Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30399 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30399 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“Yes.” Cesar looks perplexed by whatever request Mr. O’Hare had made. “Slight change of plans. Mr. O’Hare will be finishing your office orientation personally.” I swear it takes everything I have not to gasp out loud.
Chapter 5
Finn
Lucia hesitates at the threshold of my inner sanctum as if she’s afraid the floor is made of lava or there are other dangers lurking in the shadows.
“Come in.” I gesture toward her. “It’s not booby trapped.”
At the suggestion that she might be frightened, her nose comes up and her shoulders straighten. “I didn’t think it was.” She steps in and takes a look around, her gaze stopping at my massive desk. The eight-foot-long structure is custom made out of mahogany and is sturdy enough to withstand an earthquake—or a really good fucking now that I think about it. It’s the perfect height for bending her over and taking her from behind. The skirt would make it easy. I’d sit in my leather chair and ask her to come over and grab my letter opener. She’d reach across and her tits would hang down like ripe plums. I’d let her rub up against me until her nipples distend and harden. She’d suddenly exclaim that it was very hot. I’d tell her to feel free to take off her jacket, but she’d decline because she got up late and didn’t have time to put on a blouse. She’d be naked underneath the jacket—and the skirt. When she bent over the desk, the skirt would ride up, exposing her juicy cunt lips. Her pussy would be wet and, because I’m a kind and generous boss, I’d let my fingers slide between her legs, fingering her lightly as she got all my paperwork in order.
“Cesar said you were going to finish my office orientation?”
My attention slides from her well-covered ass to her gorgeous face. There’s a slight pink riding high on her cheeks. Is my erection that obvious? When I asked about the sexual harassment policy, Monica told me that I could not ask for sex in exchange for anything, which I knew. I was also to keep my lust to myself, which meant no walking around with a hard-on in front of poor Lucia. I glance down surreptitiously and am relieved to see my suit coat is still disguising my desire. It’s likely the long silence. Those are always uncomfortable. I clear my throat. “This is my office. You’re welcome any time, even if the door is closed.”
“What if you have...someone in here?”
“You’re my assistant. You see all the documents and know my entire schedule. There aren’t any secrets happening inside these four walls that you won’t be privy to.”
The pink turns to a yellow-ish green as if there’s something about my business that is a turn off to her. I frown. Is she morally opposed to my company? “What made you decide to apply to O’Hare? You didn’t think it was the airport, right?”
“No, of course not. It’s known for being a good company with good benefits. I think you were going to give me a tour of these benefits?”
“Yeah.” Too bad that can’t start and end in my pants. “There’s a washroom through the door to the left. You’re free to use that at any time.” I clamp down on my brain before it can delve too far into wet and wild Lucia. The image of her leaning under the rain head with water sluicing over her ripe tits while I eat her out flashes across my eyes and nearly sends me to my knees.
“Why do you have a shower in your office?” That hint of something—is it disapproval?—is back.
“Not to scare you off, but sometimes a deal requires constant vigilance and I end up sleeping here.”
“Hmmm,” she mutters.
“There aren’t many nights like that,” I reassure her. Although, with her around, maybe I can find new ways to work late. I’ll have to check with Monica to see if that falls under the no category. “Let me show you the rest.”
Regretfully, we have to leave the office. Monica watches me with narrow and suspicious eyes. I wave cheerily at her. “We’re all in one piece,” I say.
“She needs to be back at her desk in an hour,” Monica tells me.
“Yes, ma’am.” I salute her. “Monica’s in charge of you,” I inform Lucia.
“She seems great.”
“She is. Go to her for anything. Our fitness center, lunchroom and lounge are on the top floor,” I say and punch the up button.
“I’m surprised your offices aren’t on the top floor.”
I hold the door open while Lucia steps into the elevator car. “Employees are the most important part of any organization. Treat them well and you’ll prosper. You’re free to eat anything in the cafeteria at any time of the day. The fitness center is open twenty-four hours as well. The rooftop garden is accessible only during work hours unless we’re hosting a party. It’s for safety reasons,” I explain.