“I’m fine,” I practically spat.
“Okay, okay. Just a concerned citizen. Someone’s extra asshole-ish today.”
“Sorry,” I said, knowing I sounded surly. “I need Lexi relocated if we can’t fire her.”
“I’m obviously not in operations—”
“I can’t go to the COO about this,” I interjected.
“We can always transfer her to another department, or we can find her a job at a different company. I know a guy from law school who is looking for a paralegal. Maybe we could tell him to network with her.”
Find Lexi a new boss so she could lose her virginity to him instead? No thanks.
“That would be nice of you, thank you.”
We said no thanks. No thanks means you tell Marius to take that job offer and shove it up his—
I nodded. “I appreciate your help. I have a meeting to get to, but thank you for your time.”
Marius raised an eyebrow.
“I always have time for you, man.”
I walkedinto my penthouse and headed to my study.
Part of me was bereft at the thought of losing Lexi, but the rational part knew it was best to nip this distraction in the bud.
Marius was going to find Lexi a new job, she would leave, and life would go back to how it was before she showed up.
I unzipped all the pockets of my briefcase and dumped the contents out on my desk. I always felt better after reorganizing my briefcase.
A glossy piece of paper fluttered out of a side pocket onto my desk chair. Frowning, I reached down and picked it up then swore. It was a photo of a pair of large, perfect, freckled tits.
My pants felt tight.
I stared at the photo, hand over my mouth.
Those were her tits. I recognized the pale-pink nipples surrounded by a sea of freckles.
“Just shred it,” I told myself.
But I didn’t want to.
I wanted to stare at those tits, imagining my mouth over them.
“Is it really such a problem if you do sleep with her?” I tried to rationalize. “She does have a master’s degree. She clearly wants you.”
But I was her boss.
I couldn’t … well, I could, but I shouldn’t.
Shred the photo.
Instead, I removed my suit jacket and loosened my tie. Carrying the jacket over my arm, I slowly walked up the stairs, the motion rubbing the fabric of my pants against my cock.
“You can’t jerk off thinking about your assistant,” I hissed at myself, but the voice of reason was being drowned out by the screams of lust.
I was never going to have her; that much was clear. But I needed this.
