But do I want it?
That is the million-dollar question.
I turn on my side and will myself to sleep with the last thoughts going to Enzo.
Staying here's impossible, but leaving him?
That's impossible too...
The next morning, I put on sexy, deep purple underwear that's lace and satin and leaves nothing to the imagination. The lace is so delicate it showcases rather than hides.
And for the first time, I put on a sheer white shirt thatbuttons down and a pencil skirt that's more siren than work-friendly.
Then I slide on the sky-high red shoes.
And work.
In fact, I'm so into it I don't hear the door. Instead, I feel him spark and crack in the air. My hands still on the keyboard, heart thumping.
I look up. Slowly.
My mouth actually salivates at the sight of him.
He needs a shave.
With the dark stubble and tousled hair, the tie immaculate with his vest unbuttoned at the top, jacket off and probably downstairs somewhere, he looks divine.
Enzo, in his dark maroon, gray, and black plaid, is so hot, so much so that my mind's eye can barely imagine Alex looking like this in a sex dream. I can hardly think straight.
And Enzo's eyes burn with pure fire as he takes me in.
I get up. "What do you want, Sir?"
It's meant to be a joke, but it backfires and ignites heat in the room.
"Be a good secretary and come here."
As if common sense and reality cease to exist, something clicks in me, and it's like a light has been turned on. My lungs can barely get oxygen in.
I totter on the stupid heels, and he sucks in an audible breath.
"Fuck, you're damn hot. You'd be hotter on your knees. Taking dick-tation."
I should laugh in his face, but I don't. I can't.
His words make my pussy clench and drip, and I go to him, stopping right in front of him as his gaze drops to my breasts.
"Dick-tation?"
"For some very eyes-only letters."
"I see." I trail a hand over his chest.
The thump of his heart thunders against my palm, and I drop it lower.
"Your work clothes need adjustment." He grips the sheer shirt and rips it in two so it hangs open, exposing my lace-clad breasts, my nipples hard. "Better. Show me what a good little secretary you are."
Flame burns in my cheeks as I squeeze his hard cock, and then I lower myself down.
