My Perfect Secretary Novels & Stories

I had never been good at acting. Two weeks ago, I would have failed to play grass in a school theater. Fortunately, Emily worked the psycho-magic she normally used preparing witnesses to testify, and now my character—Charlotte Madison, the invincible secretary—had become a masterpiece... in my own league.

Sera reasons, "I mean you work in the same building." "I know, isn't it perfect? He's the smoking hot doctor, and I'm the sexy secretary. It's like every guy's fantasy." She's biting the edges of her perfectly manicured nails now. In typical Amanda fashion, she has bypassed all logical reasoning and gone straight for the 'Hot' factor. "Really?" "What, Sera-Crusher-of-All-Dreams, what do you want to say?" Their eyes finally meet in a playful testing of wills.

I found the next-to-perfect secretary. And she did something else too. After working for me for a few weeks, she began hitting on me. She ignored the ring on my finger. She tried to seduce me. And yes, it was tempting. Very very attractive because she was nothing but a hot one. Horny me wanted to fuck her. But reasonable me stayed in control. Because I had a family back home, this was nothing but a professional work relationship. It worked out, at least for some time. But believe me; it got tougher and tougher with every week. When she came into my office to get something out of the lowest shelf level, bending over in my direction, showed me her lingerie, giving me at least one raging boner

Kat could almost see her roll her eyes through the phone. “Yes, that sounds perfect.” It was a good thing that the secretary couldn’t see through the phone on this end. Kat was doing a silent victory dance around her cubicle. It looked like a cross between a touchdown dance and the Macarena, but Kat didn’t care. They had a date! The secretary repeated the specifics of the meeting again before abruptly hanging up. It was all business as far as she was concerned, which suited Kate just fine. She wanted the secretary to think it was all just business. They needed everyone to think that.

Things were still quiet when Cassandra entered the elevator because it was still too early, only a few employees were seen. While waiting, Cassandra sits down and takes a sandwich from her shoulder bag. For fear of being late she deliberately did not have breakfast in her apartment. In Her free time she used to enjoy a sandwich. Right after the last bite of, a beautiful woman as her age came out of the elevator and sat at the secretary's desk. 'Why offer me the position of secretary, if there's already a secretary?' Casandra wondered. "You must be miss Mckenzie, right?" The secretary greets Cassandra.

Secretary Ann hurried quietly, locking the door with the keys to avoid an invasion. "I am sorry, boss. I think you need to see this." Secretary Ann handed the iPad to Elena, Elena's gaze never leaving hers as she collected it. Elena's eyes widened as she gazed at the iPad.Her eyes scanned the text with a hunger that seemed to devour every word. She read the words "Victoria Lockwood "and "Alan Morgan"leapt out at her. Her eyes darted to the phrase "set to walk down the aisle." Elena's legs gave way. She fell onto the bed, her body going limp. Her eyes grew wide, her mouth hanging open.

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.

I called, with a smirk on my face. This was my new secretary after I had killed the first one for knowing something she shouldn't by mistake, I had employed her personally for my sexual purpose and satisfaction. A tall, curvy lady with dark hair and plump breasts. I opened my car, giving her entrance into it. "Congratulations sir." She said as she got in, with that seductive smile on her face. She was in a tight skirt, and top that exposed more of her cleavages. "Get to work." I replied immediately as I huffed and puffed out the smoke of my cigarettes towards her face.

Did all the staff have to be tall and elegant, she thought, looking at the tall, muscular man in his fifties. "Good morning, how can I help you?" the man asked with a friendly smile. "I am Mr. Laureti's new secretary, may I come in? It's just that I have to walk his dogs and drop the suits off at the dry cleaners," she said from the car, waiting for the pass to enter the huge facility. "Let me see your ID, you must be Evangelina Anderson." He read from a list, it looked like his boss had it all under control.

The woman on the other end responded coldly, sounding somewhat annoyed. I gripped my phone, almost ready to cry. "Holly, did you see today's livestream?" After three years, I had finally seen hope. Holly scoffed. "Of course, I saw it. Louis, you abused your wife, your savior. Aren't you afraid of karma?" My heart skipped a beat, and I asked, "Didn't you watch tonight's livestream?" She answered impatiently, "Even with hidden cameras, we still respect privacy. It automatically cuts off after nine at night."