Michael threw the resume to the side with an exasperated sigh.
When he'd gone out and started his own company, he'd never expected for it to take off as quickly as it did. In fact, it skyrocketed putting Michael on the cover of every financial magazine as the hottest new thing on the market. It was more than he had ever dreamed of.
But, with all good things came the responsibility of making sure the company stayed afloat.
His team had grown exponentially keeping things fresh and new, but he was at his wits end trying to keep his own life in balance.
In short, it was time for him to hire a personal assistant.
When he'd told his friends about the idea, they all thought the same thing:
Get someone sexy.
Naturally, he dismissed them, but every time the subject came up, they all chipped in with different sexual scenarios their friend could partake in, but Michael wasn't interested. He had a wonderful girlfriend who kept him more than satisfied in and out of the bedroom. Hiring someone sexy would do nothing more than make her jealous and cause him more problems than he needed.
No, he was looking for someone with brains. Someone who would take the job seriously, and most importantly, not make his girlfriend want to beat his face in.
Unfortunately, it was easier said than done. Each secretary he'd interviewed seemed more idiotic and wore less clothing than the last.
At this point, he was ready to throw in the towel sure that his friends had been the ones to set up each and every one of these appointments.
With a long groan, he dropped his head on his desk.
"This is hopeless."
A small, timid knock interrupted his wallowing.
"Am I too late?"
Michael slowly lifted his head to see a messy red bun and pleading green eyes peeking in through the door. "No, not at all. Come in."
The moment she walked in, he could feel a stirring in his pants. All thoughts of hiring someone capable disappeared from his mind. Her outfit was perfectly professional but infinitely sexy. The way her jacket, a deep plum color, accentuated her breasts underneath a cream shirt while the matching pencil skirt hugged her tight little curves and stopped just below her knees. The perfectly sculpted calf moved down to a pair of cream-colored stilettos she was more than capable of walking in.
An image of him running his hands up the sheer stockings seeking out what he only imagined was a sweet center between those toned thighs made him shudder. His eyes rested on her full lips.
The icing on top of a deliciously edible cake.
There was no way he could hire her. She would be the death of him.
"I tried to get here earlier but traffic is as unpredictable as always."
She fumbled in her bag to pull out her resume and handed it to him. "But I'm sure you don't want to hear about that."
Michael's finger skimmed over hers as he accepted. A tiny smirk hinted at the corner of his mouth when he saw the very visible shiver go through her. He knew he shouldn't be thinking along those lines, but it was a small indulgence in a rather long day of boring interviews.
His eyes skimmed over the short resume. He could barely stop himself from rolling his eyes as there wasn't much of anything on it besides a few previous jobs and a bachelor's degree in early child development.
The words made his eyes move up to her breasts for a moment. Anyone, child or man would love to get their mouth on those.
He shook his head at the ridiculous thoughts.
He'd never been much for blondes, which is why his girlfriend was such an anomaly. A great anomaly as she was like no one he'd ever met before.
But still.
No, his kryptonite was red heads. No matter how faithful his body was, his thoughts always went to the dirtiest of places.
She wasn't qualified, at least not on paper, but he was curious about her.
"So, Ms.... Gray, you don't seem to have any of the qualifications required for this job. Though I'm sure you have other
ample
assets, I must ask, why should I hire you?"
"Well, Mr. Larimer..."
"Call me Michael."
Her smiled caused his attention to fall on her lips bringing forth an erotic image of them wrapped around his cock.
He did his best to adjust without being obvious.
"Okay... Um, Michael, I don't believe that everything can be taught in a classroom and everyone has to start somewhere in their career choice. I mean, I could be mistaken, but you yourself didn't start running your own company. Someone took a chance on you as well. I'm sure they taught you well."
He swallowed hard.
His resolve was waning. The sound of his name rolling off her lips had him nearly bursting out of his trousers.
His body was failing him, and his thoughts had been long gone. Even as he tried to remember what his girlfriend looked like with her blonde locks, he knew he was in deep trouble with this woman before him.
Michael watched as the young woman did her best not to fidget under his steely gaze.
He smirked wondering if she could tell the things he was thinking about her.
He sat nodding pretending to consider her words, but said nothing. He was overflowing with thoughts about what it would look like having her bent over his desk. His fingers digging into her sides as he slid in and out; slowly at first, then gaining speed and force; filling her to the hilt with his cum.
As the thoughts continued, he caught a glimpse of her licking her lips. The tip of her pink tongue sent all remaining blood rushing into his already hard shaft making for an almost painful erection. He might not have been 100% on hiring her, but having her as his own person sex slave... that was a job she looked like she could handle. His thoughts were so vivid that he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from saying them allowed.
"...I'm very dedicated to making sure all your requests are carried out in a timely manner. Morning, noon or night whenever you need me, I'll be there ready to give you whatever you need."
Michael covered up a nervous laugh with a pretend cough.
"That sounds well and all Ms. Gray, but I'm still not sure why I should take the chance on you."
He watched a few different emotions flit across her face, but neither of them broke eye contact.
Michael wondered what could be going through her mind as his was made up. He'd thrown all common sense and decorum out the window. At this point, his own thoughts were busy with the previous thought of undressing her and imagining her straddling him in those heels. He was brought back to reality when his eyes caught sight of her licking her lips again, this time more slowly. Michael let out an involuntary breath at the sight.
