All Chapters of According to his secretary : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

You don’t fall for straight men.You don’t spend ample amount of time fantasizing about him. You really shouldn’t spend your entire forty five minute break replaying all the scenes you’ve made up about him in your head. My personal favorite is the one where he’s in my seat, hands firm on my hips, cheeks flushed, biting my lips because I know better than to make a sound.Yes I know, a very crazy thought to be having about your secretary.My straight secretary my father personally handpicked. It would never happen.Carson, you know the rule. You don’t fall for a straight man. You don’t look at straight men and wish they would call you ‘Good Boy’.Or imagine how their big, rough hands would feel on your skin, or if their mouths are as soft as they look, or how they whispered your name in the dark. Too many ‘or’s.Because he will never feel the same way. Even if he’s wearing a tailored suit the same color as his eyes.Especially since he was the no fun Asher Hall.I have never se

Asher was out of his seat, and I hold my breath, watching the way his shirt clung to him like a second skin. Jesus.Why did his shirt have to look so devastatingly good on him??I swallow, eyes jumping to his face before they had the chance to dip below his waist. He doesn’t even give me the chance to imagine what he looked like below the belt, not like I haven’t done that plenty of times. “Give me a minute.” he says before leaving.I exhale, finding myself able to breathe again. What do I do? What do I do??We could go back to work, I mean that’s why we’re here, but do I really want to go back to work? There are plenty of things I can think of that we could do here, right now. Again, I am setting myself up for disappointment.Grounding technique… what’s his name? Asher Hall.The number of times I’ve moaned that name in the darkness of my room. Why did he have such a moan-able name?? Ugh.Focus, Carson.Next question, he’s twenty eight, two and eight.Five years older than I a

His fingers dig into my sides, pulling me close to him, my mouth parts in a shocked gasp. Lips brushing against mine, sending tingles down my body.What is happening??Is Asher really kissing me right now?? How? Why?? I dare not open my eyes in case this is a dream, I can’t ruin it. I move to deepen the kiss,“Mr. Bitters?”My eyes fly open to find the intruder standing at the entrance, one of my father’s aides, Thomas. He stands there as the lights slowly come on, killing whatever chances I had to be in the dark with my secretary. How is he here though??The kiss… swiveling my head to my side, where my secretary should be laying beside me, but he’s rolled away. When did he do that? Did Thomas see him? Was the kiss real?I never drifted off to sleep though. My fingers touch my lips, they are still tingling with a warm sensation, the indents his fingers made in my side, feels too real to have been a dream. “Mr. Hall, Mr. Bitters has instructed to bring you two to dinner.”“We

“He has been very curious about what goes on here! All he had to do was admit he kissed me!!” I slap the cup against the table a little too loudly. Tim sighs, massaging his temples at the sound. To say I’m disappointed is a grave understatement. He’s wanted to be here for the longest time. He always followed me everywhere, always, and this one place, from the first day he started working with me, this was the only place he wasn’t allowed to come to. Naturally, he’s been curious.“He very clearly wants to be here, he kissed me, all he had to do was admit it!”Asher had smirked in the face of my negotiating power, turned around and carried on cooking like I didn’t say anything. Of course giving up after that was not an option.“Why did you even do it if you were going to pretend it didn’t happen??” I questioned, standing right next to him, twisting my body so it was aligned by the stove and his face was open, it was useless, his expression remained neutral. “Eat your eggs, Carson.”

I’m going to be ignoring Asher today. Because he chose my father yesterday. Actions have consequences, his actions have cost him this. “Breakfast is ready.” he informs me this morning,On cue too. My plan is to make sure he knows I’m ignoring him. My fingers struggle with my tie for the hundredth time, and with an exasperated sigh, I ditch it. He watches me with a raised brow as I descend the stairs, jutting my chin into the air, I make a show of ignoring him. My routine was simple, eat breakfast, take a shower and dress up, he fixes my tie, that’s the only reason I haven’t switched out to bow ties, or leaned how to knot one myself. “Carson–”I breeze past him, nose in the air haughtily.He exhales.Good. He has to feel the frustration, until it becomes a part of him, like he di– “Ack!” I gasp, hands grabbing at my neck.I’m being pulled backward.How–?My sweet, secretary has caught me by the back of my jacket and is pulling me to him, nope, he’s dragging me by my collar. “As