[From the boss's point of view. Thank you to all who have commented, and given your feedback. For those who think there is truth to these stories, you'll have to keep wondering! I'll never tell. ♥]
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When I got the call that my administrative assistant was transferring to another facility, I made sure to put the word out to the right people, that the position was open. I knew who would apply for it, and who I wanted to apply for it. Of course, even though my ethics were a little on the skewed side, I knew she would do it.
Lisa. My associate delivery associate, you know, the one who I'd built a very strong, emotional and sexual connection with. The one who I had spent two days with in Las Vegas, in her arms whenever I could. While we knew our relationship would need to end, we weren't in any real hurry. We hadn't met up since then, but a couple of hot phone sex conversations, and sexy Snapchat helped keep that spark going. Was it wrong? Yes. But did I care, not anymore. I was happy, and she made it so.
My work phone rang, and I picked up, not really paying attention to who it was.
"Oh, good morning Rayanne," I said quietly, the district's HR liaison was calling with her Monday updates. Going over staffing, she finally mentioned three interviews scheduled in the afternoon for the admin assistant position.
"You have two external interviews and one internal. Let me know who you pick, so they can transition over." she was blunt, and to the point. The call ended, and my Outlook calendar began to populate with the interview times. The second one was her. I knew it would be, and let's face it. We already knew she was going to get the promotion. I was biased, plus the thought of being able to enter and exit her office, whenever I felt like it, and being her direct report? It was a turn-on. She was going to see a whole side of me that she didn't get to see, the manager's side of me.
With interview one complete, I had an hour before the next one. I almost wanted to rub one out so I wasn't tempted to fuck her on my desk during the interview. But I needed to follow protocol, and I would, mostly. The hour came and went, and when I opened my office door, I could see her to the left, conversing with one of her colleagues, who she had a wonderful friendship with.
"You ready?" I said with a half grin, the other associate smiled and hugged her before disappearing into the other office, glancing to me before walking off. I knew the look. 'You better hire her'. Well of course I was going to, but not before making her try for it. Extending my arm for her to enter my office, I closed the door, urging her to sit while I took my seat across from her.
I could see the pink hue in her cheeks, and I couldn't help the grin that formed. The silence between us was deafening, and a turn-on. Thankfully from where I sat, she couldn't see the raging hard-on I had, or this interview might have started off much differently.
"Are you nervous?" I asked, writing a few little notes on the side of the interview notes, looking up to see her watching me, crossing one leg over the other. This job didn't require dressing up, but she wore a dress, and I had a feeling it was on purpose.
"A little, but I'm also confident in myself, so I'm sure it'll pass soon enough." her smile was beautiful, her confidence did radiate from her, and it was one of the many things I admired about her.
"Well, no need to be nervous, I'm going to ask you a series of five questions, and while you talk, I'll be taking notes. Let's start with this one: Talk about a time in your career, that you have gone above and beyond for an associate or customer, and what was the final outcome." I looked up, watching her take in a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing. She spoke about her position with our company, about how she made moves to make sure customers received their orders, even when mishaps occurred.
She answered the other questions flawlessly, just like I knew she would. I knew she was qualified for this position, and she was going to get it, even if I did have to vet the other people.
Closing the folder in front of me, I smoothed my hand over it, pushing it to the side. I looked up as she tucked a lock of her long locks behind her ear, a thoughtful smile on her full lips.
"This is the first time we've been alone together since.. " her voice trailed off as she pulled her lower lip between her teeth, shifting a little in her seat. She was right, we'd seen each other in passing, but it had been two weeks since we had been alone together.
"C'mere," I murmured, rolling back in my office chair just enough to put some space between myself and the desk. Her smile lit up my world as she stood in front of me, her velvety hands framing my face before bending down to kiss me. Fuck, she was like a life force, breathing in color and energy into my soul. I loved this woman, and it wasn't just sexual. She understood me, and she had my back no matter that. I didn't know how much I needed her, now it was so very evident.
Her fingers gently ran through my hair as my hands found her bare calves, sliding up a little more to the back of her thigh. Those deliciously thick thighs parted just enough when she shifted, my hand gently massaging along her inner thigh, then higher. Her soft whimper against my mouth let me know she wanted this, and it was clear when I felt her soft folds against my fingers. No panties, on purpose. Suddenly I was starving for her.
"Sit back on the desk," I whispered, looking at the clock, knowing I had another interview in 45 minutes, just enough time to get reacquainted with her. She did just as I asked, propping her high heeled foot on the filing cabinet, spreading herself all to my view.
"I've missed you," she said softly, her fingertips gently slipping between her wet slit, rubbing her clit in slow circles. Her eyes held my gaze, until I glanced down to watch her fingertips, my tongue darting out to wet my lips. She let out a soft gasp when she felt my index and ring finger slowly sink in, her juices soaking me already.
