My Perfect Secretary Novels & Stories

Blake Adam A normal day as it seems. I checked my wristwatch it is past 7 am and damn, my P.A. is on leave my secretary is in charge of it. My P.A is better than my secretary. She is working really hard. She can balance her time with her child. Very understanding. I sometimes snapped at her but only sometimes. She always finished her work on time and don't have to remind her what she will need to do My secretary or should I say sexytary is always looking at me with lust. She is always trying to hook up with me but I don't get affected by her. She is just doing her works on time but a lot of mistakes.

And just like that, the game began. I played the perfect secretary; organized, efficient, always on time, and punctual. I dressed sharply but never trashy. Pencil skirts that hugged just right, blouses with buttons that teased just a little, well-fitted up and down well-sewn. I had taken my time to upgrade my wardrobe. I wasn’t rushing; this wasn’t about immediate seduction. It was about gaining his trust and slipping under his skin so quietly he wouldn’t notice until it was too late.

Maxi length, delicate neckline with an off-shoulder arm and a slit leading up to her thighs. Her hair was left down too and except for the little earrings that were on her ear, there was no order jewelry on her. "Wow, and who is that beauty?" My mum asked, staring as much as I stared, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. "My secretary" I walked to the said secretary, seeing her eyes brighten when she saw me, and she walked up to meet me, nervousness in her eyes. "Why are they all staring at me?" "Because you're beautiful."

After pondering for a while, she added, "Originally, I wanted to inform you guys after the surgery, but you didn't seem to care about her at all. You all left with another patient." Simon staggered backward, struggling to regain his balance. "No way! This can't be real," he sputtered. He turned and headed for the operating room, but there was no one inside. He searched high and low, then finally found me in the morgue. His hands trembled. It took him several tries to lift the white cloth off my body. Staring at my pale, lifeless corpse, he seemed as if he'd been struck by lightning. His knees gave in, and then he collapsed to the floor.

It didn't matter what dress I chose; there would only be one bride at that wedding—the one who was dead. ... As soon as I got home, I checked my phone. There was one unread message from Evelyn, the fake heiress. She had sent me a screenshot. In it, Evelyn wore a fitted nurse costume, a stethoscope dangling from her neck. She was kneeling on the floor, looking up at the camera with a deliberately vulnerable, seductive expression. "Master, if you get here within 30 minutes, your naughty little nurse will give you a shot." Below it was Adrian's reply—"On my way."

“I do not want you to ‘try’ your best Annalia, I want you to do more than your best. Do I make myself clear young lady?” “Yes sir, I will do more than my best”. “That’s more like it. You can leave now”. I gently leave his office with the happiness boiling inside of me waiting to be poured out. I see Andrea and Mariquita standing in the middle of the court. I scream and run to them. They spot me immediately and Mariquita moves to the side with a confused look on her face. I stop right in front of them, pull out the jersey from its packaging in the plastic bag and shove it into their faces.

I was about to turn my back, but Orion grabbed the wrist to help her stand up and begin to mess up her hair. "I object. Just take care of Oberon for now. He probably misses you so much." She smiled after realizing that everyone was laughing. It was hard not to stare at her, especially when her gaze met with mine and my heart started racing. I hadn't felt that for any other girls. "It's been a long time." That was the only thing that came to my mind at that moment. I missed her, so badly. She was wearing a white polo see-through top that was able to see the plain white tube she was wearing paired up with high-waisted skinny jeans and beige heels. I just found myself gawking at her the moment

Thankfully, he was alright and that was all there was to be known. Turning back to the attendant, Ivy went on to place her order, and just as she finished paying and turned to settle down in a seat, she received yet another shocker that would last her the entire day. A customer had walked into the shop and it was none other than her former secretary, Jane.

She gazed at her, focusing on the portion of her body that wasn't obscured by her dress. "I'm Charlotta Perez, secretary to Mr. Bruce." Charlotta greeted her properly and courteously, her smile charming. "Oh!" Debbie sighed in disappointment. "So you brought your secretary to our meeting?" She didn't sound pleased to know that. "She's here to take note of our conversations." I said. "Oh." Debbie smirked once more. Did she not even acknowledge Charlotta? Very impolite, young lady. I moved in my position to signal for a waiter. A waiter answered my call, took our orders, and departed.

Despite my temporary secretary's nonstop chatter and occasional mistakes, she was thoughtful. I almost choked on my food when I suddenly remembered how she looked earlier when her hand accidentally hit me. She jumped as if she had stepped on a sea urchin. And her sleepwear,. loose t-shirts and loose pajama pants. I must admit, she is beautiful. Beyond beautiful. And she has a sexy body. Wait, what? Am I praising her? No, no, no. Those qualities are perfect for a seductive secretary, and I must not fall victim. Never!