by Sam Crescent
“Julian? Seriously, you’ve still got the hots for your boss?” Ashley asked.
The heat bloomed in Heather’s cheeks. She nodded her head unable to voice the words. “I haven’t stopped.”
“Wait? You’re in love with him? I knew you were hot for him, but love? Come on, Heather. You’re not that stupid,” Ashley said while the other two stared at her.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Heather asked. There was no way she’d defend her boss against her best friends.
“He’s a horn dog. There is no way any woman could be happy with him. He uses women, Heather. Don’t allow yourself to be lost to him.”
Heather stared at Ashley shocked by the vehemence on her face. “Do you guys think the same?”
Connie looked down, but Amber nodded her head. “You would be unhappy. Look at what happened last night. You haven’t drunk like that in years. No guy is worth this.” Amber pointed at her face and body.
Frowning, Heather climbed out of bed then walked to the bathroom. The shower the night before hadn’t been great. Connie followed behind her. Heather looked a mess. Her mascara had run down her face, the smears showing where someone had tried to wipe it away. She looked awful and felt much worse.
“I tried to clean you up as much as possible. You’re heavy when you’re not helping,” Connie said.
“You shouldn’t have had to clean me up. I never wanted this to happen. I’m sorry.”
Her friend wrapped her arms around her. “We love you, Heather. We don’t like to see you hurting.”
“I don’t know how to stop feeling this way. I’ve tried, and it gets worse. Yes, I had the hots for him, and now I know I love him. What do you think I should do?” she asked.
Amber and Ashley stood in the doorway. They looked sad for her, and she hated that.
“Please, I don’t want your sympathy. I can’t cope with that right now.” Heather grabbed her toothbrush, put some paste on, and began brushing her teeth.
They stayed with her as she washed her face, brushed her hair and generally freshened up. Within minutes she felt a million times better. Together they walked back into her room, took the pastry boxes then moved into her sitting room. Connie came back with a tray filled with mugs of coffee.
“You’re a goddess,” Heather said, taking a mug of the steaming brew and inhaling the musky caffeinated scent.
They sat in her sitting room sipping their drinks. None spoke for some time, but then Ashley squealed. “I have an idea.”
Her ideas were not always brilliant, but they all listened. “Why don’t you seduce him?”
“Seduce my boss? Seriously? That is your brilliant plan?”
“What’s wrong with it? It’s perfect,” Ashley said.
“No, it’s not.” Heather sipped her coffee waiting for the hum it would give her.
“Actually, it would be perfect,” Connie said.
“Excuse me?”
“It is a fantastic idea. You don’t want to remain in the same job for the rest of your life, and if you seduce him at least you’ll know if it is love or just infatuation. You can leave with your head held high and with more knowledge,” Connie said.
Heather shook her head. “That plan is completely flawed on so many levels.”
“Why is it?” Ashley asked.
“I have to number them? One, if I seduce him and it goes bad I have a bad reputation along with no job or references. Two, what if he’s a lousy lay, and three, what if he turned out to be everything I ever hoped for, and he crushes my heart forever?” She put her mug down.
“That could be a problem,” Ashley said. “You’ve never been in love before. How do you know you are now?”
“I don’t.”
They all gave her a condescending look.
“Okay, when I’m around him I feel different.” She knew her face would look like a strawberry in a matter of seconds. They sat waiting for her to continue.
“I’ll bite. Different how?” Amber asked.
“I don’t know. He’ll touch my hand, and before I know it my heart will beat faster. When I’m around him I like hearing the sound of his voice. He’s intelligent and smart. When he’s not being a dick, he can be very funny. I don’t know exactly how I feel. I only know that I do.” She rubbed her chest remembering his touch.
“You really do have it bad. I think we need to go shopping for some sexy underwear and more revealing clothes and plan. We’re still going to lunch at Wade’s tomorrow?” Ashley asked.
They all nodded. It had become a tradition for them to eat at Wade’s. He owned a diner on the other side of the bar. It was tasty food, and they all knew he had an eye for Connie even if her friend didn’t know it.
“Let’s get started. I’ve got a bank full of money, my bills have been paid, and I want to spend,” Amber said.
Heather laughed then went to get changed. Her girlfriends always cheered her up. She grabbed a sweater and tracksuit bottoms. When she was trying on clothes she liked the comfort of something loose.
****
At lunchtime the following day each of them was reading through the menu as Wade tried to make small talk with Connie. Ashley, Amber, and Heather giggled behind their menus pretending to read even as they all listened.
“So how do you like the club, Connie?” Wade asked.
“It’s nice.”
“And the beer?”
She winced at the question. They all know Connie didn’t drink.
“I don’t drink, but I think Heather liked it.” All eyes turned to her.
Heather lowered the menu enough for her eyes to peep over the top. “It was great.”
He nodded then went back to his note pad. Connie sipped at her water glancing down at the menu. Heather kicked his leg then pointed at her friend.
“Are you coming again?” he asked.
Heather shook her head. There was only so much they could help him with. His stumbling was losing ground. They’d known him for the last four years, ever since they’d been old enough to get into the club.
“Probably. We’re all up to a drink, but I think you need to cut her off. She can’t handle her liquor.” Connie smirked then went back to her menu.
“Will you be doing a karaoke night, Wade?” Amber asked.
“I’m not sure.”
“Well I know Connie loves to sing, and a karaoke would be wonderful.”
Heather saw him change his attitude. He would do anything to gain Connie’s attention.
“Sure. I can organise a night if you want.”
Heather nodded her agreement. Even Connie gave him a dazzling smile.
Each of them ordered their food then watched him walk away before giggling.
“Will you guys stop?” Connie asked turning beet red.
“He’s got it bad, hon. You need to either nip it in the bud or take hold and enjoy the ride,” Amber said.
“He’s being nice to me. Wade doesn’t have any interest in me. I’ve seen the type of woman he likes. I’ll never be that type.” Connie sipped her drink.
None of them forced the issue. Their friendship survived because of their ability to hold back.
Heather excused herself from the table to go to the bar. Wade was on the phone, but she waited for him to finish. He nodded at her then put the phone down.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Do you have a thing for Connie?” Heather wanted to make sure she wasn’t mistaking niceness for an interest.
He glanced back at the table. She looked behind her. Connie was walking toward the ladies’ room. Heather noticed her ass was swaying to her own beat. Glancing back at Wade she saw his eyes were on her friend’s ass. She clicked her fingers in front of his face.
“Not cool looking at my friend’s ass that way.”
“But you just asked—”
“Exactly, I asked. I didn’t give you permission to gaze fuck her.”
“Sorry,” he said.
“You should be.”
She paused to run her hands along the bar. “You need to make your move before another guy snaps her up. She’s hot, Wade. Don’t be scared, but put yourself out there.”
He stared past her shoulder as Connie walked back to her seat. She waited until he nodded his head then went back to her friends.
They were giggling as she took her seat. Amber sobered up first. “Let’s talk about how you’re going to get Mr. Boss’s attention.”
“Oh, I think you should hand in your notice and wear the shortest skirt possible,” Ashley said.
For the next hour over lunch and drinks her friends organised her wardrobe for the following week.
Heather absorbed all of their ideas. Some of them sounded cheeky, and she couldn’t wait to implement them. Monday morning couldn’t come fast enough for her.
She turned down the alcoholic drink and spent the afternoon sipping coffee instead. Because they had work the following day, they left each other and walked their separate ways home.
When she got to the gate for her home she was surprised to find her older brother, Elijah, sitting on her doorstep.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked. Heather loved her brother, but she didn’t like him very much.
“I wanted to come and see you. I’ve missed you, sis.”
She saw the suitcase next to him. Raising an eyebrow she waited for him to talk.
“I’m moving here. I need a place to crash until then.” He didn’t ask or look like he was prepared to beg.
“Why don’t you stay with the parents?” she asked.
“Seriously? You can’t put up your big brother for a few weeks?”
“Weeks?”
Shaking her head at the situation she opened the front door. If she had to put her brother up for a few weeks then she would need reinforcements. Her friends could stay over with her at some point.
Chapter Three
On Monday morning Julian was waiting for Heather to arrive at eight-thirty. His office door was wide open so he’d catch her the moment she walked in. After seeing her at Wade’s club he’d wanted to talk to her. He wanted to make sure that the efficient PA he’d become accustomed to still existed. Since Friday night watching her dance Julian hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. The sensuous sway of her hips and the bounce of her tits were driving him to distraction. For the past three nights he’d dreamt about nothing but seducing his personal assistant. The image of her bent over his desk with her ass in the air made him wish the dream had been reality. She would look amazing over his desk waiting for him to fuck her.
Rubbing a hand down his face he picked up his phone and began trying to work out his frustration in making more money. At nine on the dot his gaze went outside his office door. A woman was bent over Heather’s desk. Her legs were shapely and well defined. Her ass was full with a generous amount of flesh going on. His cock pulsed in his pants, the thick length growing as he imagined stripping away the skirt and plunging into her wet warmth. Would her pussy be waxed or have a smattering of pubic hair? He didn’t know the answer to the question, but he wanted to find out.
The attraction was instantaneous and intense. He’d never felt anything like this for any other woman. He hadn’t seen her face yet. When he’d gotten into work that morning his thoughts had been on Heather and talking to her about her time spent after work. He couldn’t have his fellow business associates seeing his reliable personal assistant as anything other than reliable and trustworthy. Heather could wait while he got to the bottom of the woman leaning over her desk. That ass was too good to deny.
Julian looked ‘round to get a good look at the woman when she stood and walked into his office. Heather Booth had been the woman leaning over her desk. He leaned back as she walked into his office. Her hips swayed as if they had a tune of their own.
She wore a skirt that fell above her knee and went in at the waist emphasising her large hips and modest waist. Her tits were outlined as the blouse curved into the waist but flared out for her bust. Her dark brown hair was curled around her body with some draped over her breasts and the other around. He’d never known how long her hair was until that moment. Julian imagined wrapping the length around his hand as he fucked her from behind.
“Julian? Julian? Julian?” Julian saw her hand waving in front of his face. She leaned over the desk. Without thinking his gaze went to the open few buttons on her blouse. He saw the swell of her breasts and the lace of her bra. Licking his lips Julian suddenly had the desire to separate the space between them and taste the flesh of her breast. Would it taste as creamy as she looked?
“Are you seriously ogling me?”
“Ogling?”
“The panting tongue I could have let slide, but you’re blatantly ignoring me and you’re looking at my chest. That is just plain rude, Mr. Goff.”
“You called me Julian a second ago,” he said. She had made a point of not calling him by his given name.
“A second ago you weren’t ogling me like I was a piece of candy. What’s the matter? You’ve wasted all of your energy on the women in your life, and now you’re now going to start on me?” she asked.
He didn’t know what to say to her. Her words sounded angered. She’d never lost her temper with him before.
“I wasn’t ogling you. I was thinking. I apologise if you think otherwise.” He locked his fingers fighting with himself to not look at her ass.
“Good. Here are the notes you need to start today. I’ll get you your morning coffee in a second. How did the gift giving go?” she asked.
He took the note from her, their fingers brushing. Her skin was so soft. Julian struggled to keep his mind focussed. So much about the woman in front of him was invading his mind.
“What?”
“The gift you asked me to pick up on Friday? Did your woman like it?”
“Yes. The gift was fine.”
“Perfect.” She turned and left. His gaze followed her ass as she walked out of the door then out of his sight. Leaning back in his chair he adjusted his shaft in his pants, as they had grown too tight. His erection was hard, making him ache to take himself to the nearest bathroom and relieve the pain. He hadn’t done anything like that since he was a boy. What the hell was wrong with him?
Several minutes later she walked back in carrying a mug of coffee. The scent was his usual Italian blend of coffee. He liked his black with two sugars. Milk or cream ruined the taste of the coffee. He made a point of buying the best for himself and his employees. Happy employees were the best workers. Good coffee could guarantee it to a point.
“Here is your coffee.” She rounded the desk putting his coffee down on his usual coaster. The side of her body brushed his arm, her citrus scent invading his nostrils. The lemon made his mouth water. Would she taste as good as lemons but with a tang of the woman underneath?
Fisting his hands he tried with all his might not to reach out. Without thinking he rubbed an invisible speck of dust off her ass. She jerked rounding on him.
“You had some fluff on you.” He held his hands up in surrender.
“Okay. I’ll start writing up these letters. Call me if you need me. You have an eleven o’clock appointment. Shall I show him in or make him wait?”
Julian consulted his file then informed her to allow the client to come straight in. Nodding her head she left his office, closing the door as she did so.
“I’m in trouble,” he said to himself. The reaction to his personal assistant was not good. How was he going to keep his hands off her?
Putting his head in his hands he cursed his situation. He’d forgotten to talk to her about Friday. Once he did, she’d stop looking so tempting.
****
Heather checked the ladies’ room then dialled her friends. They were all waiting for her call. It was lunch time, and Julian didn’t like her leaving the building in case he needed her. Her friends lunched together while she was controlled by her boss.
Amber answered and then put it to speaker phone fo
r them all to hear.
“We’re here, Heather. Give us the low down,” Ashley said.
“This is a complete bust. This thong is so uncomfortable. I have to concentrate not to pull it out from between my ass cheeks. Whoever invented it clearly didn’t think straight. I’m going for the full lace panties next. This is too uncomfortable.” She pushed the thong down her legs then sat on the toilet.
“Take it off and throw it in the trash. There is nothing like going bare,” Amber said.
“I can’t do that,” Heather said.
“Why not?” She didn’t know who was talking.
“Because I’m at work.”
They all began chuckling over the phone.
“So, what’s happened?”
“He kept staring at me, but I don’t think he’s interested in me. All of his women are stick thin. I’m never going to be thin. Hold on.” She put the phone down then pulled her thong back up. No one else had entered. She went to the sink, washed her hands then retrieved her phone.
“I’m here,” Heather said. She jumped onto the counter.
“He’s been drooling over you?”
“I think so. His eyes went from my ass to my chest. I’ve never seen him look lost for words.” She looked at her nails as she talked. His gaze had made her wet. She wanted more than his gaze on her body.
“I bet he wants you. Find an excuse to hand your notice in. You’ll find out if he wants you or not. He’ll fight to keep you.”
“I don’t think I can do this. It’s unfair. He’s never shown anything other than respect for me.” Heather hated forcing another person’s hand.
“Do you want to find out if you’d ever have a chance with him or not?”
“Yes.” She’d given up wondering who was speaking. All of her friends cared about her.
“Do this and you can leave with your head held high. Jobs are hard to come by, but you’re more than qualified to get another.”
Heather moaned. “Speaking of jobs, guess who I’ve got in my house as a bloody guest?”