Her skirt is calf-length, definitely proper and all that, but it suffers from the same perfection as the blouse. It’s just tight enough that I can see her hips and her ass perfectly.
I just want to take her and bend her over my desk, thrust my dick inside her, and hear her scream with delight. But of course we don’t have that kind of relationship. So, I clear my throat and try to find somewhere else to focus my attention.
“Marlena,” I say, my voice a mixture of surprise and anticipation.
“I hope I’m not interrupting,” she says timidly.
“Not at all,” I reply, waving her toward a seat.
It’s best if I sit down myself. I’m starting to feel like a teenager in my own home, and it’s not something I want to broadcast.
“I think Frankie’s doing really well,” she begins, crossing her legs.
I imagine running my hand up her calf, peeling back the skirt to reveal the silky thighs underneath. “Yeah, he told me he got an A on some test,” I manage.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Marlena continues, oblivious to my pain. “He’s really motivated by trying to please you.”
“He’s a good kid,” I allow, unable to stop my mind from wandering.
“It might be nice if you would take him out to dinner to celebrate,” she suggests.
“Why don’t we have a party?” I counter, leaning forward.
She laughs, and the sound is so sweet and innocent, I’m immediately turned on. “Okay.”
“It’ll be a black-tie affair,” I elaborate.
“Oh,” she says on an exhale. I watch her chest swell, and I’m dying to remove that flimsy blouse. “Are you sure? That seems… extravagant.”
"I think it’s time to congratulate Frankie for a job well done,” I say. I don’t mention that there are other reasons I want to hold a get together. Namely, it will give me an opportunity to get all my capos in one place.
“I don’t have anything to wear,” she objects.
“Don’t worry about that,” I tell her.
She smiles nervously. “I guess that would be okay. It’s very kind of you to throw such a lavish party.”
“Not at all,” I respond.
I just can’t get enough of this girl. She’s affecting me in ways I didn’t think were possible anymore. I haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time, maybe not since Alessia. There’s almost nothing I wouldn’t do for the chance to run my fingers through her hair. I try to tell myself that I’m too old for her. She’s probably not interested in me that way.
But as she stands up to go, her eyes tell a different story. She’s looking at me through her beautiful eyelashes, almost reluctant to leave the office. I give her a sincere smile, hoping I’m not giving myself away.
When she finally slips out the door, I lean back in my chair. My heart races, and my head feels hazy. My hard dick is rubbing against the fabric of my pants. After all that crap with the mayor, I’m finally feeling in a better mood. It looks like I’m committed to throwing a party for my son. But I can’t wait to see Marlena all decked out. And the next item on my agenda is to pick something out for her to wear.
I open my laptop and begin to browse the most expensive online boutiques. It’s got to be perfect, just the right combination of sexy and classy. I want something that will make it clear to her I’m not just the father of her student. I’m a contender for her affections in the most primal way. Something that will make her jaw drop and set her heart on fire is what I want. Clicking through the options, I land on the perfect one.
CHAPTER 11
MARLENA
Wanted: Secretary/writer. Girl Friday to help with organizing files and making appointments. Casual attire. Hiring ASAP.
Iread the short post and move on. The last thing I want is to be anyone’s Girl Friday. I’m not even sure what that means, except that there’s no official job description and I’ll probably be asked to pay more attention to the boss than I want to. What I’d really like is a position in some office building where I’m only one of many secretaries.
Actually, what I’d like is not to be a secretary at all. It feels too much like dating, except that sex is theoretically off the table. That hasn’t stopped people from asking for it, though, and I’m not interested.
If I decide to get involved with anyone, I want it to be on my terms. I’m not looking for a paycheck with strings attached. How come I can’t find anything that looks like it wasn’t posted by a freak?
