by Ivy Blake
I entered the shower and turned on the hot water, immediately relaxing under the current of hot water that caressed my skin. I couldn’t believe I was so lucky to get the job, especially since Bryce’s hospital was one of the largest and the most successful hospitals in the area. Bryce Evander was a renowned doctor, so applying to be his assistant had been the most logical choice. This was a real step in my career.
After I finished high school, I needed some time until I found myself. I thought about my choices, but none of them seemed fulfilling or inspirational. Starting in real estate offices right out of high school didn’t seem like a long shot at the time, but it didn’t take me a lot to figure out that I wasn’t born to sell properties.
Then, out of the blue, I finally realized what I wanted. I quit my job and went to college, determined to get a degree in business administration, and I hadn’t regretted it at all. It was a career that suited me, so I dedicated my life to college. It didn’t leave a lot of time for romance, but at the time I didn’t care.
Now, I had different ideas.
It wasn’t long until I got a job in the business field, but even though I buckled down to tasks they had given me every single time, working my butt off, they never showed any appreciation or rewarded me. My superior was rude, lewd, and strict, and he’d made sure I knew from the start I wasn’t going to be promoted. The company was small, and they were tightening their belts in the next quarter, so the only thing I could expect at such a place was a termination letter.
So, I handed them my resignation and began looking for a new position. It probably would have been smarter to get laid off, unemployment and whatever, but I didn’t want that mark on my resume, leaving on my own seemed like a better choice. Luckily, after a couple of weeks, I spotted the right one, and here I was—Bryce Evander’s personal assistant.
I believed this would propel me in the right direction. This was exactly what could help me become more successful, so I had to get my head in the game and make my career a priority.
But then why was I unable to stop thinking about Bryce? Why couldn’t I stop reminding myself how sexy he was?
He looked good on the photos I’d found on the Internet, but they simply didn’t do him justice. In person, he was smokin’ hot, his tall, muscular body filling his gray designer suit perfectly, and I hadn’t been prepared for the instant attraction I felt. I was smitten with him the moment I entered his office, growing hot when his dark green eyes met mine.
His face was rugged, his mouth full and inviting, so it didn’t take me long to start lusting after him. Luckily, I’d managed to push aside all those wayward thoughts and continue with the interview, but now, at night and in the shower, my pussy throbbed just at the thought of him, and my mind wanted to play games with me.
I was more than aware of how strong his hand felt during our handshake, unable to shake off the thoughts of that hand cupping my pussy and pleasuring me...
I shuddered, soaping my pussy much longer and rougher than needed, which only aroused me more. I closed my eyes and imagined his hand soaping me, moving my hand across my taut stomach and breasts, circling my puckered nipples before I tweaked my nipple between my soaped thumb and forefinger.
“Oh yes...”
Closing my eyes shut, I leaned against the wall and indulged in my fantasy. I imagined his hands across my chest, squeezing my flesh. I wanted his hot mouth wrapped around my nipple. I wanted him to lick it and nibble it and show me how good it could be. I wanted him.
I moaned loudly and opened my eyes, a pang of guilt spreading through my chest. I knew I shouldn’t think about how hot my new boss was or all the dirty things I wanted him to do to me.
There was no way he would ever want a girl like me. I was rather plain-looking compared to him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he went for models or actresses, arm candy for his big fundraisers and galas. I couldn’t actually expect him to notice me.
Besides, even if he noticed me, he was forbidden. He was my boss, so anything personal was out of the question. Hoping for something to happen with him was foolish and unreasonable, so I couldn’t let myself make that mistake. My career was at stake here, so I had to be prudent and concentrate on getting my job done. I couldn’t let my hormones make the decisions for me.
He was just a fantasy, and I should know better than to think any differently.
But there was no harm in letting that fantasy unfold just once, right? This would be my reward for getting the job. I would touch myself like this only once and get rid of this sexual tension that started the moment I entered his office.
Approving this logic, I rinsed myself off and let my fingers descend my belly slowly, increasing my anticipation of the impending touch. I closed my eyes when my middle finger connected with my clit, Bryce’s sexy body appearing in front of my eyes.
I wished I could tear off his clothes and see if he really packed big muscles as I’d assumed. Then I would lick every line and crevice of his body, running my hands across his skin.
“Bryce.”
I moaned and moved my fingers faster across my mound, becoming wetter. I slid across my already puffy outer lips, smearing my juices over my heated flesh, and continued rubbing my clit. I felt hot all over, my heart pounding too hard and fast against my chest, as the waves of pleasure coursed through me.
“I wish you’re here, Bryce. I wish your lips on me... Your fingers... You...”
I threw my hand back when I probed my entrance with two fingers, picturing naked Bryce in front of me. The thought of him watching me as I fingered myself was almost too much, and I let out a series of breathy moans that grew louder the faster I thrust into me.
“I need you to fuck me. I need...”
Adding another finger inside of me, I fingered myself even faster, screaming when my pleasure skyrocketed. I was seconds away from a shattering orgasm.
Breathing fast, I supported myself against the tiles and thrust two more times before I orgasmed hard.
“Bryce!”
I leaned my forehead against the tiles and closed my eyes when a powerful aftershock rushed through me, my legs convulsing violently.
This had been amazing. With a huge smile on my face, I continued showering in even better mood.
A couple of minutes later, though, all my pleasure dispersed and reality came back. I had to get serious. If I didn’t pay attention, this attraction could quickly become dangerous and affect my job performance.
I couldn’t let myself act on these dirty thoughts. I was his assistant and nothing else, so I better start acting like one.
I needed this job, so I couldn’t screw this up, and the best way to ensure him keeping me was to make sure I met his every need. In order to do that, I had to know more about him, so I wouldn’t make any mistake. If I managed to complete my duties successfully, he would definitely see my worth.
Just like that, an amazing idea came to my mind—like always when I was in the shower. I could look him up on the internet and see what I could find out about him. That way I wouldn’t have to snoop around the hospital and bother him with my questions.
I quickly dried off and put on my bathrobe, planning to research about him before I went to sleep. I went into my bedroom, turned on my computer, and took my notebook to make notes, excited more than I wanted to admit.
I typed Bryce Evander in the search bar, which resulted in pages and pages of websites, news, and photos, and my anticipation rose.
A website with his long biography and one of his interviews loaded, and I started reading. His background was rather impressive. He snatched his first job in a local hospital while still in college, and he received his MD from Harvard medical school. Since then, he worked in two prestigious hospitals, quickly climbing to the top, until he opened his own hospital, which was now one of two major hospitals in the city.
He’d accomplished all of this and he was only thirty-four years old. Simply amazing.
“I strive to do as well as possible,” I read
aloud one of his answers in the interview. “There is nothing better than saving a life, and this is my main motivation.”
He planned to expand his business, claiming he would open several hospitals by the end of the next decade.
“Wow. He was just like me, huh? Eager to succeed.” It was like he was my kindred spirit.
I scrolled down the page and found a part with the personal information. I held my breath as I read lines that confirmed he was single and had never been married, but then I reproached myself because I wasn’t supposed to care about that. Single or not, it didn’t change a single thing.
“He’s just your boss, Chloe.”
However, my curiosity won over my reason, and before I could regret it, I checked his Instagram. He hadn’t made his account private, which brought a grin to my face, followed by the thumping of my heart as I skimmed over his photos.
There were several photos that were made with his colleagues or around the world, during some of his trips, but more often than not I found photos of him with various women. He was either hugging them or kissing them, and something that could only be described as jealousy stirred my insides. All of them were the exact type of women I had imagined him with, their appearance strikingly beautiful and glamorous. All that I was not.
He was a billionaire playboy who obviously enjoyed his single life a little too much. There was no way he would ever settle down with someone like me. There was no way he would ever settle down, period.
So that was another reason why I should give up on this fantasy and keep my feet on the ground. He was off-limits.
It was easier said than done. As I scrolled down the pages and pages of information I could find, my interest doubled, and by the time I went to sleep, I couldn’t wait to see him again.
Ignoring this attraction would prove to be more difficult than I’d thought.
“I’m in big trouble.”
3
Bryce
I kept glancing at Chloe through the glass of my office, easily distracted from my work. From the moment she entered my office this morning, I was restless and couldn’t concentrate on my job at all.
My body had reacted immediately to her—especially since she was wearing an outfit that made her stand out. Her black pencil skirt, red low-neck blouse, which revealed her sexy bosom, and high heels looked amazing on her, although I wouldn’t mind seeing her only in those high heels.
She was definitely the hottest woman around here, and it was seriously affecting my work.
She was also highly efficient. She’d already completed almost all the tasks for today, able to understand and follow all my instructions with strict attention to detail. Chloe was in stark contrast to my previous personal assistant, who had easily managed to mess up on several occasions—quitting her job on the spur of the moment being her last fuck-up.
Highly impressed with Chloe, I’d come up with an idea. She could prove to be of high value during the local hospital tour, so it would be good to take her with me on my little trip.
“Come in,” I said.
Chloe entered my office, and my eyes shamelessly assessed her body. Luckily, she chose to turn around to close the door in that moment, so she didn’t catch my once-over.
“You asked to see me?”
I leaned into my chair, thankful that my desk was hiding my instant erection from her. I’d definitely needed some action since I reacted like a teenager in puberty next to her. It was just too bad that she wasn’t available.
I had actually been flirting with the idea of screwing her last night. I never condoned personal relationships in my hospital, drawing a strict line there. Even if some of my doctors or nurses hooked up with our coworkers, their private relationship stayed out of the hospital. I was adamant about it, so banging Chloe could lead us into catastrophe.
Tell that to my cock.
“Yes. Please sit down.”
A whiff of her perfume reached my nostrils as she sat across from me, and I discerned vanilla and peach. She smelled amazing.
Now that I had her this close, I could examine her pretty appearance better. She didn’t wear much makeup, but she didn’t need it. Her unblemished skin looked soft, and my fingers itched to travel down her silky neck and chest. Her blonde hair was made into a braid that fell over her right shoulder.
“I mentioned to you that I’m looking to expand my business.” She nodded. “I’m currently searching for a hospital to purchase, and I think I found one.”
“That’s good news.”
“Yeah. It’s several hours away from here, near my hometown.”
“Your hometown? Denver?”
I raised my eyebrows, surprised that she knew this. “Yes. How do you know about Denver?”
A faint blush covered her cheeks, her eyes downcast. “I googled a bit about you last night,” she said this quietly, her regretful face reminding me of a thief caught in the middle of his robbery. “I wanted to know you better so I’d be able to suit your every need. I’m sorry if that was invasive.”
She had researched about me? Now, that was what I called devotion.
My lips formed a smile. “No, not at all. I’m just surprised. I don’t remember having an assistant who paid attention to details to this extent. Thank you.”
She returned my smile and tucked her hair behind her ear, clearly relieved to hear my approval and not my reproach. “It’s nothing.”
I followed the curves of her pretty lips, imagining them on me for a moment. “Anyway, I need your help, so I want to tell you we’re going to look at that property together.”
“We are?”
“Yes. I hope that isn’t a problem, since this maybe comes as a late notice.”
“No, not at all. You can count on me. How long will we be gone?”
“If the project goes well, I’m going to negotiate with the sellers right there, so we’ll stay there for at least a week.” I cocked my head to the side, gauging her reaction.
For a few moments, we couldn’t look away from each other, and my breathing became slightly faster.
She glanced away, ending the intense moment we had shared. Her fingers were still playing with her hair, and another dirty image popped into my mind.
“We’ll be stopping into see my folks, if that’s okay with you. We’ll stay in a hotel, of course.”
She nodded with a polite smile. “Sure. Anything sounds better than sitting here for a week alone.”
My lips curled up. “Let’s see if you’ll think the same way when you meet my mother. She can be pushy sometimes, but she means well.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Great. So, you should pack right away because we’ll be leaving tomorrow morning.”
“Alright. Then, can you tell me more about this project?”
I took the folder with papers that Daniel had provided me with and passed it to her.
“Open it. Inside you can find photos and more information about that hospital.”
Our hands touched for the brief moment when she took the folder from me, and her lips parted to let a small gasp out. I met her gaze, surprised at how good that touch felt.
I cleared my throat, concentrating on the matter at hand instead on my hard-on. “This hospital is at a good location, and it’s promising. Since its opening four years ago, its net revenue grew steadily, and each year shows an exponential growth of clients.”
“That sounds terrific. So do you plan to expand it if you decide to acquire it?” she asked as she looked through the papers, and I used this opportunity to look at her.
What was about her that attracted me so much? She didn’t look like the girls I used to date. I preferred redheads or brunettes, and I liked them tall. Chloe was the complete opposite, but there was something special about her, and I had a feeling that if I were to fuck her, it would be something to remember.
As her boss, I was supposed to keep my dick in my pants, but it was getting harder and harder to resist her. We were going to be together for t
he whole week, and my mind reeled with the possibilities. There were so many things I could do to her...
“Probably in a few years, yes,” I answered a bit huskily. “As you can see, it’s rather small and has limited capacity, but I can bring more doctors from the area and get the best contract with the insurance company.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but my phone rang, interrupting her and my not-so-innocent flow of thoughts.
“Hold on,” I told her and picked up the phone on my desk. “Yes?”
“Dr. Evander, it’s Lucy. Mr. Stanley Brams has tachycardia and requires your immediate assistance. He’s in the room 308.”
Stanley Brams was a financial investor in the hospital with a pacemaker, who was one of the few patients I still saw even though I owned the hospital.
“I’ll be right there.” I ended the call and stood up, immediately switching to my doctor mode. “I have to go,” I told Chloe. “One of my patients needs me.”
“Yes. Of course. I’ll be at my desk if you need me.”
“Okay. See you later.”
I threw on my white lab coat, noticing the awe on her face as her gaze followed me, and ran out of the door, even though I wanted to stay with her.
I reached the room 308 in no time and started with the check up, noticing that Stanley looked better than I’d expected. Despite my advice, he was still a heavy smoker and had his cholesterol levels high above the limit, his weight almost as double as mine. I asked him to perform vagal maneuver, hoping to slow down his heartbeat before resorting to drugs.
“You’re a life saver,” Stanley mumbled to me as his condition grew more stable, and I let myself relax.
“And you keep putting yourself in danger, Stanley. I’ve told you many times to control your diet. I hope your wife can put some sense into you soon.”
He responded with laughter, adding some of his half-baked jokes, but my mind had already wandered back to Chloe, unable to resist her control over my thoughts.
I was still tense after our moments spent in my office, and I couldn’t keep resisting her, especially since I would have her alone for a week.