Sexy Receptionist Novels & Stories

Perhaps, this way, the days can go smoothly. Although I don't know how long it will last, at least the current situation is rare. I've learned to live for the moment, as the control has never been in my hands. "Welcome to Elite Law Firm. Do you have an appointment, miss?" My scattered thoughts were completely dispelled by the melodious voice. I came back to my senses. The receptionist was very beautiful, from my perspective, on par with the looks of those celebrities on TV. She slightly bowed, lips curved upwards, revealing a standard smile with eight teeth, exceptionally appealing. Even for a receptionist, she had a high standard. It made my heart flutter for a moment.

The walls were white, the floors polished to a shine, and the air smelled faintly of disinfectant and something medicinal and stale, like the lingering ghosts of old prescriptions. A receptionist sat behind a high desk, her name tag identifying her as Melissa. She looked to be in her late thirties, her dark brown hair pulled into a tight bun, her expression indifferent as she tapped away at her computer. I approached, swallowing the dryness in my throat. "Good morning," I greeted, my voice coming out smoother than I felt. She barely spared me a glance. "How can I help you?" I guess I wasn't so popular after all.

Miss Jane asked. "Huh?" The male receptionist pretended not to hear what she said. "You love this? You love how beautiful and big they are?" She said, moving her index finger on her boobs, also biting her lips so sexily, the receptionist felt a cold feeling running inside of him. "Don't worry, am not here to seduce you. I need your help." She said, and the receptionist swallowed again. "What could that be?" He asked. Miss Jane smiled, "Have you seen this man go into this hotel today?" She asked, showing to the receptionist, the image of a well built man on her phone.

The top notch company of the city . "Taking a breath , I moved inside,and went to the beautiful Receptionist, who was wearing a dark pink lipstick. Looking more like a seductress than a Receptionist. Maybe big companies hire such staff to get the attention of the client or it could be anything ". "Hello Miss" , I spoke softly, getting the attention of the receptionist. "Who looked up to give me a tight smile ",Hey maam! How can I help you? "She asked me in a robotic polite manner" .

The receptionist suddenly called out to me, catching me off guard. Don't get me wrong, I knew people were different, but I had always thought receptionists in such big business corporations were always saucy. Her sweet attitude made me bring my focus to her. She was a middle aged woman that still had a way of looking very young and classy. You definitely had to be classy if you were working in a place such as this. She had a coffe brown hair, which was neatly wrapped in a big bun at the back of her head. Her eye color were almost same shade as my sea green eyes. "Hello ma'am?" I said, almost sounding like I was questioning her.

As she walked into the quiet hallway no receptionist, no chatter, Just tension she looked at the little sunlight coming through the shining glass window. Her desk was already set up just outside the office of Elias Rourke. The name alone had made her stomach flip when she accepted the offer. He wasn’t just the CEO,he was the most ruthless CEO. The youngest self-made billionaire in the country. Brutal in the boardroom.Rumor had it he once fired a VP for taking a personal call during a meeting. “Miss Hart?” Chloe jumped,a bit scared as she turned toward the voice. A man in a black suit stood behind her. Elias Rourke,In the flesh. Tall, dark-hair, gray eyes and a nice structured body. He wasn’t

I pressed my hands flat against my thighs, wiped them dry, and walked in. --- The receptionist was blonde, polished, and clearly very good at her job, which, I gathered in the first three seconds, included deciding who was worth her full attention and who wasn't. I was not. "Hi," I said, stopping at the desk. "I'm here to see Mr. Sterling." She looked up from her monitor. Her eyes made a single, efficient trip from my face to my shoes and back again. The whole thing took maybe a second and a half, but it was a very full second and a half.

He closed the door behind him and walked to the chair across from my desk without waiting to be told. “Good morning, ma’am. My name is Elion Dawson,” he said. His voice was even and steady. “You are aware this position requires long hours and discretion,” I said. “Yes.” “And you would be requested to do things you don't want to do.” “Yes.” “You do not seem nervous.” “I am not,” he replied. “Why.” “Because you are hiring an assistant not recruiting for the military.” I studied him. “Why do you want this job,” I asked.

She always wanted the best for me. The chauffeur unloaded our luggage from the car and into the rolling rack which was used to take the bags in. I held Selanene’s hand in mine as I catwalked into the building. I was a woman of high class and should act like it right? “Hello good evening,” I greeted the receptionist. She was just getting off a call when I arrived. “Good evening madam. How may I be of service to you today?” She asked with a smile. She seemed cheerful.