The Intern Remastered

Author's Note from Lolita30:

This is a reimagined, expanded version of a story I wrote years ago--now fully remastered with deeper emotion, richer heat, and all the delicious tension I originally wanted to explore between Jessica and Bill. If you're a fan of older man/younger woman fantasies with slow burn, workplace tension, and full-body satisfaction... this one's for you.

💋 Thanks to those who favorited the original-- Thank you! it gave me the confidence to revisit this piece and make it even better.

Let me know what you think--your feedback means the world. 💌

xoxo,

Lolita30

Summer, 1995.

Jessica Colby, a 22-year-old broadcast journalism major, sat among her colleagues at her internship at Kurtis Productions. Today was Friday--brainstorming day. Each week, writers, directors, editors, and researchers gathered in the glass-enclosed boardroom to pitch story ideas for the next episode of Investigative Reports.

At the head of the table sat Bill Kurtis, the man behind it all. Sharp. Handsome. Magnetic. At 55, Bill exuded the kind of wisdom and confidence that made Jessica sit a little straighter whenever he entered the room.

Unlike previous internships where she'd been invisible, here she was treated like a team member. She admired Bill's kindness, his composure--and yes, she had a crush on him. A real one. The kind that made her pulse quicken when he looked her way.

"Good afternoon, everyone," he said, his baritone voice smooth enough to make her stomach flutter. "Let's hear what you've got."

The meeting ran long--over two hours--and by the end, Jessica's hand was cramping from note-taking, her backside sore from the stiff chair. She stood to stretch, arms overhead, back arching with a quiet sigh.

She didn't notice Bill watching her. But he was.

Her body--petite, strong, lithe--moved with the grace of a dancer. Her hair was swept up into a bun, her skirt flirted just above the knee. It took everything in him not to stare.

He didn't need her at those meetings. But he liked having her there. She brought beauty to the boardroom--brightness, youth, curiosity. And yes, desire.

"Jessica, can I speak to you for a moment?" he asked.

She turned, blinking. "Sure, Bill."

Once the others filed out, Bill approached her, the door clicking shut behind him.

"You've been doing great work," he said, voice softer now. "I've been watching your progress--and I think you've got real talent."

Jessica's breath caught. "Thank you. That... really means a lot."

He hesitated. "Are you doing anything later tonight?"

She blinked. "Tonight?" Her mind raced. Homework. A frozen dinner. TV. "No, not really..."

"I'd like to take you to dinner. As a thank-you. You've contributed a lot. It's only fair."

She hesitated just a second too long, unsure if she was misreading the moment. But the look in his eyes--intense, lingering--told her everything.

"Yes," she said, a little too quickly. "I'd be honored."

He smiled, slow and warm. "Good. I'll pick you up at 9:30."

Later that night...

Jessica's apartment was alive with nerves and half-finished curls. She wore a strapless black dress that hugged her curves like it was made for her. One heel on, one in her hand. The phone rang.

"Hello?"

"You ready?" came Bill's honeyed voice.

She glanced down at herself. "Almost. Five minutes?"

"I'll be in the lobby when you're done."

Bill had arrived early, parking his black Lexus just around the corner. He wore a classic black suit--nothing flashy, but he wore it well. He'd told his girlfriend he had a business dinner. She hadn't questioned it.

When Jessica stepped off the elevator, he turned at the sound of her heels clicking on the floor. She looked stunning--red lips, smoky eyes, curls spilling past her shoulders.

"Wow," he breathed. "You look fantastic."

"Thank you. So do you."

He offered his arm, and they headed out into the night.

1:00 a.m. -- Her apartment

Dinner had been perfect. French cuisine. Soft lighting. Laughter that stretched for hours. Jessica found herself hanging on every word Bill said--and forgetting to eat half her salad.

Now they stood in front of her door.

"Bill, you didn't have to walk me up..." she started, digging through her purse for her keys.

And then--disaster.

Her purse slipped. Lipstick, compact, keys, and a box of condoms spilled to the floor.

"Oh my God!" Jessica scrambled to gather her things, face burning. "I'm so sorry--oh my God--"

"It's okay," he said gently. "Really." He crouched down, picking up her things. The condoms too. Not a word. No judgment.

As he handed the purse back to her, their hands touched.

And then he kissed her.

Soft at first. Testing. Then deeper, like he'd been holding back for weeks.

Jessica melted. Her arms wound around his neck, lips parting for more. Every nerve in her body sang. She didn't remember how they got to the bedroom--but she knew what she wanted now.

Clothes came off in quiet urgency. Her dress pooled on the floor. He kissed her like he had nowhere else to be.

His lips trailed from her neck to her breasts, warm hands cupping her curves, teasing her nipples until she gasped. Her raven curls clung to her cheeks, her eyes dark with lust as she looked down at him, breath shallow.

His fingers slid between her thighs. She was already slick--aching.

Bill slipped a finger inside. Then another. His thumb circled her clit in slow, maddening rhythm. Jessica moaned, hips lifting off the bed, chasing more.

"You're incredible," he murmured.

She could barely answer. Her orgasm built fast--tight and hot--and when his mouth replaced his fingers, licking her slowly, deeply... she shattered.

"Bill--Oh God--Bill..." she cried as her body pulsed around his tongue. Her thighs clamped around his head. He didn't stop.

When she finally released him, panting and spent, he kissed his way back up her body, mouth sticky with her pleasure. He kissed her lips like she was a feast.

"I need you," she whispered. "Now."

He rolled onto his back and let her straddle him. Her manicured nails traced his chest as she reached down to guide him inside. Thick. Hot. Full.

She sank down, slow and steady, stretching around him.

Bill groaned, hands gripping her hips.

Her curls framed her face, damp with sweat, her body glowing in the low light. She started to ride him--hips rolling, back arched--driving him wild with every bounce. The scent of his cologne filled her nose--warm, clean, intoxicating.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, chest rising and falling beneath her.

"I know," she teased, breathless.

Their bodies met in perfect rhythm, wet heat building with every thrust. Jessica cried out as another orgasm rocked through her. Bill followed with a groan, spilling deep inside her as they collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and satisfaction.

Morning light.

Jessica woke alone, but the bed still held his warmth--and his scent.

She smiled, stretching lazily, sore in all the right places.

The phone rang. She let the machine pick up.

"Hi Jess... I didn't want to wake you. Last night was... incredible. Don't worry about the report--you've earned a break. Let's do this again soon, okay? I'll see you Monday."

Click.

Jessica laughed softly to herself, brushing her curls back.

"Yes, Bill," she whispered. "Let's."

End.