Seductive Secretary Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Your coffee” “Take a sip” He ordered “Excuse me?” “How do I know you’re not trying to poison me? Take a sip” “If I seemed like the type to poison your coffee then why did you send me and not your secretary in the first place?” She asked and at his glare she added “Sir” “My secretary got fired” no “You fired George?!” Her eyes bulged. It seemed like his special ability was shocking her “Yes. Now sip” She took the cup carefully and took a sip. Then forced herself to swallow. So bitter “There. I didn’t try to poison you” She wanted to put it back on his table but he stopped her

The only sound that echoed in the room is the slow clicking of her stilettos on wooden flooring. “Then leave.” My chilly call resonated in the walls and the foxy beauty stopped in her tracks. I didn’t need to look at the seductress to see the agony cemented on her delicately pretty face. I kept my eyes on the screen not lifting once. On the paused screen that I had rewind, my fiancé was touching her ample breast but my horny secretary didn’t need to know that. She was gorgeous, I appraised beauty. But she was a clingy type and I didn’t do f*cked ups.

Selene splayed her arm on his chest and tilted her head, heart racing and adrenaline washing over her in waves. He was dominating this time, and she let herself enjoy the feeling of him kissing her. He tasted heavenly and she was already feeling her own wetness. He slid his arm up her dress, fingers trailing along her exposed thighs. Her breath shuddered as he trailed his hand along the line of her panties. She threw back her head as he trailed hot kisses down to the nape of her neck, sucking gently on her skin. She wanted him, hell she doesn't give two shits if he's just her secretary. So she dug her dug her fingers into his soft hair and tugged at it, her free hand sliding into his shirt a

Yelena glanced at her boss and saw his eyes was slightly narrowed, she knew if he actually decides to talk, the other President would Cry eventually, so, she decided to talk instead. "Mr Donald, we would appreciate it if you will keep the gutter in you to yourself, you don't have to spread dirts everywhere though. If you need a girl for the night, there is a night club just three buildings from here or you have a secretary too who you can bang her brains out, she actually looks like them anyway" Yelena finished her words with looking his secretary up and down In approval. The lady was dressed in an extremely short red dress and black Jacket, she looks nothing like a secretary should, rather,

There, he discovered her perched on the counter, legs slightly parted, playfully swinging her panties with a single finger. Every woman harbors a seductive side within, and Serena knew she possessed a hidden allure. Yet, with Simon, who embodied a gentler, easygoing nature, she never felt the need to reveal that side. However, with this stranger looking at her with unabashed desire, Serena understood that it was time to unleash her inner temptress, to let him know she was up for the game.

Today, to be exact, would be a slightly different day for her as she no longer worked a day job with a different client but instead focused solely on being a secretary at a Hills company. Tessa wore a tight shirt with two buttons open, exposing her prominent cleavage. Not only that, the pencil skirt, which was only limited to her thighs, made her look like a cheap woman. However, Tessa doesn't mind that as long as her work is successful. Tessa only needed to seduce the CEO, who had a bit of a problem with sensual attraction, and Tessa only needed to be a slightly more mischievous secretary to carry out the plan according to the $3 billion fee that she had already gotten half of.

The one that had left after giving him the best sex of his life. What was she doing here when he was supposed to be interviewing his new secretary? Or was she.... it can't be. Was this the job she was talking about? The same one her friend passed over to her? It had to be because her name was Emma but his secretary's name is Ivy Anderson. Wow!

“Ms., you can’t just waltz in there to see Mr. Whitmore! He’s in a meeting!” “Watch me!” “Wait a minute, Ms..! The secretary asked her, “What’s your name?” Brooklyn turned and looked at the secretary. The secretary noticed she appeared to be in her 30s, with a fantastic figure. Nothing was out of place on Brooklyn Henson, from her hair to her makeup to her nails to her clothes. The blonde-haired, attractive woman looked chic, and her Fendi suit fit her curves as if it had been designed just for her. This woman, wearing a pair of red-bottom heels, strutted past his secretary, Margaret, without permission, and entered Dean's office.

This was not going to be a standard business meeting. Mark stepped forward, his lips pressed into a tight line, his eyes serious. "Victor. This is Teresa, my secretary. She'll be assisting me with the presentation materials for tomorrow." Victor's grin widened, his eyes dancing between us. "My dear boy, a secretary? That's so… formal. So boring! I was hoping for a bit of… drama." He let out a hearty chuckle and winked at me. "Ah, but she's here. Perfect."

I knocked once, sharp and decisive. No answer. A slow, dangerous smile curled my lips. Perfect. I pushed the door open. And the scene hit me like a slap. David's mousy, perpetually flustered secretary was straddling his lap, her cheap pencil skirt hiked up to her waist, her blouse unbuttoned just enough to reveal a lacy black bra. David's hands were on her ass, his mouth locked onto hers in a sloppy, desperate kiss. The wet sounds of their tongues filled the room, with the scent of sex and cheap perfume thick in the air.