Dare To Seduce My Boss

Episode 2

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Olga got heads turning towards her the minute she made her entrance into the company, heading to her office. Her colleagues all appeared surprised at her outfit. Knowing such clothing was prohibited at the office but she still had the guts to wear them made everyone give her the stare.

Olga didn't seem to mind the attention. In fact she seemed thrilled by it. To her, if she could not go unnoticed by her colleagues, then for sure he would also come to notice her and probably even drool over her before work is over for the day.

Her goal, to make a statement in Harry's heart and get him to come begging for her love. She was still making her majestic entrance when Janet, a co-worker at the company walked up to her.

"What's wrong with you Olga?" She asked in a stern whisper.

"Excuse you?" Was Olga's response.

Janet's eyes scanned through the work space seeing the peering eyes of their co-workers. Everyone one cramped up in a corner engaging in silent talks as they stared at them.

Olga was about to walk away when Janet pulled her by the hand.

"Come with me" she said, walking briskly.

Her steps were to quick for Olga to keep up with. Slowing down wasn't an option either as Janet still held on to her wrist.

"Slow down! Where are you taking me to? You're waking too fast, my heels hurt." Olga cried out.

Janet ignored her as she took her in to the lady's room. Olga reached for her foot, rubbing on it.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you have to drag me all the way down here so fast my feet hurts from these heels." Olga queried.

"Oh! Your feet hurts?" She feigned concern.

"Well good, maybe you'll be able to understand better what I have to say now." Janet replied.

Olga hissed, eyeing her as she reached for her other foot

"What's this you're wearing Olga?"

"So this is why you dragged me all the way here. You should've just told me you liked my outfit" she sighed

"Don't worry, I'll probably let you have them later or better still, refer you to the boutique I'd bought them from." She said.

Janet scoffs at her statement. "You're just so unbelievable. What's there to like about you wearing a short tight pink leather pants that's barely up to your knees and this black blouse you have on that's got your cleavages out?"

"The only thing this blouse has got covered are your n*****s. We got a new boss coming in to work today. What do you think he'll say if you go in his office dressed like this?" She queried.

"That's a question I can't answer right now. I guess I'll know my response to that when I go see him in his office and introduce myself as his secretary." Olga replied, fixing her face in the mirror in front of her.

Janet tuts her lips in frustration. "You're one piece of work, you know that? Just pray the new boss isn't the extremely strict type or you risk a suspension. Worse still, a sack letter."

"Whatever, it's my job at stake not yours." She rolls her eyes.

"I'll best take my chances. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave to my office. And I advice you do same." She sassed, using her hand to wave Janet to the side as she walks out.

"The nerve..." Janet scoffs in disbelief. She follows behind Olga out of the restroom.

Olga knocks on Harry's door, adjusting her skirt and pulling her blouse down a little bit more.

"Come in." Harry's masculine voice called from within.

Olga squealed silently, excited to see the reaction on Harry's face when he finds that he's got a hot and sexy woman for his secretary. One that's willing to do all she could to have him.

She gently opens the door and walks in, she doesn't bother to shut the door. Harry hadn't noticed her presence yet as he was busy sorting out some work.

After standing still for some minutes, she clears her throat to draw his attention to her. Immediately he turns his attneuion to her.

"Good morning sir. I hear you're the new CEO here at our company. Permit me to say that it's great having you here with us sir. And I thought to come welcome you myself as I had missed your first arrival here at the office yesterday.

"You see, I actually had some important work to do back at home, it's why I left so early. I can assure you sir that I'm not a lazy bum, sorry, I meant I'm not a lazy person.

"So, on behalf of me and my colleagues, welcome new CEO boss and I must say sir, you really are very good looking as I've heard. I'm sure you get stares alot." She winked, smiling from ear to ear.

All the while she spoke, Harry couldn't get a word in. Most of the time he listened, he was trying to figure out who she was and what her role in the company was. Seeing she was done, he opened his mouth to speak.

Olga watched as his lips parted, every part of her yearned to kiss them but she needed to hear what he had to say.

"Excuse me. I didn't quiet get your name in the whole ramble. Who are you?" Were his first words to her. He hadn't gotten that part yet from all she had said.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I had forgot to introduce myself properly."

She walks closer to his table. "I'm Olga sir. Olga Bartley" she replied, leaning forward for a hand shake, giving Harry a clearer view of her cleavages that hung half way out.

Harry cleared his throat at the discomfort her felt with her gesture, and ignores her hand shake. He instead waves her away from his table.

Slightly embarrassed, she moves a bit backwards.

"Ms Bartley, right?" Olga affirms with a nod.

"How did you get in here?"

"Oh. I got in through the company's main entrance. That is after I'd walked past the security guards and...

"Not that. I'm not interested in knowing how you walked past the gate or through the seven seas to get here.

"I'm asking how you got here, into my office." He said coldly.

"Well you should have been more precise with your question then.

"He has no interest in hearing my tales through the seven seas he says. When did I even mention the seven seas just now?" She mumbled silently."

"What's that you say?" He asked, giving her a look of disgust.

Olga felt a bit insulted by his words and stare but tried her best to maintain her composure.

"Actually I work here sir. That's how I'm able to come here, to your office."

"And what exactly is it that you do here?"

"I work here as a secretary sir. Your secretary." She replied, politely."

"Really? If you really do work here as my secretary, them why are you dressed like a hooker?"

"Are you here to work or seduce your colleagues huh, tell me? Or maybe you're here to turn this place into some strip club."

"How long have you even been working here that you do not know the proper work dress code to keep up with?"

""You know what? Don't bother responding to that. Now before I say anything worse than I already have, it'll be in your best interest to go back to wherever it is you crawled out from and go get changed."

"With all the money you're paid to work here, I find it hard to believe that you can't afford proper clothing for yourself. Have you ever always dressed this way to work? God!" He exclaimed in frustration.

Olga could feel her blood boil within her. She got all dressed up for his ass and he didn't even fall for it. Heck! He couldn't even recognize her. Is that how easily he forgets? She thought, staring at him with anger written all over her face.

"Well? What are you still standing here for? Go home and get changed into something more decent and appropriate for a work place before the other female employees start following in your steps, dressing to work like hookers." He said, turning away back to his work.

Olga scoffs. She's never felt so speechless when insulted by someone before and that infuriated her the more. Angrily, she stomps out of his office, heading back home.

Harry shook his head in dismay at what just happened. He reached for his telephone on the table and punches a number on the dial pad.

"HR? Get me employee records of a Ms Olga Bartley. I want every single detail you got on her and I need it here at my office immediately." He ordered and drops the call.