then my support disappears and I stumble backwards out the open door, falling on my behind in front of Rita and old man Evill... Tom’s father, who is the one who opened the door. 

 I scramble to my feet. “I am so sorry... I got to go”.

 I hear Tom call out for me, but I hurry back to my work station, ignoring it and pretending I didn’t hear him… My face is redder than blood dripping from a ripped out heart.

 Five minutes later Rita shows up looking rather sour as she drops a gold wrapped present on my desk. “Birthday present from Mr Evill... personally”.

 “Oh... Thank you”. I mumble as she stalks off. I had not expected for him to give me a present and it’s so pretty too.

 I take the little card and open it, noticing that he really has a pretty handwriting. The note says: ‘Dearest Cat, happy 18th birthday. Here is a little something from our new collection, I hope I get to see it on. Love, yours Tom Evill’.

 I slowly open the gift... from the new collection the note says... what can it be ? I lift up the very soft fur, and realise that it is a set of sexy fur lingerie and I know I am blushing again… He wants to see me in this ? Oh I most definitely couldn’t.

 What on earth is poor innocent me going to do about my hot billionaire boss wanting me ?