“Hello, Blanche,” Henry purrs. “I think you’re right, Cindy. I think Ms. Bedford will fill the hole that my last secretary left perfectly.”
“Wonderful! Well, I’ll leave you two to it. Blanche already knows where her workstation is, so you’ll just have to show her the ropes of exactly how you want things done. Just don’t break her in too hard! It’s her first time, after all!”
With that disgustingly ironic monologue, Cindy is off in a cloud of perfume, leaving my lecherous boss and me alone. Any hope I had that he wouldn't recognize me is out the window.
“Come, Ms. Bedford. Let me show you to my office, and we can discuss your…duties.”
Ugh, how does this asshole manage to make sleaziness sound sexy? Well, if he thinks he can gain the upper hand by flirting, if that’s what he’d call this, he has another thing coming. Following him into his office, I see another man already seated in one of the guest chairs at the desk.
“Ah, Carter. Good that you’re here. This is my new secretary, Blanche Bedford.”
The man stands, handsome but giving off a cold, harsh energy. He’s charming as he introduces himself, but he strikes me as someone I wouldn’t want to turn my back on.
“Hello, Ms. Bedford. I’m John Carter. I’m sure we’ll be seeing quite a lot of each other.”
“I don’t know, John. You might not be seeing as much of this one as you’d like.” Henry moves to the bar cart in the corner of his office and pours a healthy measure of brown liquid. I stand awkwardly just inside the door, waiting for him to get to the point of why I’m here.
“Don’t be that way. You’ve shared the last two, and you admitted it enhanced the experience. Besides, this hellcat looks like she’d need more than one dick in her to be satisfied. Especially with those curves. No way are two hands enough to squeeze all of that the way it’s meant to be squeezed.” John eyes me up and down, the ice in his eyes from earlier transformed into heat, although no less harsh.
Henry chuckles. “I can attest to the fact that one dick is plenty for her. But it does take an exceptional one. I doubt anything less would do the job.”
“You’re kidding me. You fucked your new secretarybeforeher first day? That’s a new record. You at least let the last one have lunch first before you broke her in.” John’s surprised glance makes Henry laugh harder.
“I think you’ll find, Mr. Carter, that I’m really not a woman to break. In any capacity.” This earns an appreciative tip of his glass, but Henry looks agitated at my sass.
“I do think it’ll be nice to have pussy on tap again, though. It’s taken way too goddamn long to fill this position, and having to leave the office to fuck has been getting old. You’ll have to start wearing skirts to work, honey. Nothing too tight. I need to be able to flip them up easily. The pants definitely won’t do. We won’t always have time for you to take them off and put themback on.” Henry smirks, as if he’s expecting me to mouth off or take offense to his misogyny. Unfortunately for me, I’m horny as hell thinking about him fucking me over his desk, even if I have no intention of letting this asshole have his way.
I slowly make my way to his desk, making a show of swaying my hips, and gently tug the scarf free from my neck. As soon as his eyes lock onto his mark on my neck, the tumbler in his hand falls to the floor with a thud.
“I don’t think you’re paying me quite enough for all of those services, Mr. Sinclair. If Mr. Carter beats your price, perhaps I’ll perform them for him. He seems like such a good boy.” I punctuate my sentence with a wink before pulling John’s glass from his hand and draining the rest of his liquor. “But please do let me know when you’re ready to negotiate rates. Otherwise, I’ll be at my desk settling in.”
A last glimpse over my shoulder as I exit the office reveals a dumbfounded John and an intense Henry, a vein pulsing in his forehead, hands braced on his desk. If that’s the best they’ve got, then they’ve met their match. I won’t be intimidated out of my first job, and I won’t be fucking around at the office either, unless it’s on my terms. It’ll be easier for him to drop this game now and find someone else to sniff after. Otherwise, there’s no telling the collateral damage we’ll cause.
Chapter eight
The private entrance to our favorite lounge is hosted by the kind of woman who would typically be my favorite. Not physically, I love pussy in all flavors. Just anyone who looks willing to spread her legs. She’s looking at me like a piece of meat, and under normal circumstances, I would let her have her fill. As it stands, I couldn't care less about the leggy blonde eye-fucking me.
“This way, sir.” Her grating tone is almost enough to call the manager and demand he fire her on the spot. Luckily for her, Carter calls for me before I can take further action.
The sight of my friend relaxing in a lounge chair lightens my mood. At least one of us is enjoying ourselves. He’s got one woman at his side licking up his neck and another on her knees, working on undoing his belt.
“Having fun, Carter?”
“Always, Sinclair. Where’s the blonde? I personally picked her out for you.”
Sinking into the chair opposite him, I reach for a decanter of brown liquor and pour two fingers. I down it in one gulp beforepouring myself another. Before I can shoot it as well, John interrupts me.
“Damn, Henry, slow down. That’s the best stuff in the house. You’re supposed to savor it, not shoot it. What the hell is wrong with you, anyway? No sexy, willing hostess on your arm. Starting the night with double shots. It’s a Tuesday night, man. This isn’t the time to party. You’ve got a presentation tomorrow that IknowDaddy will lose his shit over if you fuck up.”
Dammit, he’s right. I can’t afford to fuck up tomorrow’s presentation. Heeding his advice, I set my glass down beside me before sinking into my chair. How do I explain to him what’s bothering me when I don’t understand it myself? That a feisty little brunette secretary has been haunting my thoughts.
Before I can respond, Carter throws his head back, laughter echoing through the room. “You’re still caught up on that bitch of a secretary, aren’t you? What? Has she still not let you fuck her?”
“No,” I mumble, my petulance undeniable.
“There’s pussy everywhere, man. Just find another slut to fuck. Such as the hostess I handpicked and had waiting just for you.” He pauses as the woman on her knees finally frees his semi-hard cock, growling as she takes him down her throat. Usually, my own dick would be taking an interest in the scene before me, but tonight, all it does is annoy me.
“Wait, don’t tell me you really don’t want anyone else. Is the playboy himself inlove?”
