by Eva Luxe
“Hey Willow, ‘morning! How’re the girls?”
Willow and Darien had a newborn baby together, named Dahlia, and Willow had adopted Darien’s daughter, Ariel, so now they were a happy family of four. Willow was very lucky in the love department. Very lucky. Stories like her were rare, and I was happy for them. If not a tad bit jealous, sometimes, but I guessed that was only natural.
“Good, except for the fact that Dahlia is a big bundle of spit up most of the time and she manages to get a bunch of it on me as well! But, Ariel is still her strong-willed, usually pleasant self, at least.”
We both laughed and then she continued.
“I’m gonna text you the address; Grant’s expecting you.” Willow yawned; she must’ve been up all night tending to Dahlia. The long nights— and the spit up— were things I wasn’t jealous of.
I still remembered her last day at the club we used to work at, when she was whisked off by Darien like he was her knight in shining armor. Just when she had thought things weren’t going to work out between them, he had moved heaven and earth to be with her. And that’s how things really should be between a couple who is now spending the rest of their lives together. A happy ending to their storybook romance.
I used to joke with her that she needed to “gag me with a spoon,” with my perfect 80’s Valley Girl accent— we liked to watch old reruns of California Dreams together, which, sadly, aired way before our time— but in all seriousness, it was great how everything had turned out for her and Darien.
“Okay, I’m about to leave now,” I told her. “Thanks again, Willow.”
“Not a problem. I owe you after you showed me the ropes at the club years ago. Without your help, I wouldn’t have met—”
“No, crashed onto,” I corrected, tapping my heel on the floor with a huge grin splashed across my face. That moment was another one that was impossible to forget about.
“Right, crashed into my husband. Relax. You’ll do fine.” In the background I heard the faint cries of a baby, which quickly rose into a crescendo of a loud wail. “Oops, gotta go. The little one is calling for me. Good luck, Stacy.”
“Right back at you. Sounds like you’ll need it more than I do, with those powerful lungs.”
We both laughed and after I hung up I saw the text that Willow had sent me while we were on the phone. I checked my Uber app but it would cost twenty bucks to take an Uber there, and I needed all the cash I had. So instead of the uber, I decided to take the bus.
With one last glance at the mirror, I readjust my glasses (which are fake, but I want to look the part of an eager and studious young professional) and tuck in a strand of hair. I was ready to go. Or as ready as I’d ever be, at least.
Chapter 6 – Stacy
The sun shone brilliantly in the blue sky, this time without its bludgeoning heat. Today felt new, fresh— straight out of the shower fresh.
I made my way over to the bus stop that was two blocks up from my apartment building and sat down.
A lone guy straggled over and leaned on the side of the bus shelter.
At first I didn’t pay him any attention, but he waved and gave me a crooked smile. God, did this guy even know what toothpaste was?
“May I help you?” I asked.
“Yeah, Babe. I got some money that’s begging to be spent.” He leaned in and I stood up. What the hell was this freak talking about?
“Excuse me?”
“No need to be shy, Baby. I know how well you can dance. Been a fan of yours for a while now.” He inched over towards me. Wait, he said he was a fan? He knew me from the bar. But how?
“How did you find me?” I asked, folding my arms. I glanced past him, praying to the universe the bus would magically arrive from around the corner.
“Baby, I had to follow you home,” he got closer and I moved to the side. “To make sure you were okay, in case someone else had been following you, too. A lot of us guys are really sad we won’t be able to see you up on stage anymore.”
Oh shit, looks like rent was going to be the least of my concern. I’d have to shell out moving costs now. There was no way I wanted to keep living there now that he knew where I lived. If this creep had followed me when he found out Bar Seven had closed down, then there was no promise that others didn’t, either.
“Look, I’m not a dancer anymore. So get lost.”
He sneered and grabbed my hand. I jerked away, but he pulled me into him. The gross odor of alcohol fumed off of him. Time to get serious. This dude obviously wasn’t taking the hint.
“You don’t mean that, Baby.”
I lifted up my leg and then brought it back down, stabbing my heel straight through his sneaker.
“Ahh! Fuck!” he shouted, doubling over and releasing me out of his grip.
“Yes I do,” I said, bending down to get a good look at him. It was clear he was in pain and wasn’t getting up to follow me any further.
“Ooow! Ooow!” he moaned. “What’d you go and do that for? It was a compliment. I was trying to protect you. You ungrateful bitch.”
This bitch was certainly grateful for one thing— her office appropriate shoes with heels. But I wasn’t about to waste my breath telling him that.
The bus came roaring around the corner and I waved it down. Once it stopped, the driver looked over my shoulder at the guy cradled on the ground holding his foot.
“You nasty bitch!” he cried, while I boarded the bus.
“That’s right, I’m really nasty. So nasty you don’t want to be around me. You never know what you might catch. Maybe a heel to your foot. Or next time, it might be your face if you mess with me again.”
The bus doors closed and I paid my fare.
Lindsey was right, martial arts was a mandatory skill for us dancers, especially with perverts like that around. But I couldn’t think about that any more for now. I was about to become an administrative assistant for a rich and powerful man. I was ready to leave my street skills behind for the time being, and brush up on my office ones.
Chapter 7 – Stacy
After a thirty minute bus ride, during which some looky loos had asked me what had happened with the guy on the ground and I proceeded to shrug off their congratulatory responses with comments like, “It really was no big deal; he was a weakling when it came down to it,” I finally reached my destination. I was standing face to face with the Carter building where all the magic happened. This company provided funding to startups and was behind the genius minds at Flossline Tech.
My mood had returned to being positive and full of life. I wasn’t going to let the stranger get me down. It was a beautiful day, despite that encounter.
In fact, if I weren’t me, I’d be jealous of me, today.
I walked towards the entrance of the building, excited to make my first impression on Grant Carter or whomever might be greeting me. I was skipping up the stairs when something caught the tip of my heel and tripped me up. So much for feeling confident and trying to look cute.
I turned around to sit on my ass and take in what just happened.
Damn shoe.
Or, more like, damn creep from the bus stop.
My stomp to his sneaker must have caused a small chip in my heel. It wasn’t enough to have made any difference while I was on flat surfaces but walking up the stairs had created an issue.
What an asshole that guy was. These were expensive heels and I have no idea when I’ll get my first paycheck.
Suddenly, a hand reached at me, right in front of my face. My initial reaction was to block it and scream, because I had been thinking about the bus stop encounter. But, when I looked up, I thought better of it, luckily. Because, lo and behold, it was him.
Grant Carter.
The Grant Carter…
“Go ahead, take my hand. I don’t bite,” he said with a confident smile.
I had to admit: I kind of wished he would.
Chapter 8 – Grant
Willow should never have sent me Stacy’s picture.
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It fucking lingered in my head, burned into my mind, making my cock act up like a damn fool ever since I had first seen it. That was when Willow had texted it to me with the comment: “She doesn’t have much administrative assistant experience, but she has a way with people and I think she’d be a great face person for your client team. Just look at that smile!”
It wasn’t her smile I’d been looking at. More like the hefty cleavage poking out from her blouse. And I bet Willow had known that, too.
Damn women knew how to get to a man. I bet this was how Willow had gotten to Darien. Sure, I liked her a lot and approved of her for my good friend. But I wasn’t about to let a woman tie me down.
I was someone who had an insatiable appetite for the variety of life and all the lovely ladies it had to offer. And when I wasn’t busy with my companies, I was constantly on the prowl.
Still. Goddamn it. It had been a while since I’d seen a woman that made me act this way. I hadn’t known what had gotten into me lately.
I’d almost told Willow to forget about it, because I didn’t want to get all hot and bothered for some new employee— that could only be trouble. Of course my cock got the best of me, though— since it is the best part of me, if I do say so myself— and told my other head to shut the fuck up if it knew what was good for it— and by “it,” it meant itself.
I just had to get a look at this Stacy chic in person. I couldn’t resist. So I’d agreed to hire her— not just because I wanted to do Darien and Willow a favor but also because I wanted to do my cock a favor. And now here she was, right in front of me— or more like, just a little below me, since she had just fallen down, while I had been on my way into work.
“Um, nice to meet you… I’m—”
“Stacy Endow, yes, I know who you are. It’s nice to meet you.”
Finally.
I reached out to shake her hand. Her soft skin graced mine. A sweet floral smell wafted off of her. It was a nice change from the obtrusive scent of hard perfume that my last assistant had worn. She just retired, and she had been a good assistant, but I couldn’t say the same about her taste in perfume.
She smoothed out her skirt and looked around in embarrassment.
“I can’t believe this is how I’m meeting my new boss,” she said. “I have had the craziest day and my shoe—”
She stopped, obviously not thinking it a good idea to elaborate. Then realization spreads across her pretty face and she said, “Wait, you already knew who I was?” she asked. “How?”
“Willow sent me a picture.” I rushed to add an explanation other than she probably knew I’d love your tits. “I never like being unprepared.”
“Oh, I see. So, where should I follow you?”
Anywhere and everywhere I want.
I knew she meant in terms of how to get to the office, but I liked the sound of it nonetheless. She titled her head at me and smiled while waiting for me to answer. Her hips were amazing, and her hourglass figure had the most perfect proportions.
I just wanted to scoop her up and throw her over my shoulder right then and there. I’d take her up the rest of these stairs and to my office where I’d fuck her silly, if half my staff weren’t around to speculate about all the ruckus we’d undoubtedly be making.
“Right this way,” I said, my eyes scanning back over her body. “Come, follow me. We need to get upstairs and get you situated.”
I looked behind me but Stacy was still stuck in her heels. “Ms. Endow?”
“I’m sorry, I’ll be right up. The twentieth floor, right?”
“Yes—”
“I’ll be up soon. I need to… take care of something…”
I frowned, wondering if she had turned nervous and had changed her mind about working for me. She didn’t seem like the frail type, though. Sure, her eyes looked rather nervous, darting around as if unsure of what to say.
But I wasn’t fooled. She had an edge to her. An edge I wanted to rub myself against.
I cleared my throat.
“Ms. Endow. We need to get started. No need to be shy,” I said.
She looked up at me, those big doll eyes begging to be punished. Behind that feminine glow was a darkness that reached into my soul. I sensed she craved domination, possessiveness, passion. Yet she remained frozen in place.
“As your boss, I demand that you come.”
Double entendre.
A wild blush skipped across her cheeks, did she get it too?
“Boss…” she whispered, looking unsure about how to address me. I could only imagine how that voice would sound screaming my name while my cock was inside her. Ever since Willow showed me her picture, I kept thinking about how she’d sound.
It was a blend of innocence and seduction wrapped up in one. A dangerous combination rarely found.
“You’re making me late,” I said, lowering my eyes.
Stacy straightened up and cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, Mr. Carter. It’s just… my shoe is bit damaged. I had an… incident… earlier, at the bus stop, and… I hate to trouble you with this. It’s just that if I keep climbing the stairs, I’ll trip again, because part of it catches on the edge.”
“Oh,” I said, relieved that that was all that was causing her to hesitate.
I was intrigued by this incident that she mentioned, but she obviously didn’t want to talk about it. And I was even more intrigued by the fact that she had to take a bus to work. I didn’t know anyone who rode the bus. I guess she really needed this job.
“Why don’t you let me help?” I offered.
I bent down and began taking off her shoe.
“Oh, Mr. Carter, you don’t have to do that…” she said, but I insisted.
“I’ll just carry them for you and you can put them back on at the top.”
She didn’t protest. Her feet felt just as soft as her hands. I was happy for the chance to touch her skin. Then I chastised myself, for letting her have that effect on me.
She followed me to the top of the stairs and then I handed her shoes back to her. I was tempted to bend down and put them on for her but I needed to exercise some self-control. I was the head of a billion dollar company and here I was feeling weak in the knees— and strong and hard in the cock— just after one touch of a woman’s foot. I had no idea what had gotten into me but I half loved it, half hated it.
Once she had her shoes back on, Stacy followed me into the building. I caught her glancing around at the artistic glass and gold structures.
Some of the men in the lobby caught wind of her presence and stared her down. It wasn’t until I gave them the death stare that they looked away. She was mine, and everyone— including Stacy— was going to learn that very soon.
Chapter 9 – Grant
I pressed the up button on the elevator that would take us in between different office floors within my company’s suites. Stacy stood behind me, her heels lightly clacking on the marble floors.
“Nervous?” I asked.
“Just a little. Business is my major. But this is such a large important company. There’s no room for rookie mistakes.”
Fuck, she wasn’t just all looks either. I fought the burning urge to rip off that frilly victorianesque shirt she was wearing and turned my attention to the clock on the wall. I had a meeting in thirty minutes.
Thirty minutes was all I needed to make her mine.
I was used to getting everything I wanted. Women never turned me down. In fact, they flocked to me and threw themselves at me. My cock was always happy to oblige. But I found it wanting Stacy more than I had wanted anyone in a very long time. Maybe ever.
Not ever, I told myself, but the inner voice insisted.
The elevator bell rung and the golden doors opened to reveal my top high end elevator, equipped with seats, wine, and a TV. Sometimes if I needed to think, I’d come here and let the elevator take me up and down while I sipped champagne or fucked some random women with wet panties— sometimes two or three at a time.
But n
ow it was only Stacy and me here in my favorite place in the whole office, and I liked it just fine that way. We stepped inside the elevator, and its doors slid closed behind us. I caught the glimpses of jealous women who knew exactly what Stacy was going to be getting, and undoubtedly wishing they could be her.
I pushed the button to my main office, and made sure the elevator’s speed was set to slow. My cock fought against the seams of my fly as I began to inch towards Stacy. I reached out to cup her chin.
She flicked her thick eyelashes up at me and sneered, slapping my hand to the side.
“Excuse me?” she hissed. “Do you think I came here to be your whore?”
She stepped back, clutching onto her purse.
“What?” I was puzzled. That flash in her eyes was the same one that had been there earlier. When I told her I didn’t bite…
She had wanted me to.
I knew that look. But now she was rejecting me?
“You heard me! I came for a personal assistant job, not a personal sex toy one. Either you hire me to do honest work or I’m leaving!” she thundered.
Fuck, I had allowed my cock to do all the thinking at the wrong time.
The elevator felt small, despite the spaciousness. This was akin to being trapped in a small space with a wild cat with claws.
Damn it. This one intrigued me.
“I apologize, Ms. Endow.” Time to get out of this one. “You passed the test.”
I straightened my tie, willing my hardening cock to calm down. I was wearing my best boxer briefs underneath my suit pants, so nothing peaked up into a mountain peak shape too easily.
“Test?” She cocked an eyebrow.
“Yes, I have way too many women who want to seduce me rather than work for me. You’ve proven yourself.”
The bell rung and opened up to the main floor of my private office. The place was spacious, with hardly any walls, and where there were any, they were artistically placed black glass walls.
“Wow, I see. You are a handsome man,” she said. “I can see how some women would be like that around you. But I’m not. I’m here to be a professional.”
There was a slight purr to her voice. I’d have to work to get her.