A Situation

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The new secretary was hot. There was no question about that. Sam sat behind his desk, breathing in the lingering scent of her perfume. When she’d bent over to pick up that pencil off of the floor, he’d envisioned all sorts of things he’d like to do to her, things a person shouldn’t be thinking about at work—unless that person had it written into the contract that the secretary had signed that said it was all acceptable. Mia wasn’t the kind of girl he would’ve normally hired. When Veronica had asked him to check in on the interview, he’d noted she was beautiful, but she’d been so unprofessionally put together at that interview, he’d told Veronica she was a pass. Until Beau came in and insisted he hire her. It was the best choice his brother had made in a long time. Sam did his best to concentrate one work, but he kept thinking about Mia, about how her bottom curved when she bent over, the way the slit in her skirt showed just a hint of what she was hiding beneath that black fabric. He thought about how what it would be like to bend her over his desk. Finding it hard to breathe, Sam loosened his tie. There was no way he could concentrate on marketing with that sexy woman sitting out there a few feet on the other side of the wall. In her new clothes, she was a new woman. Still innocent and trusting, but hotter than hellfire. Sam picked up the phone. “Mia, can you come in here for a moment, please?” “Yes, Mr. Whitaker.” Even the sound of her voice was enough to electrify him. He wasn’t even sure what he was going to have her do. He just needed to see her body again. Mia knocked on the door and he called for her to enter. She was still hesitant, as she had been the first time. She walked in a few steps, her hands folded in front of her. The scent of roses and lilacs filled his lungs again. He wanted her in the worst way, and this was only his second encounter with her. How could he possibly wait a week or two, as he normally did, to break her in? Clearing his throat, he looked around the room. The pencil he’d placed earlier. There was nothing like that now. It didn’t matter. She’d signed the contract. He could have her do whatever he liked. If she didn’t want to, she could quit. She’d have to repay her debts, but it wasn’t that much money. Sam stood, though he imagined the bulge in his pants was likely visible if she wanted to look. She did want to look, too. He could see her eyes wanting to drop lower, to trail over his body the way his had been tracing hers from the moment she’d walked into the room. “Mia, I’d like for you to come and stand at the end of my desk, right here.” He gestured to the side of his desk where he’d been envisioning taking her for the last hour or so. He could tell by the shift in her eyes that she was unsettled and curious as to what he was going to ask her to do, but she walked over anyway and stood near him, as he’d asked her to. With skin like porcelain and silky black hair, she was exquisite, and he wanted to touch her so badly. But for now, he’d have to wait. “Stay there,” he insisted. Then, Sam walked around behind her, taking a position next to the window. Her ass was perfect, so small and tight. He longed to palm each cheek, to rub and squeeze until she cried out his name. “Bend over and lie down on the desk,” he instructed. She seemed confused, as if she wasn’t sure she could trust him, like she wasn’t sure she knew exactly what he wanted. But she did know. She took a deep breathe. He watched her shoulders raise and then lower. Then, she did as she was told and leaned over, pressing her perky, round breasts to the desk. He immediately stiffened, watching her lie there. He envisioned himself coming up behind her, taking her hair out of that bun and wrapping it around his arm as he pulled back, hard. He’d slip his fingers in first but then, once she was dripping wet and ready, he’d enter her, taking her hard and fast until she was writhing and screaming in pleasure. That couldn’t happen yet, though. As badly as he wanted her, he couldn’t do that on the first day. Not even the first week. He’d have to be patient and wait. Still, the woman was driving him crazy, and he’d invited her to lunch. How would he sit next to her in a restaurant and not drag his fingers up her thigh beneath the table? “Spread your legs further,” he said, knowing he was just torturing himself. She did, not quite wide enough for his liking, but wide enough that the seam in her skirt split higher, and he could see a hint of her inner thigh. He imagined what it would be like to run his tongue across that smooth skin…. The tightening in his groin was growing painful, but he wouldn’t allow himself to relieve it. He needed to breath her in, though, to relish in that intoxicating scent. Sam took a few steps so that he was standing right behind her. Mia’s head was lying to the side so that he could see him. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted slightly, her breathing stilted as she looked at him, trying to sort out what he might do. She wanted him. He could smell it, see it in her eyes. But if he pushed her too hard too fast, it would ruin everything. Sam stepped around her and sat down behind his desk, hiding his bulging erection. Not that he cared if he saw it. He wanted her to look. Her eyes followed him, but she didn’t move. “You may stand.” Mia stood, but she didn’t tug at her skirt or straighten her shirt. He checked the time. “I’ll see you in thirty minutes for lunch.” “Yes, sir.” She still didn’t move. “You may go.” “Yes, sir.” Mia headed back to the door from which she’d entered, but before she got out of the office, the other door, the side door, opened, and Beau walked in. When he saw Mia, his eyes widened, and a smile came over his face. It was clear his brother was attracted to the woman, too. Did Mia feel the same about him? Sam’s eyes went to his secretary’s face. Yeah—she did. She wanted Beau, too. She wanted both of them. “What an interesting situation,” he thought to himself, a crooked grin taking over his handsome face.
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