I look back at his face. It’s intense, and I’m wondering if all the anger is because I lied…or if it stems from something else.

“I’m old enough to be fucked,” I whisper, feeling my face flame.

He lets go of my wrist, and I stumble away from him. The chair behind me catches me and keeps me from falling. I land in it, sitting down harder than I mean to.

Mr. Foster stands, coming around his desk like an animal stalking his prey. He stops when he gets to the other side and leans against the glass, staring down at me. I sit up straighter and try to right my skirt that bunched up a little in my fall.

I can’t believe I said that, and I also can’t believe how handsome this man is. His midnight-black hair looks like he’s been running his fingers through it. It’s a little long on the top, like he needs a trim. As if he’s too busy to have it done.

His button-up shirt is unbuttoned a little, no trace of a tie anywhere. His slacks mold to his legs perfectly, and I know this is a custom suit from the way it lies against him. I’m so in over my head, but I’ve already come this far. Already got caught in a lie. What do I really have to lose at this point?

I need to not squirm under his gaze or shy away. I have to make it seem like I belong here, too, no matter how untrue that might be. I sit up a little straighter and see his eyes are on my legs.

“You’ve already lied to me, Miss Myers. Why shouldn’t I tell you to get the hell out of my office right this second?” he asks, still looking down at me.

His body is tense, but leaning against the desk, he seems almost casual. I can’t get a read on him at all because I’m wondering the same thing he is. Why hasn’t he thrown me out of his office already?

“That’s how bad I want this job. I’ll do anything,” I admit. “I know I don’t have a lot of experience, but I’m a fast learner and I’ll show you I can do this. Just give me a chance. That’s all I’m asking.”

“I’ve gone through a lot of assistants and it’s wearing me thin. I don’t want to do this again in a few weeks’ time. I need to know you can handle my demands, that you won’t go running.”

“I can, I promise,” I plead, a spark of hoping lighting inside me. This job could solve so many problems for me right now.

He pushes off his desk and takes a step towards me, until he’s inches from me, leaning forward. His hands go to the armrests of my chair, and suddenly I feel caged in.

“You’ll handle everything I need,” he challenges as he moves further into my space. His intensity hits me hard. His warm scent fills my lungs. I didn't know a smell could be so sexy. I look up at him through my eyelashes. “My schedules, taking notes, being where I need you to be at a moment's notice.” He pauses for a moment, standing but a breath away from me. He inhales, like he’s breathing me in. “And other needs as well. The needs a man like me will have with a little thing like you running around this office all day.”

I feel one of his hands on my thighs, pushing them apart as much as my skirt will allow. Then his fingers slide up. I sit there, unsure what to do as my breathing picks up. “But you knew that, didn't you? Came here willing to give me anything I want. Right?” He asks the question, but it doesn’t really sound like he wants an answer.

His other hand comes to my hip, and he jerks me down the chair so that my ass is nearly hanging off the edge. The movement allows him to reach my panties. I feel myself lift to the touch, but I’m not sure why I’m doing it. Why, all of a sudden, I crave his touch there. I should say no. I should push him away, but I need this job. At least that’s what I’m trying to tell myself. But in reality I need him to touch me. Just a little. A small touch.

One finger slides into my panties, and I gasp. “Oh, God.”

“Say my name,” he corrects me, eyes locking with mine.

“Mr. Foster. Sir,” I breathe out, and I feel myself push my chest towards him, unable to stop my body’s reactions to his.

A deep noise comes from him as his finger slides through my folds. I moan a little.

“Already wet. You came here to give me this and I’m going to take it,” he says before his lips take mine in a hard kiss. His tongue pushes into my mouth, demanding entry. I open for him, giving him want he wants. His hand between my legs strokes me back and forth, and I feel it coming.

The small, simple touches send me over the edge, and my orgasm pours from me. I try to moan, but his mouth over mine muffles the sounds. The delicious waves of pleasure wash over me as his tongue slows, giving me sweet little licks as he nibbles on my bottom lip.

When he pulls back, he tugs at my panties. I lift a little as he pulls them down my legs, removing them. I lazily open my eyes. I hadn’t even noticed they were closed. He’s standing up straight, looking down at me.

My panties in one hand, his other hand is at his mouth as he licks his fingers clean. He’s tasting me. I blush once again. He places the panties in the pocket of his slacks and returns to the other side of his desk to sit down.

I sit up and try to straighten myself, suddenly feeling cold in the giant room, maybe even a little lonelier. The silence grows, and I don’t know if I should say something.

“You start tomorrow,” he finally says, breaking my downward spiral. “I’ll need you to be at my beck and call, so it will be easier if you stay close to me. I’ll either look into a place in my building or have you use one of my spare rooms. Be here first thing in the morning.”




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