by Ramona Gray
“Ahh, the tiny Jane Smith – a perfectly good data entry clerk until you poached her from me. How’s she working out?”
“Fine,” Luke said. “She’s smart and works hard. How well do you know her?”
“Honestly, not that well. She was only in my department for a few months and she mostly worked with Kyla.”
“Is she in a relationship?”
“How the hell would I know,” Mark said. “Why do you want to know?”
“Just curious,” Luke replied.
Mark laughed. “It’s more than just curiosity.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“Sure it is. Don’t tell me you’ve got a hard-on for your PA. That’s asking for trouble.”
“I’m not attracted to my PA,” Luke snapped.
“I’d be surprised if you were. She weighs, what, ninety pounds? You’ve always liked the ladies with curves.”
Luke didn’t reply and Mark took another drink of whiskey. “So, why were you driving your PA home?”
“Because she was standing at the bus stop in her stupid thin jacket and it was freezing outside. The wind nearly blew her over.”
“So now you’re a Good Samaritan?” Mark said with a grin.
Luke sighed. “She lives in the Badlands, Mark.”
“Jesus. You’re kidding me.”
“I’m not. You should have seen her apartment building – it’s filthy and dangerous. Her drunk neighbour tried to get her into his apartment while I was standing right there. He outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds. If I hadn’t been there, who knows what the hell would have happened. Then her landlord showed up and told her that her rent cheque bounced. He demanded the rent in cash right then or he was going to kick her out into the street.”
“Christ.”
“I paid her rent for her.”
“You did not!”
“Of course I did. What was I supposed to do? Just let her be kicked out of her apartment on the coldest night of the year?”
“Holy shit,” Mark said. “You really do have a thing for your PA.”
Luke downed his scotch in one large gulp before signalling the bartender for another. “No, I don’t. She’s paying me back on Monday.”
“Well, that was nice of you.”
“I thought she had an eating disorder but now I’m not so sure,” Luke said slowly. “I didn’t eat all of my sandwich at lunch and I saw her take it out of the trash and put it in her purse.”
“Christ, Luke. You really should pay your employees more,” Mark said with a frown.
“She’s making more for me than she did in your department,” Luke said.
“Maybe she’s just bad with money,” Mark said with a shrug. “That’s not really your problem if she has a shopping addiction.”
“She wears cheap clothing from Walmart.”
“She doesn’t have to be addicted to clothes shopping,” Mark said. “Anyway, how is your PA’s money problems any of your concern?”
“It isn’t,” Luke said abruptly. “Forget I said anything. Mom wants you to come by this weekend for dinner.”
“I can’t make it,” Mark said immediately. “Tell her I’m sorry but I’ll try and stop by one night during the week to see her.”
“When Amy won’t be there?” Luke asked.
Mark stiffened at the mention of her name and Luke sighed loudly. “What’s going on with you and Amy?”
“Nothing,” Mark muttered.
“Bullshit. We’ve been best friends for nearly thirty years and I know you better than anyone. A month ago, everything was normal and now you and Amy barely speak to each other and you’ve stopped coming for family dinners. What are you and Amy fighting about?”
“We’re not fighting about anything,” Mark said.
“Yeah, that’s what Amy says. Why aren’t either of you telling me the truth?”
Mark scowled at him. “Leave it alone, Luke.”
“Leave what alone?” Luke said.
“Just mind your own business.”
“She’s my sister,” Luke said. “I love you, man, you know I do, but if you’ve hurt her or – “
“Hurt her?” Mark said angrily. “You think I would hurt your sister?”
“No. I know you love her like a sister too but sometimes siblings fight,” Luke said. “You guys need to talk about whatever this is and fix it.”
“No, you need to mind your own business,” Mark retorted. “I’m gonna go. It was a long day at work and I’m tired. See you on Monday.”
“Mark, wait. I’m trying to help.”
“Yeah, well, you’re not. Good night.”
Mark threw some bills on the bar and stalked away as Luke stared in shock. What the hell was going on?
Chapter 4
“You have a beautiful home, Mr. Dawson.”
“Thank you, Jane.” Luke handed her a glass of wine and she sipped at it before smoothing her skirt nervously.
“Thank you for giving me a place to stay tonight. I can’t believe my rent cheque bounced again.”
“It’s fine. Why don’t I show you to your room?”
“Okay,” she said. She set her wine glass on the island and followed him out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He opened the first door on the left and stepped back. She stood inside the room, staring silently at the king bed as he turned on the gas fireplace.
“This is, um, a very large guest room,” she said.
He shrugged out of his suit jacket and took off his tie before beginning to unbutton his shirt. “It’s not the guest room.”
“It isn’t?”
He shook his head and stripped off his shirt before standing in front of her. He unbuttoned her shirt as she stared mutely at him. “No, it’s my room.”
“Mr. Dawson,” she whispered. “I – I can’t sleep in your room.”
“You’re not going to be sleeping, Jane.”
“What will I be doing?” Her voice was a low moan and as he pulled off her shirt he studied the way her nipples poked against her bra.
“I’ve been meaning to speak to you about your work duties, Ms. Smith.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss against her collarbone. She moaned again, her tiny hands clutching at his waist. His cock hardened at her touch and he pressed his pelvis against her so she could feel how much he wanted her.
“Y-you have?” She stuttered as he reached behind her for the clasps of her bra.
“Yes.” He undid her bra and pulled it from her body. “You’ve been doing very well and I think its time we gave you extra duties. Don’t you?”
“Like what?” She whispered as he cupped one small breast. He kneaded it gently before leaning down again and sucking on her nipple. It swelled in his mouth and she cried out when he nipped the hard, little bud.
He straightened and took her mouth in a hard and possessive kiss as he worked his hand under her skirt. He skated his fingers over the smooth satin of her panties. “Spread your legs, Jane.”
“Yes, Mr. Dawson.”
His cock throbbed and he slipped his hand between her thighs when she opened them. He cupped her through her panties, lust coursing through him when he discovered how wet her panties were. Breathing heavily, he pulled them down her legs and she stepped out of them as she stared at him.
“Mr. Dawson, what are my new duties?” She asked as he reached under her skirt again.
He played with the soft curls between her thighs before moving his hand lower. He probed at her opening, sliding his finger into her smooth heat as she moaned in submission and leaned against him.
“Taking all of my cock in your tight little pussy,” he murmured into her ear. He traced the curve of her ear with his tongue before sucking on the lobe.
“Sh-should I start right now?” She asked as she ran her hands down his back.
“Brilliant idea,” he said. He moved his hand away from her, smiling a little at her whimper of need, and lifted her easily. He carried her to the bed and laid her down on it.
“L
ift your skirt, Ms. Smith,” he ordered.
She obeyed immediately, shimmying it up over her hips until her pussy was exposed. He stared hungrily at it as she braced her feet on the bed and spread her legs. He could see her perfect clit peeking out from between the lips of her pussy and hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She rubbed her clit with the tips of her fingers and moaned as he shoved his pants down his legs. He kneeled between her open legs and her eyes widened when she glanced at his cock.
“Mr. Dawson, you’re too big,” she said in her sweet, soft voice. “I can’t take all of that in my tiny pussy.”
“Yes, you can,” he said. He rubbed his cock against her clit and her hips arched up. “Be a good girl, Ms. Smith, and take my cock.”
“Yes, Mr. Dawson,” she said.
His cock twitched and he pushed the blunt head of it into her narrow opening. She was unbelievably tight and he knew he should wait and allow her to adjust but he couldn’t stop. He pushed forward as she dug her fingers into his biceps.
“Mr. Dawson, it’s too big!” She complained.
“It isn’t,” he replied. “Spread your legs wider.”
She obeyed immediately and he pushed into the hilt, ignoring her small gasp of discomfort. Her fingers were digging into his back and he stared down at her. She was trapped beneath him and he reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit until she was moaning in pleasure. He made a few deep thrusts as her thighs pressed uselessly against his hips.
“Oh, Mr. Dawson, your big cock feels so good in my pussy,” she moaned again.
He propped himself up on his hands and thrust again. “You’re being a very good girl, Ms. Smith,” he rasped. “Do you like being stuffed full of my cock?”
“Oh yes,” she cried. “Yes, Mr. Dawson. I’ve never had a cock this big before.”
He closed his eyes and rocked back and forth. Her pussy gripped him so tightly that he could feel his orgasm starting almost immediately. The base of his spine was tingling and he grunted loudly as he plunged in and out. Her small body was shaking under his and he opened his eyes. She was staring up at him and he kissed her deeply.
“Mr. Dawson,” she gasped. “You’re not going to come in me, are you?”
He grinned at her and her eyes widened. “You can’t!”
“Yes, I can,” he whispered before pinning her slender arms above her head. “You’re mine, Ms. Smith and if I want to come in you, I will. Do you understand?”
She didn’t reply and he thrust even harder. Fuck, he was so close to coming. “Do you understand, Ms. Smith?” He gritted out between clenched teeth.
She opened her mouth and said, “This weather just isn’t letting up, folks! Make sure you dress warmly today – it’s gonna be a cold one!”
He blinked at her. “Jane?”
“Just got a text from a listener. He’s on the freeway north of exit 120 and he says it is slow going. Three car crash and traffic is backed up all the way to exit 72. If you’re headed that way for your morning commute, you might want to consider a different route. Stay safe and remember to - ”
Luke jerked awake. He sat up and stared at the alarm clock next to his bed before groaning and slamming his hand down on the top of it. The radio host’s voice was cut off and he groaned again before collapsing on his back. He stared up at the ceiling in confusion before staring at the left side of the bed. He almost expected to see Jane lying there. It was empty and with a low moan, he threw the covers off and grabbed his erect cock. His balls were throbbing with the need for release and his hips arched as he jerked his dick with harsh strokes. An image of Jane popped into his head and he came immediately, hot liquid spurting out from his cock to splash across his stomach as he squeezed and rubbed almost angrily.
Panting harshly, he stared wide-eyed at the ceiling as his cock softened in his hand. Holy fuck, he had a goddamn sex dream about his PA.
* * *
Monday morning, Jane smoothed down her new skirt and straightened her suit jacket before knocking on Mr. Dawson’s office door. On Saturday, she’d gone to one of the shops along 17th Avenue. She was a little afraid that the salespeople would be rude or scornful – she definitely didn’t look like their usual clientele – but the woman who helped her was actually very nice. She had asked what Jane’s budget for clothing was and didn’t laugh when Jane told her. She spent more than two hours with her, bringing her outfits to try on and helping her figure out how to make the most out of the money she had. In the end, she had walked out with two suits, and a dress, a blouse and a pair of dress pants. All of them were Dawson brand clothing and she hoped like hell it would convince Mr. Dawson she was serious about her job.
She was happy with her new clothes but she had spent all of her grocery money as well as the money earmarked for electricity and heat. She was already behind on both bills but her heat wasn’t working anyway so if they cut it off what was the difference? As for electricity – well, she had candles.
After shopping she had visited with Mama J for a while. On Saturday, she was bright and alert but when she stopped in again on Sunday morning, her foster mother was confused and withdrawn. She didn’t remember her and became agitated when Jane tried to tell her who she was. Jane had stuck around for awhile, visiting the other residents in the common room and hoping that Mama J’s mind would clear. Unfortunately, even after her nap she was confused and belligerent. Jane had finally given up and left around two, stopping at the grocery store to purchase a loaf of bread, another jar of peanut butter and a bag of oranges.
Her stomach growled at just the memory of food and she rubbed it lightly. She’d eaten an orange for breakfast and despite her hunger, the thought of eating yet another peanut butter sandwich for lunch made her a little nauseous.
“Christ, come in already!”
She jumped and realized that she was still standing outside of Mr. Dawson’s door. By the irritation in his voice, he had been calling for her to come in for awhile. Clutching the envelope in her sweaty hand, she opened the door and smiled at him.
“Good morning, Mr. Dawson.”
He didn’t look up from his computer screen. “Good morning, Ms. Smith.”
She placed the envelope on the shiny surface of his desk. “I wanted to apologize again for Friday night and to, uh, bring you the money that I owe you.”
“Thanks,” he said.
He was still concentrating on the screen and she waited for a moment. Stupidly, she wanted him to see her in her new clothing. He didn’t glance up and feeling like an idiot, she turned to go.
Amy was standing in the doorway and she gave Jane a wide grin. “Good morning, Jane.”
“Good morning, Ms. Dawson.”
“Oh please, I told you to call me Amy, remember?”
She stood in front of her and studied her outfit. “Don’t you look lovely today.”
“Thank you,” Jane said.
“Luke, doesn’t Jane look lovely?”
Her boss finally raised his head and she flushed when his gaze swept over her body. He didn’t say anything and there was a moment of awkward silence that Amy rushed to fill.
“That’s one of my favourite suits from last year’s line. The colour really suits your skin colour,” Amy said.
“Thank you,” Jane said again.
“How was your weekend?” Amy asked as Luke sighed loudly behind them.
“It was good. How, uh, was yours?” Jane asked awkwardly.
“Quiet. Other than our family dinner last night, I didn’t even leave the house. I hate this time of year. I’m much better suited to warm beaches and the hot sun,” Amy said with a grin.
“Amy, is there something you need?” Luke asked. “I’m very busy today and so is Jane.”
“I wanted to chat with you about something. I’ll be quick, I promise,” Amy said.
“Excuse me,” Jane murmured. She left the office, shutting the doors softly behind her.
* * *
As Jane hurried out of the office, Amy
sat in the chair and stared at Luke.
“What?”
“Did you talk to her about her clothes?”
Luke shrugged and Amy narrowed her eyes at him. “Did you?”
“I might have mentioned something about her clothes being from Walmart,” he said.
“You ass,” Amy said.
“What? It worked, didn’t it? She’s wearing Dawson brand clothing this morning.”
“Did you give her a clothing allowance?”
“Of course I didn’t.”
Amy sighed. “Luke, I don’t think Jane has a lot of cash.”
Luke shrugged again. “I thought so too at first. She lives in the Badlands and takes the bus. I drove her home on Friday night because she was standing outside in the freezing cold and ended up paying her rent for her so she wouldn’t get kicked out of her rathole of an apartment.”
“What?” Amy gaped at him.
Luke glanced at his watch. “Can we talk about this later, Amy?”
“Nope. Not after that little tidbit. Spill it, big brother.”
He sighed, leaned back in his chair and told Amy the entire story, beginning with seeing Jane take his discarded sandwich from the trash can. She listened quietly and when he was finished, frowned at him. “So, if her rent cheque bounced, how the hell could she afford to buy Dawson brand clothing?”
“I guess she isn’t as broke as I thought,” Luke said. “She’s probably just bad at managing her money.”
“A woman who takes her boss’ leftover lunch from the trash doesn’t sound like she’s bad at managing money. It sounds like someone who’s desperate.”
“Maybe she’s one of those penny pinchers,” Luke said. “Maybe she regularly digs food out of dumpsters and eats it.”
“Be serious, Luke.”
“I am being serious,” he said. “You were the one who made me watch that stupid marathon of people who were extreme money savers. Most of them had money to burn but they lived like they were penniless.”
“You really think Jane is like that?” Amy asked.
“I don’t know, Ames, and I’m tired of worrying about it. I’ve got a lot of work on my plate and my assistant’s personal life really isn’t my problem or concern.”