Author's Foreward: This was written to be just a straight-up office fantasy involving two adults that have affection and respect for each other. Kynhalis gets my thanks again for her editing efforts here -- she always makes my work better. I'm not claiming this story to be art by any means, but what you read here is certainly better now as a result of her help. As usual, I would love to read your comments if you're willing to share.
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I sat at my desk and fumed. Behind me, I had an amazing view of the entire city -- floor to ceiling glass forty-seven stories above the ground -- and enough to impress almost anyone to silence. Anyone but me.
"Angelica!" I bellowed at the closed door.
Within ten seconds, my assistant entered the room, closed the door, and quickly walked to the front of my desk. With her strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a tight bun, dark framed glasses on, and iPad and pen in hand, she looked more like a reporter on the beat than an executive assistant. Her white form fitting business suit showed off the tall, lithe body that landed her the job with my predecessor two years prior. She was in her early thirties but handled things like she had twice her experience. I was lucky I had an assistant so competent, but being around someone that looked like that all day every day was not easy. Staring at her face when I wanted to look down her blouse as I stood over her desk with a quick request took restraint. A lot of restraint.
And restraint wasn't something I was about to manage well at the moment...
I slammed my fist down on the table in frustration. "What the fuck happened around here today?"
"Sir? I know the issues with the Henderson account, and I have everyone on hold until tomorrow morning's meeting as we discussed. Mr. Stevens is still uncertain who approved the release, but his admin assured me that all will be clear by the meeting." She paused, "Your early morning call with Hong Kong. You didn't say anything, but I take it that it didn't go well?"
I tore into her, "No, of course not. And another call you might not know about yet is that NEXTCare Manufacturing advised they're not going to be able to ramp up any time soon, so
their
marketing campaign is likely scrapped. You know about the legal shitstorm that you had to clear my entire afternoon for me to deal with? It looks like I'm going to be deposed for sure. And! Even though I was clearly already full up of shit for the whole week, you let Sienna come in when I was ready to leave for the day so she can tell me she's leaving to join our competitors next door! Congratulations, Ms. Fitzsimmons, you have assisted me to the shittiest day since I took this chair."
She looked very calm. She always looked calm. The more off center I became, the more collected she seemed to be. My rants were infrequent, but when they happened, they were pointed right at her. Never particularly fairly so, but pointed at her nonetheless. She never flinched. I always wondered if it was because she was that confident or if she just pretended to be.
"I'm deeply sorry, sir. You are correct that I should have checked Ms. Helms' issue before I allowed her in. I won't let it happen again."
I caved at that point. I had no doubt that Ms. Fitzsimmons knew exactly what Sienna had wanted to discuss and had likely been pestering to get in to see me about for days now. In a moment of clarity, I could see Angelica assessed (correctly) that not letting her in would have had worse consequences. An amicable split was better than acrimonious one.
I slumped forward in my chair and put my forehead on the edge of my desk. I wanted to go home but didn't really have the energy to do so any longer. I spoke to the floor but loud enough to be heard, "My apologies, Ms. Fitzsimmons. I'm more frustrated at what seem to be my own faults than anything else. These are all consequences of my decisions. You did the right thing letting her in and handling everything else I needed today. Hard to imagine what shape I'd be in without you. Feel free to head home and I will lock up."
Out of the corner of my vision, I noticed her white heels as she walked around the desk and stood beside my chair. I heard her place the iPad near my ear and then felt her hand on the back of my head, petting me slowly and soothingly.
I sighed. The physical attention was welcome. I had started this off wanting to kick the everlasting shit out of someone but ended up realizing the one needing the crap kicked out of was me. It was a sobering thought realizing that I was the problem. Nothing I was doing here -- nothing in the last fourteen months -- was worth a damn.
Angelica seemed to be reading my thoughts. "Mr. Davis, I can only imagine what you're going through. I know today was bad, but don't let it get you down or make you second guess what you're doing. You are making a difference and a lot of people here really believe in you, what you've done, and what you're doing, even if they don't say it to your face."
Her hands shifted to my shoulders and neck and kneaded my muscles firmly. "Jesus, I need to get you to a massage therapist, sir. How are you still functioning with all this tension in your neck? Why didn't you tell me..?"
I sat up and patted her hands dismissively with my own, "It's OK, Angelica. I'm fine. You can worry about it tomorrow." I didn't need a mother right now.
She bore down on my shoulder muscles and the pain was delicious. I groaned. She was directly behind me now and pushing down with incredible force. More than once, I could feel the front of her suit brush the back of my head. I kept willing her to use her breasts to massage me as well but realized that wasn't really going to help release any tension. Not that my cock took heed. The seed had already been planted in my head and my cock started to enlarge at the thought. I could feel my pants get tight, and when I glanced down, it wasn't difficult for anyone to see what was happening. I leaned forward and put my head back on the desk again. I had hoped she hadn't noticed.
She had.
"When was the last time you got laid? Sir." The last part was added after a brief pause. I took it as the condescension of one of the beautiful people that never has to worry about seducing a member of the opposite sex. That just really pissed me off. My erection disappeared almost immediately.
In nearly one fell swoop, I sat up, removed her hands from my back, swiveled my chair toward her, and said, "Thank you Ms. Fitzsimmons. That will be all."
She took a step backwards toward the window, set her hips, and crossed her arms. This amplified her cleavage, but that last remark and the way she said it armored me against what should have been a rather impressive sight.
"When?" she said more firmly. Then, she said softly, "I have stayed away from your personal life, but if that's the problem and I need to get you a girl, I will."
She didn't say, "sir," or call me, "Mr. Davis."
I sighed. "It's been a long time. And, yes, I'm sure that's part of it. But I don't want 'a girl.'" I thought about it before continuing. "I couldn't just fuck a stranger. Could you?"
She came and sat on the edge of the desk next to me. "I could. I have. In another life. But I understand exactly what you mean, I think. A connection that's more than just physical is what is important."
I nodded.
"What about me?" she asked.
I was absolutely dumbfounded at the question. "What
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