by T L Osborn
“Miss Thompson, you’ve been here a while already. You shouldn’t have to ask.”
“I ask, because you didn’t text this morning. What am I supposed to be, a mind reader?”
“It would help.”
She throws her hands up in the air. “Argh! You’re so frustrating.”
I look at her, keeping my expression calm. “I’m allowed to be. I’m the boss.”
“Coffee or not?” she prompts.
“Please, cappuccino, no sugar, and a–”
“Blueberry muffin. Yeah, I know.”
I grit my teeth, jaw taut. “You know how I feel about being interrupted.”
She flicks me a cocky smirk. “Then I’ll be sure to do it again in the future.” She spins on her heels and walks away, that tight skirt giving a full glimpse of the globes of that ass. Jesus fucking Christ, she’s going to ruin me.
I lean back in my chair, my cock bulging out the front of my pants, rock-hard and uncomfortable. I shift him slightly, but it doesn’t work. He’s still begging for some fun. I’ll take care of you later.
I get out of my seat, bringing my report with me. I’ll get the important things written on the whiteboard, ready for my meeting with James, and with any luck, my hard-on will be gone by the time I see him. I begin writing, and by the time I’m almost finished, I hear the sound of the elevator doors dinging.
Aria’s back.
I step over to my desk, picking up her to-do list, which I forgot to give her this morning. I’ve made it so long she’ll be extra busy all day and I won’t be distracted. She’s either going to laugh or strangle me for this.
I take her list out to her. “Your list to do today. Be sure to complete all tasks before you leave.” I reach over her desk to pick up my cappuccino and muffin.
She takes the pieces of paper out of my hand, arching an eyebrow. “Are you seriously still giving me these? I think I know how to do my job by now.”
“Really? You didn’t bring me a coffee this morning. That tells me you still need them.” I take a sip, the liquid sweet in my mouth, not the usual strong coffee flavour. I smack my lips together along with my tongue, trying to figure out the taste. My eyebrows furrow, unsure. Wait, there’s sugar in my coffee.
She glances over the list. “What the hell? Sort your pen drawer into their different colours. Colour code your filing cabinet so all manila folders are the same shade, and—oh hell no. Cut the crusts off your sandwiches? Is there anything important on this list?”
I swallow. “Everything on that list is important.”
She frowns. “I’m not cutting the crusts off your sandwiches.”
“Yes, you are.”
She curls her lips together, as if she just sucked on a lemon. “You’re a real slave driver. Do you know that?”
I lift my cup to my lips, again taking a sip. “Just call me Pharaoh.”
“Slave driver suits you better.”
She can call me whatever the hell she wants, just so long as those lips are wrapped around my cock as she does it.
“I’ll leave you to work, Miss Thompson.” I turn, walking into my office, throwing over my shoulder, “And in future, Miss Thompson, remember I don’t take sugar in my coffee.”
She looks down at her desk then back up. “You picked up the wrong one. That’s mine.”
I grin. “Simon says it’s mine.”
She folds her arms across her chest. “This is not a game of Simon Says.”
“It is now.” I chuckle as I close the door behind me, marching over to my desk. Seems my little friend isn’t going away anytime soon. I pick up my Post-It note and scribble something on it, smiling. I’ll google how to get custom ones made up with Simon Says written on them.
Aria
“For fuck’s sake, doesn’t anyone know the alphabet around here?” I grumble aloud, as the door to the filing storage room opens.
“Problem, Miss Thompson?” Simon asks, stepping inside.
His cologne fills the room, strong, musky, and masculine. I close my eyes, breathing slowly, trying to steady myself. Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him.
He steps around me. “Have you found all the files I need yet?” His arm lightly touches mine, the fabric of his shirt soft. I shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other. I’m not uncomfortable around him; I really want to rip his shirt off and lick my way down his chest and abs, all the way down to his…
I’ve got to get out of here. Now is not the time to get unbelievably horny. Especially when I can’t do anything about it.
I swiftly move across the room to another box, needing more space. “I’m still looking. It doesn’t help that none of these damn boxes are in alphabetical order.”
He chuckles. “This task might take you all day to complete.”
“Best you buy us some coffee.” I sigh, bending down to look in a box on the lower shelf. I open it, only to realise I’ve left my list of files to find over on his side of the room. I turn, finding him fixated on my ass. His eyes are full of pure lust as they move over me, and he slowly licks his lips. I flick my gaze down; there’s no mistaking the bulge within his suit pants. I shift slightly, giving my ass a shake, and his eyes bulge as a feral growl escapes his mouth. “Simon,” I whisper.
He shifts his head, but not his eyes. “Huh?”
“Can you pass me the piece of paper on the shelf beside you?” I ask.
He nods and slowly turns his gaze away to the piece of paper. He grabs it, and as he brings it over, I stand, only to have the paper fly in front of my nose as his arms engulf my body, hands gripping the shelves on either side of me.
“Turn around.” His warm breath cascades down my neck, flushing my body with heat, adding to my already mounting temperature spike. I spin slowly, lifting my gaze, and our noses touch.
“What would you like, Mr Billington?” My tone is thick with desire.
“What I’d like is what I can’t have. You’re teasing me, Aria, and I can’t take much more.” He leans closer to me, his lips brushing my earlobe. He slides his hands onto my hips, yanking me hard against him. “Do you feel that? My cock is hard as fuck for you. I want you right here and now.” His cock is hard, all right, and all for me.
I lean up, whispering in his ear. “My pussy is just as wet for you, my clit begging for your touch.”
“I want you so bad it hurts.” He licks a trail up my neck to the bottom of my earlobe as his hands lower to the hem of my skirt to lift it up.
Just fucking take me, damn it. Hell, fuck me on the photocopier. I don’t care.
I run my hands, down his chest and over the bulge in his pants. He closes his eyes, groaning as I begin to rub. My fingers itching to unzip his pants and feel his cock, just once. Suddenly, the door bursts open. We leap apart trying to pretend we weren’t doing anything yet fail miserably.
“Whoa, she puts the personal in Personal Assistant. Where can I find me one?”
Great timing, James.
“You ready to go to the meeting?” James asks Simon.
“Sure. Miss Thompson, be sure to find all those files and have them on my desk as soon as you can.”
I turn to look his way and he winks at me as he exits the room, closing the door. I let out a loud sigh, leaning against the shelves. My heart pounding hard within my chest, my pussy screaming at me to just give into him and my brain disagreeing with both telling me to quit my job.
I’m in deep trouble.
Chapter Eight
Aria
Walking past my desk for the evening, making sure there in no one else on the 30th floor so I can shut off all the lights, I notice a faint light coming from beneath Simon’s door.
What the hell is he still doing here?
Marching over to his door, I burst it open, but he’s nowhere to be found. Then I hear humming coming from within the boardroom. That man is one hell of a workaholic. Sure enough, he’s in the boardroom.
“What are you still doing here? You have a family dinner to go to,
which, I might add, you promised James you’d attend,” I remind him.
He glances down at his watch. “Fuck. I only meant to be here half an hour.” He turns, grabbing his suit jacket from his chair, and shrugs it on. Turning towards me, he asks, “What the hell would I do without you?” He tucks his hand beneath my chin, raising my face to his and placing a short, yet sweet kiss on my lips before walking away.
Whoa! What the hell?
I turn to find him frozen by the boardroom door.
“Fuck it,” he growls, and slams the door closed, spins around, and wraps both arms around my waist. He doesn’t ask, just takes, as he crashes his mouth down on mine. I slide my hands up his chest as he bends, lifting me so I’m sitting on the boardroom table.
He kisses up and down my neck, unbuttoning my blouse and exposing my breasts to him. He grips them tightly over the bra before he yanks my strap down to pull one of my breasts out of its cup. Wrapping his lips around the nipple, he slides his other hand up my skirt. I slide my blouse off, letting it fall to the table, and remove my bra. He pulls it out of my hand and drops it onto the floor. I arch into his mouth as he pays my other breast the same amount of attention.
“Simon, what if someone sees?” I moan, as he slides his hands up my skirt and around to my ass, giving it a harsh squeeze.
“No one is here, baby, just us.” He slides his hand over my panties. “How’d you know I like lace?” he murmurs, kissing his way back up my body. His mouth devours mine in a hungry kiss as he slides one hand around, over my panties, to rub my aching clit through the material. He pulls back to kiss down my neck, his breathing as harsh as mine.
I slide my hand down over his pants, his cock rock-hard beneath the material, only getting harder the more I rub it. He groans as he roughly tugs me closer to the edge of the table. He slides my panties to the side, thrumming his forefinger over my clit, and I arch into his hand. I unzip his pants, needing to feel his cock in my palm. Suddenly, we hear the sound of the lift doors dinging.
“You said no one was here,” I hiss.
He lets me up, handing me my bra while I grab my blouse. “Here, I’ll shield you while you get dressed.”
Humming comes from the reception area.
“That’s Lara. She must’ve left her wallet behind, again,” I whisper.
I straighten myself up, and we wait a few moments to hear the lift doors ding, indicating Lara is leaving. We both let out a sigh of relief, and he wraps his arms around me.
“I’ve got to get you alone, to be able to kiss you and do anything I bloody well want with you.”
I nod against his chest. “I want that too.”
He grins. “Leave it to me.”
“I can’t believe we almost got caught.” I feel my face blush.
“Is your heart racing like mine, yet, you’re horny as hell?”
I look up to find him grinning down at me. “Yeah,” I admit.
“I can’t wait for Monday. See you then.” He kisses me quickly and exits the boardroom, leaving me feeling like a giddy schoolgirl whose first crush just told her he wants to go out with her.
Simon
Roger pulls the car up to my mother’s house. I really don’t want to go inside. Instead, I want to ring Aria and demand she meet me back at my place, in secret, so I can drag her to bed and worship that sexy fucking body all night long. But I can’t. Charlotte is here too and will be coming home with me. If she sees Aria again, she’s going to start asking if she is going to be her new mummy.
“Thanks, R. I’ll get James to bring me home. Enjoy your weekend.”
“Don’t be late for your ass-whipping on Monday morning.” He chuckles.
I climb out of the car and make my way inside, hearing my little girl before I see her, and I smile. I’ve missed her this week. All these hours can be draining. I should get Aria to schedule me some time off work in the school holidays for us to have daddy and daughter time. Charlotte would love that.
I walk through the kitchen and out to the rear of my mother’s home, where the dining room is. As I round the corner, I immediately see the familiar face of my sister, Mel, sitting at the dining room table. She’s back from her trip. Good, this may work in my favour. Because aside from Linda, my sister is the only other person Charlotte will spend the night with.
“You’re late,” she accuses.
“I know. I’m sorry. I had some last-minute things to take care of and got rather carried away.” I plonk myself down on a chair next to Charlotte, who launches herself into my lap to cuddle into me.
“Daddy, why do you smell pretty?” she asks.
Whoops. Aria’s perfume must’ve rubbed off on me.
“Some last-minute things to take care of. Is that code for a certain PA?” James questions, taking a sip of his whiskey.
“No,” I lie as my mother enters the room.
“Simon, you did make it. I put a plate of food in the oven for you. I’ll just go get it. I bet you’re starving after your day at work.”
“Thanks, Mum.”
Mel leans over. “She didn’t put the plate in the oven. I did. She wasn’t going to save you anything.”
Sounds about right.
“Thanks, sis. So tell me, how was the trip?” I ask.
“I’ll tell you about the trip if you tell me about this PA,” she counters.
“Nothing to tell. She’s the best PA I’ve had in years, is very competent in doing her job, runs my days as planned, and gets coffee whenever I ask for it.” I shrug as James slides me a whiskey. I push it away, not feeling like drinking tonight.
“You forgot to mention you have the hots for her like she does for you,” he says as he takes his seat across the table. I glare. I don’t want him even mentioning that notion, nor Aria’s name, in front of Charlotte.
“Good for you, little brother,” Mel says as my mother returns with my plate, placing it in front of me. I set Charlotte down on the seat beside me and turn to my meal. Roasted lamb drizzled in gravy, with peas and roasted potatoes. Her cook made this; I can tell.
“Thanks, Mum. This look delicious,” I tell her, picking up the fork she gave me. “Now tell me, how was the trip? I’ll eat, you talk.”
“Amazing! As you know, I started in LA, and wow. You see Hollywood Boulevard and Disneyland on TV, but actually being there was surreal. Then I headed to Las Vegas. It definitely earned the name Sin City. There was so much alcohol on offer you didn’t know where to start. Including at breakfast time. Then it was on to New York. That was just the best. Dirty, but the best. We managed to get up the Empire State Building at sunset. What a view! I’ve got some photos here, if you’d like to see them,” Mel offers.
“I would love to, but perhaps after tea. I’d hate to dirty your photos.”
She laughs. “I also brought gifts back for everyone.”
I roll my eyes. “Mel. You didn’t have to buy me anything.”
“I know. I probably spent more on Charlotte than anyone else.”
“Daddy, I got a Belle dolly,” Charlotte says. I carry my plate into the kitchen to rinse it off.
“So Simon I hear that you’ve got another one in your mist. I know this is probably your way of coping after losing Clarissa,” my mother says.
“No, Aria, is different.”
“What do you mean different?” My mother asks sipping her wine.
“She’s not just another notch on my belt.” I say.
“You mean you’re actually falling for her. Simon, I made vows to love your father until the day I die, and I mean every word of them. You made those same vows. Do they mean nothing to you?”
“Mum, it’s been four fucking years since Clarissa died. It’s time I moved on.”
“Don’t take that tone with me and watch your language.”
“I’ll speak any way I damn well want. It’s my life, and I’ll live it how I want. If I choose to date again, I’ll date again. I’m ready for more company than just sex. I want a woman in my home, bed and life.�
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“So you chose your personal assistant?” my mother says.
“I’ll chose whoever I please and she pleases me.”
My mother sweeps out of the kitchen, and I drop my plate in the sink. At least, I managed to shut her up. I’m pissed that she’s trying to tell me how to live my life.
Clarissa was a bitch. She wasn’t the kind of mother I thought she’d be to our daughter. I worked during the week and wanted to become a CEO, to rise through the ranks of business. With every new pay raise came more demands from her. Shoes, handbags, jewellery. Yet, she never made the time for Charlotte. She wasn’t what I envisioned a mother should be. Quite frankly, I’m glad she’s gone from our lives.
Okay, I wouldn’t wish that she’d died, but I’m glad she’s not here. Charlotte deserves better.
“You okay?” Mel asks, stepping in behind me.
I grab a tea towel to wipe the water off my hands. “Yeah, just Mum has it in her head that there’s more between Aria and me.”
“Well, is there?”
“No, we’re just friends. Though I wouldn’t mind seeing if there could potentially be more. She’s wonderful, sweet, kind, caring, gorgeous, and I love the way she smiles and laughs when I make a dumb joke.”
“Mmm, she sounds dreamy,” Mel mimics Puss in Boots from Shrek.
I point a finger at her. “Don’t even think about stealing this one.”
Mel laughs. “Hey, I didn’t do that to you. It was James. And it turns out she was a lesbian the entire time they’d been together. Now, getting back to Mum, you need to let yourself be happy. If there’s a possibility of more happening between you and Aria, explore it.”
“I may have found someone, and I stupidly introduced her to Charlotte the first night. They got along really well. I don’t know what things are between us yet, and until I do, I won’t bring her around my daughter.”
“Good idea. Also, when you’re ready to introduce her to the family, do it casually, like a BBQ or something like that. Then Mum can’t say she hasn’t met Aria, and we can all meet her without her feeling overwhelmed by our mother.”