I blink and freeze.
“Jesus.”Sebastian rubs his forehead.“Emily, please come into my office.We need to speak.”
Here we go.
He’s going to fire me.
I walk back over and follow him inside, where he stands with his back to me and head bowed.
“Sebastian, I’m sorry.I can highlight the finance report next time, so it’s easier to find.If this is about my work clothes, I bought this dress because it’s the least revealing thing I could find...except a paper bag.”
He spins, just a few feet away from me, and glowers.“It wouldn’t matter, Emily.I still want to fuck you.”
My mouth falls open.
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That was not what Imeant to say.
But it was what you were thinking.
It’s what I’ve been thinking all week, and while I’ve tried to ignore my attraction to Emily, it won’t go away.
I even attempted to go on a date last night, but ended up canceling an hour before I was due to pick Marissa up.She’d be perfect as a faux fiancée.Her family knows my family, and we have been seen out in society together a few times .She has no dating history that would raise questions, and it would be celebrated if the media picked up on it.
Her father is pressuring her to get engaged, so there’s a chance she might go along with it.
Except I couldn’t do it.
We slept together about four years ago and, beyond the enjoyable, slightly kinky sex, I lost interest.
Marissa felt different.
I wouldn’t call it love, but she wanted a relationship—or perhaps just the status ofbeingin relationship with me.Whatever it was, I wordlessly backed away, letting her know there was nothing else on offer.Marissa quickly got the message, and we’ve remained on good terms, seeing one another at events from time to time.
Asking her to step up for me would require some kind of compensation.Likely my cock.That isn’t something I’m willing to do.
Not anymore.
Something has changed, and that something is Emily.
The more I try to ignore her, failing as I watch her dart about the office and chatting to colleagues in her sexy Brit accent, the more I want her.
Or is it that I want moreofher?
I adjust the Rolex on my wrist to buy some time as my thoughts turn dirty.I’m not sorry.They are some of the filthiest desires I’ve had.Christ, I want to rip her dress right down the middle and squeeze her breast while I bite her nipple.Then sweep the crap off my desk and demand she spread herself open for me.Then finally I can lap her pussy, tasting her naughty PA cunt.
But sinking my cock inside Emily is all I can think about.In one swell thrust.I can already imagine her sweet lips parting as she gasped for oxygen because I fill her so fucking well.
I will.
I know how tight she is.
Alas, today that can’t happen.
