phone. “I can live with that. Have a wonderful time, sweetie.
You deserve it.”
“Thanks, mom,” I said
and clicked off my phone.
I deserved it. Funny how
it didn’t feel that way.
Ten minutes before noon,
Lance and I headed back to the car. His arms were laden with bags and boxes. I
now had at least two full wardrobes, one for work and one for play. Hopefully,
Dorian would be pleased.
The traffic downtown was
heavier than normal so it was almost 12:30 by the time the car finally pulled
to a stop in front of Black Inc. I thanked Lance and hurried inside.
Shit! I was late!
Ignoring the raised
eyebrows and glares of several female employees, I rushed toward the elevator.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Anderson slipped inside right before the doors shut. She
worked in H.R. and was in control of hiring. Of course, she also didn’t like me
one bit. After she passed on my resume, Mr. Black hired me privately.
“Ms. Jones,” she said
and widened her eyes when she took in my expensive suit.
I stood as tall as my
petit stature would allow, but she still towered over me in her stilettos.
“Mrs. Anderson.”
Her pale lips turned up
into a nasty smile. “Mr. Black gave you a raise, I see. At least you finally look the part of his assistant.”
She’s just a cranky old,
bitch. Don’t take it personally! I told myself, but it was hard to keep my face
neutral when she eyed me like a bug she wanted to step on.
“Yeah, a big fat raise,”
I said and forced myself to smile. Part of me wanted to whip out the credit
card Dorian gave me and shove it in her face, but I kept the urge in check.
“He does it with all his
girls. I assume you’re going to the board’s retreat with your boss? Tuscany is
beautiful in the fall.”
Tuscany. We were going
to Italy! To a board member’s retreat? Did that mean Sylvia would be there?
She’d been at the last shareholder’s meeting with the rest of the board.
“Yes. I’m attending.”
Dorian hadn’t made a
secret of our relationship, but Mrs. Anderson acted as though I was only his
personal assistant and not his girlfriend. Did it mean something? The truth was
I didn’t know very much about Mr. Black at all – besides what I’d read in
the papers. He was a playboy. Just because he didn’t go out with Sylvia didn’t
mean he’d forgone other female companionship.
The thought stabbed me in
the stomach like a knife. I was only one in a long line of women, and Mrs.
Anderson knew it.
We both got off at the
fiftieth floor, the one with the CEO’s office.
Was she going to see him
too? Great! Just what I needed.
She raised an eyebrow
when I entered Dorian’s office without knocking, which gave me a small twinge
of satisfaction. It didn’t last long.
Dorian frowned when we
walked in, a few closed boxes of food on his desk.
“Sorry I’m late, Mr.
Black--” I started, but he silenced me with a look.
“Mrs. Anderson. What do
you want?” he asked.
“The papers you asked
for,” she said and slid an envelope across the desk.
He glowered at her
dangerously. “This is a mail clerk’s job. Why are you delivering them
personally?”
“I wouldn’t want them to
get lost considering how important they are,” she said with a sweet smile,
which didn’t suit her at all.
Mr. Black nodded once.
“An unnecessary gesture, I’m sure. You can get back to your real work now.”
The look on Mrs.
Anderson’s face froze in place, like she was some kind of mannequin. “Very
well, Mr. Black.”
I couldn’t help but feel
I’d only seen the surface of their conversation. Something else lurked
underneath, but what?
He ignored her as she
headed back to the door and motioned for me to come to his side. My heart
slammed in my chest as I hurried around his desk. As soon as I stood close
enough, he pulled me onto his lap and kissed my lips with hungry passion.
I squeaked in surprise,
my pussy wetting at his every touch. I felt Mrs. Anderson’s eyes on us as the
door clicked shut, but
You deserve it.”
“Thanks, mom,” I said
and clicked off my phone.
I deserved it. Funny how
it didn’t feel that way.
Ten minutes before noon,
Lance and I headed back to the car. His arms were laden with bags and boxes. I
now had at least two full wardrobes, one for work and one for play. Hopefully,
Dorian would be pleased.
The traffic downtown was
heavier than normal so it was almost 12:30 by the time the car finally pulled
to a stop in front of Black Inc. I thanked Lance and hurried inside.
Shit! I was late!
Ignoring the raised
eyebrows and glares of several female employees, I rushed toward the elevator.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Anderson slipped inside right before the doors shut. She
worked in H.R. and was in control of hiring. Of course, she also didn’t like me
one bit. After she passed on my resume, Mr. Black hired me privately.
“Ms. Jones,” she said
and widened her eyes when she took in my expensive suit.
I stood as tall as my
petit stature would allow, but she still towered over me in her stilettos.
“Mrs. Anderson.”
Her pale lips turned up
into a nasty smile. “Mr. Black gave you a raise, I see. At least you finally look the part of his assistant.”
She’s just a cranky old,
bitch. Don’t take it personally! I told myself, but it was hard to keep my face
neutral when she eyed me like a bug she wanted to step on.
“Yeah, a big fat raise,”
I said and forced myself to smile. Part of me wanted to whip out the credit
card Dorian gave me and shove it in her face, but I kept the urge in check.
“He does it with all his
girls. I assume you’re going to the board’s retreat with your boss? Tuscany is
beautiful in the fall.”
Tuscany. We were going
to Italy! To a board member’s retreat? Did that mean Sylvia would be there?
She’d been at the last shareholder’s meeting with the rest of the board.
“Yes. I’m attending.”
Dorian hadn’t made a
secret of our relationship, but Mrs. Anderson acted as though I was only his
personal assistant and not his girlfriend. Did it mean something? The truth was
I didn’t know very much about Mr. Black at all – besides what I’d read in
the papers. He was a playboy. Just because he didn’t go out with Sylvia didn’t
mean he’d forgone other female companionship.
The thought stabbed me in
the stomach like a knife. I was only one in a long line of women, and Mrs.
Anderson knew it.
We both got off at the
fiftieth floor, the one with the CEO’s office.
Was she going to see him
too? Great! Just what I needed.
She raised an eyebrow
when I entered Dorian’s office without knocking, which gave me a small twinge
of satisfaction. It didn’t last long.
Dorian frowned when we
walked in, a few closed boxes of food on his desk.
“Sorry I’m late, Mr.
Black--” I started, but he silenced me with a look.
“Mrs. Anderson. What do
you want?” he asked.
“The papers you asked
for,” she said and slid an envelope across the desk.
He glowered at her
dangerously. “This is a mail clerk’s job. Why are you delivering them
personally?”
“I wouldn’t want them to
get lost considering how important they are,” she said with a sweet smile,
which didn’t suit her at all.
Mr. Black nodded once.
“An unnecessary gesture, I’m sure. You can get back to your real work now.”
The look on Mrs.
Anderson’s face froze in place, like she was some kind of mannequin. “Very
well, Mr. Black.”
I couldn’t help but feel
I’d only seen the surface of their conversation. Something else lurked
underneath, but what?
He ignored her as she
headed back to the door and motioned for me to come to his side. My heart
slammed in my chest as I hurried around his desk. As soon as I stood close
enough, he pulled me onto his lap and kissed my lips with hungry passion.
I squeaked in surprise,
my pussy wetting at his every touch. I felt Mrs. Anderson’s eyes on us as the
door clicked shut, but
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