Novel & Cerita Sexy Receptionist

The weekend had passed, and Hannah Snow's mood was exceptionally good. Her usual business-like face was now adorned with an unprecedented warm smile as she greeted her colleagues passing by. Everyone she met was left dumbfounded. Was this really their venomous secretary? Oh my god! They quickly checked to see if they had won the lottery today! Her phone rang, and the ringing tone made Hannah Snow's face change instantly. With lightning speed, she ducked into an empty corridor and cautiously answered the call with the sweetest tone, "Mom?"

The receptionist continued to blatantly disregard my request, leaving me feeling increasingly frustrated. I wasn't sure how to proceed when suddenly, an elegantly dressed woman in her thirties, entered the lobby. The receptionist's attitude seemed to change instantly as she greeted the woman with a friendly smile. "Good morning, Ma'am. How can I assist you today?" the receptionist inquired, her tone noticeably more affable. The woman reciprocated the smile and replied, "Hi there, I'm here to drop off some documents for Mr. LK."

It’s quite fun to watch people do their daily activities and sometimes it makes me feel like a spy. I approach the nice-looking receptionist who appears to have a smile attached to her face. Why do all receptionists smile like that? It's kind of freaky. "Hi, my name is Rachel Green, I’m getting discharged today," I say to her "Hello, Miss Green, please wait up while I check my computer." "Sure." She types something on her computer before lifting her gaze to look at me. "Ohh my gosh! My sincere apologies Miss Green I didn’t know you are Richie Maranzano’s fiancé."

In that moment, I silently prayed for my dream to somehow come true—just once, to taste that ‘dream come true. “Hello, welcome to Sophie’s Bridals,” the receptionist greeted us warmly as we approached her desk. “Thank you,” I replied softly. “Girl, I love your peplum top,” Allison complimented her, stretching out to touch the fabric. With a big, welcoming smile, the receptionist responded, “Thank you so much!” “Jacqueline McCall,” I introduced myself. She quickly checked her screen, her fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard. “Yes, ma’am, we have you on the list for today,” she confirmed, smiling again.

The massive building towered above me arrogantly, all black glass and polished steel, looking just as intimidating as the man sitting somewhere inside it. Each step I took toward the entrance made my stomach tighten harder. Mason is home today. That thought repeated inside my head like reassurance. He called in sick. Which means he won't be here. Good. The second I stepped into the lobby, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor, my eyes landed on the receptionist behind the front desk. Bright red lipstick. Skin-tight blouse. Ridiculously low neckline. Completely unprofessional. Not my fucking business. "How can we help you, ma'am?" she asked politely.

A beautiful receptionist greeted. Rowan turned to look at the brown-haired receptionist, and his eye lighted up as an idea brewed inside him. He put his hand in his pocket and walked towards the receptionist desk, smiling, which caused the receptionist to blush. “Hello there, beautiful.” Rowan flirted, resting his hand on the desk. “Mr Rowan, meet Sophie, our very beautiful receptionist.” Rhea introduced. “I can see that she’s beautiful, Miss Rhea.” Rowan said, smiling at her.

I reach out to open the door, not realising that they are automatic, so they open on their own. I glance around to make sure no one saw that before proceeding inside. The cool crisp air from the inside hit me in the face, along with the powerful scent of a male cologne. "Hello, maybe I help you?" A pretty blonde standing at the reception area asks. She gives a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I'm Angela Smith-" "Oh, yes. The new secretary. Someone will be down in a minute to show you around." I can see the blonde checking me out as I wait. When our eyes meet, she gives me a not so genuine smile, then peers at the computer before her.

There was too much at stake and too little time. "Good afternoon, ma'am," the receptionist said as soon as I walked into the office. "How may I help you?" I noticed the smile on her face as her eyes ran over me, making sure to take in my hair, earrings, rings and even as far as my purse. It was obvious she was sizing me up and I didn't like it one bit.

So I walk up to what I assume should be the receptionist’s desk. “Good morning. How may I help you?” the receptionist asks politely. But she is way too polite, and her smile is fake and forced, like she isn’t happy to be at work. Did I mention she is drop-dead gorgeous? She could be a model. Blonde hair styled to perfection, blue eyes, clear skin, and so on. What the hell am I going to do if being gorgeous were required to get a job here? What… “How may I help you, Miss?” the receptionist snaps.

"Mr. Fulcher?" The receptionist was a typical fan girl who was already infatuated with Julian's appearance. She couldn't contain her excitement and exclaimed, "Yes! The one who’s really tall and super handsome! My goodness, I don't even have words to describe him!" The receptionist's eyes sparkled as she continued excitedly, "Anyway, he's incredibly good-looking. He's way more attractive than the movie stars on television! And that air around him..." Even after chattering on for a few more minutes, the receptionist was still very excited. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that the man must come from a noble background.