It was just before seven and I was sitting at my desk. Fuck, you would think that I was waiting on a date or something. Olivia hadn’t responded since I sent her the message telling her to get her butt in here. Part of me was nervous that she wouldn’t show up. I’d sent her a very generous offer after I calculated how much I was paying Scarlett and the pennies she was making and I tripled it.
My laptop was closed, and my phone was in front of me.
What the fuck did this Olivia look like?
I had seen her hands, feet and even the top of her damn head on her financial investment blog. At one point, it seemed as if she was going to write a book, but then she stopped posting on the blog over the last few months. It’d gone from a post a week, to a post every two months. There was no photo of her face; it was so fucking weird. I had a vision of her being devastatingly ugly, until I saw her feet. They proved that she wasn’t hideous unless they weren’t even her fucking feet. People do some fucked-up shit on the Internet. I remembered hearing a story about an author who stole a Brazilian model’s photo just so that everyone could think that she was some sexy chick writing sexy shit.
Alec, my best friend, barged in, completely distracting me from waiting for Olivia to show up. “Why are you sitting there like that? That’s weird.”
I stood up to try and save face; he was right. I wasn’t the type to sit down and wait, but I’d snooped the previous night when I got home. And then I’d started to get scared that she was one of those women that were wanted by the police, and that was the reason she was hiding her identity. Scarlett wasn’t coming into the office today, I told her to take a break. I managed to let her know that she needed a break and maybe time apart would be good for us.
“All couples take a break sometimes, it’s good for them. It makes them miss each other more,” I lied, because I’d never been in a relationship. What the fuck did I know about it? I couldn’t tell her that I wouldn’t miss her secretarial skills only her sexual ones.
My mind diverted back to Olivia, this must be the reason that she’s hiding her face, she was a wanted woman. That was the only thing that made sense, she didn’t live far so it couldn’t be a transport issue.
Shit, I thought that women were paranoid. Then again with my track record I had the right to be fucking paranoid.
“Scarlett’s left?”
My best friend was the one person on this planet that I couldn’t lie to.
“Not exactly.”
“So, you fired her?” Alec asked, trying to get an answer out of me. I was being cagey, but I was doing it to save face.
I knew that he would laugh, so I just told him the truth, “I made the mistake of fucking her.”
“For a change,” he said as he threw the apple that he planned to eat if he could stick to his diet in the air. Alec wasn’t tactful, like me, that was why we were best friends. There was no bullshitting between the two of us, all of the time. We’d known each other since college, and we clicked. As soon as I wanted to open the company, he was a natural choice to work with, someone that I could rely on and most importantly, someone I could trust.
“And then the next thing I know, I come into work and she’s demanding that I say I love her. It was weird enough that she left some fucking photos on my desk.”
“Of what?”
It was too early in the morning to talk about this, but I knew that I couldn’t fob him off and decided to tell him the whole story. I decided that I needed a shot of bourbon so I headed to the small bar in the corner of my office; normally I wouldn’t drink this early in the morning but I needed something to take off the edge.
“Her engagement ring. Oh, and I missed out the part about her wanting me to tell her that I loved her. I don’t even say that to my mom. Let alone, someone that I've been fucking for a week. I had to get rid of her and tell her that she was on temporary leave, that it was best that couples spent some time apart. I had a vision of coming to work today and seeing her wedding dress on my desk.”
“Virgins!” Alec signaled for me to pour him a glass too.
I shook my head, “Did she look like a virgin to you?”
I handed him his glass, and he said, “She was young, came from Kansas and had only been working in the city two weeks before you hired her. She was all of what, twenty-one? If that. Sure, she was hot, but she was inexperienced, she had no qualifications and I am sure that you didn’t hire her based on her skills. Did you even look at her resumé?”
I ignored his question thinking that I did hire her for all the wrong reasons as I shot back my bourbon and headed to the bar to grab another one. After this I would need an espresso and then I would lay off the booze for the rest of the day.
“We only started fucking last Monday and now she wants to be Mrs. Hamilton. What the fuck?”
“So, you want the company to be fucked up by the employment agency because you can’t stop fucking the staff?”
I hesitated for a moment before getting his glass, as he indicated that he wanted a top-up too. I was tempted to ask him about his wife, Erika, or even his kids, just to completely change the subject. He was the CFO, and back at Yale he was only interested in fucking the head cheerleader, whereas I had my sights set on fucking the whole team.
He put a ring on Erika, and the moment we finished at Yale, they were married. They’ve been having babies nearly every year since. I would have thought that after the first one, they would have slowed down. Yet there’s been more additions to their family almost yearly, which is why he wanted to slow down and not work so much. He wanted to merge with another firm and take a back seat or a lighter role in the company. That’s why our fucking company needed to be squeaky clean. We needed to look as if we were in control and knew what the fuck we were doing. Which is why I didn’t want to tell him the truth about Scarlett, but I knew that he would find out. In this company, women had big mouths and men even bigger; they all loved to gossip.
“No of course not. But listen, I had an idea.”
He arched an eyebrow after he took a shot of the bourbon. He handed me his glass and nodded for me to fill it up again and I realized that he was more stressed than I was. Which was weird because usually it was the other way around between the two of us.
“Remember that virtual assistant? The one that I had as a back-up when I found out that the assistants weren’t that good. She’s been filling the gaps in between.”
“The ones you fucked, the ones you were fucking or the ones that you were about to fuck?”
I handed him the glass and ignored his comment again.
“Well, she’s coming in the office. I thought that you were her. Which means—”
“You need to keep your dick in your pants and not put her into any of those three categories I just mentioned. No, I don’t want another glass and neither should you; I was just giving you the glass back seeing as you’re the bartender this morning.” He sighed as he headed to the sofa and sat down.
“I came here to say that we had a meeting with Rogers and Company, but now I feel like fucking canceling it. You just had to—”
“What did you say?”
I’d heard him, but for the first time in a long time, I was excited and not in a sexual way. Just fucking happy that things were going better than I expected, because in NY, it was hard to join any company that was bigger than yours. They tended to turn their noses up at small fishes like us and we weren’t that small, I had over 200 employees, but they had ten times that, so I was surprised at hearing this news.
“Did you say…?”
He nodded his head; I was afraid to say the words in case I jinxed it. Our top competitor was willing to merge with us. We’d sent out feelers to companies, but we never expected them to be one of them. That meant that if they did, we would be the biggest, and let’s not forget baldest, investment company in America.
“How come? What happened? I was too busy thinking about us merging with Jones Investors.” I was shaking thinking about the names that we’d thrown up into the air, that Alec said that he would contact. Companies that were our size, or just a fraction smaller. Companies that would make us bigger, but not particularly large. Rogers would make us fuck huge.
Shit. I grabbed him and kissed him on the lips. I wanted him to be my business partner, but he didn’t want his name in lights. He just wanted to support me from the sidelines and keep me on the straight and narrow. Alec was a true friend. One that I knew I could cherish forever, because he always had my back.
“Don’t do that again, it’s fucking gross! Besides Rogers would be a better match than Jones.” He laughed as he pushed me back as I was about to either kiss or hug him again, I hadn’t decided which one. Maybe he was right, I should lay off the bourbon, because it had clearly gone to my head.
“Sorry, I knocked earlier, but you were…”
Alec stood up, embarrassed that we had been caught in a kiss that was not what it looked like. But shit, I would do a lot more than kiss him if he pulled this thing off.
“Sorry, Ross was a bit excited earlier. I’m Alec, the CFO, and I’m just about to leave in case he tries to kiss me again!”
“I’m Olivia, the virtual assistant,” she said quietly. Alec looked at me and mouthed, “Behave!” before turning and heading out the door. I sat in shock at this dark-haired, emerald-eyed beauty—with hips that could ride me and a mouth that could suck me whole—being my assistant.
This really wasn’t going to go well. I needed help to make sure that this deal went through. I’m off girls, but Olivia’s far from a girl. She’s a hot, stunning, fucking temptress. One that I don’t need. I found myself stumbling like an old fool when I tried to move towards her.
Shit, I’m in trouble.
My dick agreed as it said, “Oh yes you are!”
I hadn’t worked in a real office for how long?I came in nervous as hell and all I could think about was my mom and brother at home,. only to find my boss kissing the CFO!Sure, it was none of my business, and if he’s that way inclined then sure, it’s no issue. I did spot a wedding ring on the CFO’s hand, but not on Ross’s. I just thought it was a bit strange because in the last email I got from Scarlett, she told me that she was marrying Mr. Hamilton. Maybe he swings both ways?He wouldn’t be the first. I just hope that Scarlett wasn’t too upset that she had to share him. Then again, maybe that was the reason he needed me in the office, Scarlett had caught him with another man and had to take some time off to come to grips with it. I emailed her after getting his email asking for me to come to the office, but she never replied. “I came in at seven like you said and I signed the contract.” I tried not to look at him to distract myself from what I’d seen when I came into the room, bu
Olivia sat at her desk, quietly performing the duties I was paying her to do.. Shit, I wanted to take her over to my desk and just bend her over. She was hot. No, she was on fucking fire! Shit, why did she hide on her blog? What was her secret? Why didn’t she want people to know what she looked like?Scarlett belonged on the pages of a magazine and Olivia belonged on the front cover. The girls on the cover of Playboy had nothing on Olivia. She reminded me of Angelia Jolie, with her long, flowing dark hair, and matching dark green eyes. Her eye lashes were long and soft, so as she spoke with her full, oval lips, her mouth sucked in air as if she was in charge of everything. She’d dressed in a red pencil skirt suit as if she came in to run the office, not to be my secretary. She reminded me of one of the executives that I’d worked with on many occasions. The type of woman that was in control and knew exactly how to make everything worked. She didn’t belong in an office behind closed do
I couldn’t wait to get out of his office. I kept imagining him wanting to touch my hands, or even my feet. He was hot, there was no denying that and I was tempted to ask if he had Italian blood in his family, but that would make me fantasize about him even more. The Italians have a reputation for being hot blooded lovers, maybe that was why he was with someone like Scarlett. She was young and full of energy. I asked him to focus and I was having a hard time doing just that, because every time he came near my mind would wander and not just a little bit, but a lot. He was very commanding and all it took to get my attention was a wave of his hand. I had a look at his perfectly manicured nails and wondered if he did them himself, or did a professional do them for him?It must be the way that he admired my hands and feet that had me thinking about his and every other part of his body.When did I ever get all flustered over a man? I’d met big-time millionaires like Hamilton so many times
I wondered whether it was a mistake taking her to the local bar. I’d had such a fucking long day and the woman knew her shit. That had made me even more curious about her. There wasn’t a thing that I asked her to do or was about to ask her to do that she hadn’t already thought about. It made me realize that she was way above the girls that had been working for me up until then. Don’t get me wrong, once I told them what to do, they were always happy to run with it. But there was no thinking outside the box. Not like Olivia did, and she had only been working for me for one day. I felt like a teenager with a big crush on someone’s mom. Even though we were around the same age, or maybe she was slightly younger than me, I couldn’t help but be happy that she didn’t whine and bitch about working so many hours on her first day. She’d had an early start, but that didn’t stop her from working at the same rhythm that she’d been doing from the moment that she came into the office.“Tell me somet
I didn’t know what had happened at the bar, but I couldn’t stop touching my lips. It was such a powerful kiss; I’d half-expected him to lift me up and fuck me in the bar. I started giggling like a schoolgirl as I grabbed my purse and headed out of the bar. What was he thinking? What was I thinking?He was getting married to Scarlett and he was kissing me in public. I shook my head at the idea of it. It was only a kiss… Damn, this guy just knew what he wanted, and he didn’t mind taking it. I’d been too stunned to step away or protest, but as the kiss went on, I knew I needed to tell him to stop, but I didn’t get the chance as he ran out of the door. I wasn’t the kind of woman that he could mistake for one of the girls in the office. Yet I had a feeling that he wasn’t thinking of me that way at all. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have left me at the bar wanting more. I wondered if that was the reason he didn’t even offer to take me home. Then again, it was a good thing, because I would have
Alec wanted us to catch up the following morning, but I wasn’t really in the mood, especially after such a rough night. I thought that having a cold shower would take the edge of the desperate need to be in between Olivia’s legs, but it didn’t. If anything, it made it even harder to get her off my mind because I knew why I was freezing in the shower. couldn’t get her off my mind and I’d only met her yesterday. This wasn’t a fucking temptation issue; this was deeper one which was making me feel even worse. She wasn’t the type that you wanted to bang and then feel as if you’ve made your conquest and could move on. This was deeper than that. I’d even thought up a number of reasons why I thought this was deeper than making another conquest. Number one: Olivia wasn’t the type that you just fucked and forgot about.Number two: I wanted to know her mind, find out how much she knew and challenge her intelligence.Number three: I wanted to see her body, in the light. Not fuck her from behin
This was a fucking joke. I was following Alec’s instructions exactly and staying away from Olivia. I couldn’t have her in my office, not alone. He gave me some tips before leaving me alone with her and heading back to his office. I was a mess, acting like some lovesick teenager that was unclear what to do and how to follow the rules. That wasn’t entirely wrong. So, I did some crazy shit. I told Olivia to stay at her desk and I would dictate to her. I wanted to get up and get her to come in and bend over the fucking desk, because as I was talking, I realized that it wasn’t Scarlett’s face that I was seeing but hers. She deserved more than that, some dirty thoughts, and I had to keep my head in business mode, or I would have to get rid of her. There was no two ways around it. Just a few days and if the deal comes through, she can work from home!That was Alec’s last text to me, and I pondered on it as I thought about her spending time away from me and I knew that it was the best opti
I didn’t understand what was happening, but I knew that I wanted it badly in that moment. I was completely out of control when it came to Ross. He had triggered something in me that I’d thought was completely dead. I tried to reach for him, but he had both my hands locked in his. Then he let go of one and gently squeezed my breast. I gasped into his mouth which only made him chuckle softly. Then that hand moved to my ass in a slow glide that held my attention until he moved to the curve of my hips. Was he going to go down further again? I needed him to, I thought as our eyes locked, mouths together but not actually touching.Then he kissed me, and I forgot to think. He didn’t kiss me the same way that he did the bar. If anything, this was just a promise of what he could do to me. He was exploring my body and his fingers felt as if they were everywhere at once and my body burned in reaction to his touch. I don’t know how long we were standing there. I was conflicted. I hadn’t been t