Hot Secretary Novels & Stories

What use were they if they didn’t stand by you during trying times? I shook my head to clear my thoughts as I paused in front of the door. My choice of clothing made me look more like a spy than someone who used to work here, but I was in too much of a hurry to change out of the hoodie and joggers I had on. The only good thing was I still had my staff ID—otherwise, I’d have been turned away at the gate. “It’s good that you finally fired her. That secretary—I never liked her, you know?” Honey Harrington’s high-pitched voice cracked with a coarseness that didn’t match any of the movie OSTs she sang. Nor did her bitter tone align with the sweet image she portrayed online.

There was no one at the secretary post, else the bitch would have stopped me. I flung the door open, but then scoffed with the sight I saw. The secretary I was talking about was kneeling in front of Diego while she took his dick in her mouth. A slut! And an asshole! They fits. Only Keira doesn't fit. The girl was just too innocent. Diego's eyes widened when he saw me, sliding his cock back into his trousers, while the secretary scrambled out of the room. "You like it when your secretary is the one who takes your cock in her mouth and not your wife?" I asked, walking to him in a hurry. My gaze darkening the more as I approached him.

The same case I had been following before and the ones I hadn’t been able to see while I was locked up. Then my eyes caught one headline. Posted three hours ago. “SecretaryofSamitoHotel — Part 6.” My hands started to shake.

I stepped towards her which she thought she made me turned on with her body. I saw how she smirk thinking that she successfully seduced me. To her surprised I grabbed her right arm with more force and dig my fingers to her skin. I kicked her out of my office with her naked body. I feel disgusted to her action and fired her. Now Peter should find me a suitable secretary who’s decent and have self respect. And won’t be attracted to me. We stepped out of the elevator once we arrived at the 20th floor. We walked at the hall and reached the door for the conference room. Peter opened the door for me.

Ranking almost decided against her appointment a year ago when she applied for the post of secretary in his company, and the reason was not far fetched, it was because he wanted to avoid what just occurred between him and her in BAMO EXCLUSIVE HOTEL right now. He knew temptation will always be lurking around if he have such an hot girl as his secretary, but her qualifications was the perfect among all the candidates they got their C.V, and he just couldn’t decipher the main reason he accepted her. Just got to office one day and asked his manager to give her a call that she has being employed, the reason he did it, he couldn’t tell till date. He has spent a year avoiding being tempted to do a

I ordered. “Yes sir.” she carried Chelsea to her room immediately while I took some chips and orange juice to my room, I brought my laptop out to do some work. I really need a secretary just the way Chelsea needs a nanny. My phone rang, bringing me out of my thoughts, I frowned at the unknown number that was calling me. “Mr. Winthrop.” the caller said. “Yes, Who’s this?” “Am David Morgan sir and I heard you are looking for a secretary.” and my frowned deepens,

They were instruments, cutting through pretense, measuring every ounce of her worth. “You are Ava Reed,” he said, calm and commanding. “Yes,” she replied. “I am here for the secretary position.” “You are late.” Her heart lurched. “I am… I am sorry, sir,” she stammered. “Traffic was…” “Traffic,” he repeated, sharp and measured. “I hope your work ethic is better than your punctuality.” Ava swallowed hard and nodded. “It is, sir. I will not disappoint you.” He studied her silently, and she felt every hesitation, every doubt, every insecurity laid bare beneath his gaze. Then, almost imperceptibly, the corner of his mouth lifted. “Very well. Follow me.”

The way she handled it the first time wasn't satisfying and encouraging enough. After Dixon left with McKenna, he had secretly snuck into McKenna's room to look for anything that would prove his instincts right. He refuses to tell anyone anything until he was sure of his suspicions. After searching her room, He found her parents' death certificate in her suitcase. "Excuse me, Sir." Someone's voice broke him out of his reverie. He looked up to see one of his employees, Ethan standing in front of his desk. Ethan was a very talented hacker and computer specialist. He's good with recovering stolen data and hacking databases.

I also wanted to play some music so I needed a cable to plug the phone in the living room. “Fuck,” I had forgotten my charger. I could see Hendrix’s but I wondered if he had a spare cable which I could use in the living room. I opened the first drawer on the side of his bed and did not find it. I opened the second drawer, not winning. Then I opened the last drawer. There was nothing else but a white large envelope with a large ‘confidential’ red mark. It was how large that ‘confidential’ in block letters was that drew me in. I closed the drawer but quickly opened it again.

Somewhere down the hall, Kelvin—the floor manager—might still be in his office, oblivious to the fact that his boss is buried inside his secretary like she’s the only thing that matters. Because I am. I’m Sienna Ward. Secretary to the CEO of The Steele Dynasty, one of the most powerful companies in the world. And at night? I’m his. His secret. His addiction. His sin. Since the day I first saw Dominic Steele—cold, ruthless, devastatingly gorgeous—my life’s been off its axis. He looked at me like a man marking his next prize. And now here I am, bent over his desk, whispering his name like a prayer.