Sexy Receptionist Novels & Stories

Knowing that they were both from influential families, the receptionist immediately ran over when they called. The female receptionist that Imperial Dragon had chosen was on the same level as flight attendants. The female receptionist was in uniform. She wore a form-fitting black skirt that covered only half of her thighs, accentuating her tall figure. The badge on the collar of her shirt made her look very professional. Under normal circumstances, Haydn and Sonny would undoubtedly hit on her and make a move. However, after seeing Snow’s picture, the receptionist in front of them looked like a pile of weeds. They were no longer interested in her, nor did they even want to look at her.

But the main focus now moved to the Receptionist servicing all the other men in the room with her body. While no consideration was given to the the Translator's looks, the Receptionist was one of the most attractive woman employed by the company. She worked at the front lobby desk providing directions to visitors, the Japanese knew that first impressions were critical.

It looked owned by a normal person, that was good. She left the taxi, and after settling with the driver to wait till she was back, her feet dragged her into the place. The moment the doorman opened the door for her and she was in, her mouth almost hung open at the sight of the interior. It was darn beautiful. She'd have gawked at it if she wasn't practically still working. Reene moved on to the receptionist. “Hi.” The receptionist greeted, a welcoming smile planted on the plump blonde's face.

The receptionist, a young woman with a friendly yet professional demeanor, greeted her with a polite smile. "Good morning. How can I help you?" the receptionist asked. "I'm here for an interview," Amelia replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "My name is Amelia Walmart." The receptionist's eyes widened slightly in recognition. "Of course, Amelia. Please have a seat. Someone will be with you shortly."

Jessica teased. The security felt humiliated in front of the receptionist, who now stood up and walked around her desk, "And she moves," Angela said. The phone rang, and the receptionist hurried back behind the desk to answer the phone. "Hello, you have reached Dr. Gustava's reception. How can I help you?" "This ain't worth it. Let’s see a qualified doctor who does his job."

I know who not to mess with, and I don’t possess the kind of confidence that comes with power—like a Lycan Prince, for example. I look up at Caspian. He’s not even phased by the confrontation, his expression calm and collected. We head into the motel, and the receptionist, a bored-looking woman with too much makeup, perks up the moment she sees Caspian. Her eyes widen, and her smile turns seductive as she leans forward on the counter. “How can I help you, handsome?” she purrs, her voice laced with seduction. Caspian hasn’t let go of my hand, and the receptionist’s eyes drop to our linked fingers.

she demanded, trying to understand what was happening. The receptionist didn’t hesitate. “Are you here looking for a boyfriend? If you don’t belong here, then you should leave now. I’ll have the security escort you out if I have to.” Lilian blinked in surprise, momentarily speechless. “What the heck is going on?” she muttered under her breath. The situation was starting to feel surreal. With a smug smile, the receptionist added, “Please, leave. You’re disrupting the atmosphere here. Let the people who can afford to be here breathe.” Her tone was cold, but the smile never left her face, even though her words were anything but friendly.

Like how I've most definitely lost my job and would be on the streets soon. As I get to the building, I try not to get distracted by the grandness of it as I hurry straight to the reception area and place the card on the table. “Hi, I'm sorry. I just need to return this and—” “Are you on your heat cycle?” The question throws me aback, especially since it's a very personal one but the receptionist doesn't even seem to notice that. She looks neutral— Polite, and perhaps with a little bit of concern in her eyes as she adds gently, “I'm sorry it's just that I can smell your arousal and if you want to join the agency when you're on that cycle, it'd attract a lot of—”

I approach the receptionist, who is very helpful, answers all my questions, gives me directions, and smiles in a friendly manner at Jimmy. “Your son is very handsome.” She tells me, referring to Jimmy. “Uh, thank you very much,” I reply politely. “Ah, look. Here’s your wife’s doctor.” The receptionist tells me, and I turn to see a woman who looks to be in her late thirties/early forties approaching us. I walk towards her and introduce myself to her as Sean, and wonder if I’m imagining the filthy look that she gives me when I tell her my name and that I’m here to see Sally.

Phones were beeping, papers here and there, people walking so fast like there was no time to waste. I swallowed hard and walked to the receptionist’s desk. The receptionist wasn’t nice at all. She looked at me like I was pathetic and I wasn’t supposed to be here. I handed her my appointment letter. She collected it rudely, scanned it and nodded. “You’re the new secretary, Miss Selena. Please head to the top floor. The CEO is expecting you. I guessed you fucked your way to the top,” she whispered enough for me to hear her. I was stunned, this is my first encounter with her, and she is this sassy and wait a minute, the CEO himself? My legs nearly betray me. “Why would someone as important as t