obviously didn’t hear the knock at my door, so Davina let herself in. She was my sixth secretary in three years, and I couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t keep one. They were easy enough to catch, but I’d be damned if I could figure out how to keep them. The last one, Jackie . . . well, I had screwed that up spectacularly by screwing her. Willie didn’t give a fuck who I fucked or where, but working with a woman you accidentally slept with in a moment of weakness was total insanity, especially when the woman wanted something I couldn’t give her. I wasn’t looking for a commitment, and I felt like pond scum for not making that clearer to Jackie.
I didn’t normally behave that way with women. I was always up front when I was looking to scratch an itch. But, I’d been pissed off at the monumental failure my relationship with Leah had been, and I’d turned to a very willing secretary.
I liked women—hell, I fucking loved women—and I loved to show them just how much I love them. But I had rules:
1. I treated them with respect, even if it was only a one-time tumble between the sheets.
2. I didn’t do employees, friends, friend’s sisters or relatives, and just recently, I’d added porn stars to the list.
3. I didn’t sleep over, and I sure as shit didn’t cuddle.
4. I made sure women knew what they were getting into before I got into them. It was always casual, no strings attached, mind blowing sex.
Jackie had hoped for more, and for that I paid dearly; I lost a great secretary and was still sorting through some very angry hate mail with some very explicit plans for my genitals.
I glanced at another sticky note sitting on my desk. It was far from hate mail and was one I had saved from yesterday.
She had done my laundry! While I had been rudely ignoring her in an attempt to battle the raging lust burning under my skin, she had been nothing but completely sweet. SHE DID MY FUCKING LAUNDRY! Her tiny hands had been on my underwear. I groaned and glanced up as Davina paused in front of my desk, one hand on her hip, a wad of files in her other.
She was stunning, and I was appalled that I had hired someone so fucking stunning. I was not going to break my rules again, but as Davina stood there in a tight grey skirt, which hugged her ass in a way that made my fingers twitch, and a sleeveless white silk top, which gave an impressive view of her cleavage. I really wanted to slap myself for tempting fate on rule number two. I should have specified to the employment agency that my secretary needed to be over fifty. Over fifty, married, kids . . . fuck, even grandkids. That would be a safe secretary. Davina was not safe!
I scrunched up the second sticky note from Wiska and threw it in the bin as well, then pulled a bud from my ear and stared at Davina. Finally, she rolled her eyes and threw the files on my desk. Her eye roll wasn’t anywhere near as endearing as Wiska’s. ‘Endearing’, now that was a little less gay than cute and adorable.
“That’s the last of the Xavier merger you were curious about,” she purred in that British accent that got under my balls and tickled them.
“Cool, thanks,” I murmured, sticking the earbud back in place. I purposefully ignored Davina, and my gaze sought out the computer screen in front of me.
I had just started playing The Walking Dead , and I was already stuck. I hated gaming, but I was waiting for reports to be emailed from the US, which meant I didn’t have shit to do until they arrived. And I was hiding. At home, all that greeted me was an eccentric gay man, his way too serious lover, and a porn star. A gorgeous, blue eyed, blond haired porn star that could break down fucking walls and destroy my rules with nothing more than a smile.
A gentle warmth at my side caused me to jump, and when Davina lowered her fine ass to my desk, her silk covered
I didn’t normally behave that way with women. I was always up front when I was looking to scratch an itch. But, I’d been pissed off at the monumental failure my relationship with Leah had been, and I’d turned to a very willing secretary.
I liked women—hell, I fucking loved women—and I loved to show them just how much I love them. But I had rules:
1. I treated them with respect, even if it was only a one-time tumble between the sheets.
2. I didn’t do employees, friends, friend’s sisters or relatives, and just recently, I’d added porn stars to the list.
3. I didn’t sleep over, and I sure as shit didn’t cuddle.
4. I made sure women knew what they were getting into before I got into them. It was always casual, no strings attached, mind blowing sex.
Jackie had hoped for more, and for that I paid dearly; I lost a great secretary and was still sorting through some very angry hate mail with some very explicit plans for my genitals.
I glanced at another sticky note sitting on my desk. It was far from hate mail and was one I had saved from yesterday.
She had done my laundry! While I had been rudely ignoring her in an attempt to battle the raging lust burning under my skin, she had been nothing but completely sweet. SHE DID MY FUCKING LAUNDRY! Her tiny hands had been on my underwear. I groaned and glanced up as Davina paused in front of my desk, one hand on her hip, a wad of files in her other.
She was stunning, and I was appalled that I had hired someone so fucking stunning. I was not going to break my rules again, but as Davina stood there in a tight grey skirt, which hugged her ass in a way that made my fingers twitch, and a sleeveless white silk top, which gave an impressive view of her cleavage. I really wanted to slap myself for tempting fate on rule number two. I should have specified to the employment agency that my secretary needed to be over fifty. Over fifty, married, kids . . . fuck, even grandkids. That would be a safe secretary. Davina was not safe!
I scrunched up the second sticky note from Wiska and threw it in the bin as well, then pulled a bud from my ear and stared at Davina. Finally, she rolled her eyes and threw the files on my desk. Her eye roll wasn’t anywhere near as endearing as Wiska’s. ‘Endearing’, now that was a little less gay than cute and adorable.
“That’s the last of the Xavier merger you were curious about,” she purred in that British accent that got under my balls and tickled them.
“Cool, thanks,” I murmured, sticking the earbud back in place. I purposefully ignored Davina, and my gaze sought out the computer screen in front of me.
I had just started playing The Walking Dead , and I was already stuck. I hated gaming, but I was waiting for reports to be emailed from the US, which meant I didn’t have shit to do until they arrived. And I was hiding. At home, all that greeted me was an eccentric gay man, his way too serious lover, and a porn star. A gorgeous, blue eyed, blond haired porn star that could break down fucking walls and destroy my rules with nothing more than a smile.
A gentle warmth at my side caused me to jump, and when Davina lowered her fine ass to my desk, her silk covered
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