Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
Shaking my head, I get back to work. It's a busy time of year in the domestic shipping industry. I look up a while later when there is a soft knock on my door.
"Come in," I say. The door slowly pushes open and then she's standing before me. She's wearing a low-cut purple dress that flares at the knees and ecru kitten heels. Always ecru. Her dress is so tight and low cut that I can see the inside curve of her tits. My fists clench on my desk. Possessive jealousy washes over me. Who the hell else saw her like this? Saw what I think of as mine?
"You wanted me, Mr. Thorne? She pauses. I can see the blush rising on her cheeks. Then she giggles and I think my cock will bust through my slacks. "I mean, you wanted to see me," she corrects, smiling at me. Her green eyes are bright, and I feel like she's looking through me. Her black hair is shiny and hanging in loose curls at her shoulders.
Fuck me running, she is going to break me without even trying.
Chapter Two
Nina Firth
Way to go, Nina, I think as I walk over to the chair he indicated in front of his sleek desk. He makes me tongue tied. I know he only asked me here because he needs an assistant, but a girl can dream, right? And I have dreamt about him. A lot. Ever since I first saw him, his tie unknotted hanging loose around his neck, hair disheveled, I lusted after him. Then as time went on, I got to know him. I sought him out at parties, and he humored me. Stupidly, I fell in love with a man twelve years older than me who'd never give me the time of day. He probably dates models or actresses, not little girl nobodies, like me. Though to be fair, in my FBI level stalking of him, I never saw him with anybody other than his mom, grandmother, or sister. Not even in his college days still immortalized on Facebook and something called Myspace. I am sure he's well versed in keeping things private though. I sit, crossing my legs, not taking my eyes off of him. He licks his lips. Maybe he's not so unaffected by me as I thought he was.
"You were right the first time," he mumbles under his breath, but I understand what he said. It has me squirming in my seat.
"Excuse me?" I ask, needing him to say it louder.
"Nothing." He shakes his head. Thank you for coming in today, Ms. Firth," he says instead. Damn it. Maybe I just thought he said that.
"Nina," I say quickly. Ms. Firth is too formal.
"Nina, do you know why you're here?" he asks nodding.
"Yes, Mr. Thorne. My grandmother said you needed a temporary assistant. I am happy to help you in any way," I say reaching into my bag and pulling out my iPad. Opening a text document, I prepare to take notes. "What would you like me to do to you. Shit. I mean for you. Ugh. What are my duties?" I want to die. Crawl in a hole and die. I am so unprofessional. I should get out of the chair and walk away before he thinks I'm crazy. Except I can't. I know there is a huge wet spot on the chair. In the few minutes I've been in his office, I've soaked through my panties. It's his voice, his body, his mannerisms. He turns me on so much so that I feel like I'm on fire. Liquid fire, but fire, nonetheless.
"You'll call me Karl. Let's go to lunch," he says. Not a question but more like a statement of fact.
"But my duties?" I ask, trying to keep my cool.
"I think you misunderstand, Nina. I did tell your grandmother I wanted you to come in for a job, but that's not why I wanted you to come in."
"Did you use my grandmother to get me here so you could ask me out?" I question, setting my iPad on the empty chair to my right.
"Yes. Is that a problem?"
"No. Just clarifying."
"Let's go," he says standing. I can feel my eyes widen as he does so. His cock is poking out of the waistband of his slacks.
"Um… Karl?"
"Yes, Nina?" His voice is thicker than it was a moment ago.
"Um… your," I start say but end up pointing to the area instead. He looks down then back up to me.
"Say the word, Nina," he demands. Fuck it. If he wants me to talk to him like a hooker, I will. I step a little closer to him. Emboldened by his command, I reach out and touch the thick, slick head that's poking out. I run my thumb in light circles around the tip. He shudders under my touch.