I met Lucas Carter as my first year of law school was coming to an end. He was a local lawyer who came to talk to my class about internships, and I found myself immediately drawn to him. He was incredibly handsome--tall, deep voice, brown hair with a touch of gray, and strong hands that looked like they knew what to do with a woman. I had always been attracted to older guys so Lucas was perfect in his early forties.
After class was over, I decided to get some more information about the internship, so I could check him out up close. He was so easy to talk to and genuinely loved what he did, I didn't know he could be any more attractive, but listening to him talk with such passion made him all the sexier.
He was willing to answer all the mundane questions I was throwing at him (trying to stay close to him for as long as possible...) and encouraged me to apply for one the intern spots. Finally I ran out of questions and keeping him there was starting to look a little obvious (an desperate). I was definitely sad to see him go, but thought I would apply for the internship and hope to see a glimpse of him at the office.
I was pretty surprised when I got one of the internship spots, especially since the other two went to the top two guys in my class. I wasn't going to complain (and I was definitely grateful), but I couldn't believe my application beat out everyone else who had applied.
I showed up for my first day with butterflies in my stomach and an anticipation that seemed to be concentrated below my waist. The internship turned out to be much less glamorous than I had hoped and ended up being me and my two classmates holed up in a conference room organizing depositions.
I kept my eyes peeled for Lucas, so I could casually bump into him and strike up a conversation, but I never saw him. After a couple of weeks, I stopped expecting to see him and figured he was working on a case out of town. I slipped into a comfortable rhythm and was actually having fun goofing around with my classmates and gaining experience.
About a month or so into my internship, my supervisor Mrs. Bartlett (an older female secretary who looked harmless but ruled the office with an iron fist) pulled me out of the conference room and rushed me to the elevators.
"We have to hurry! The meeting is about to start and the secretary who was supposed to take the minutes went home sick and no one else was around. You'll have to do. Just sit down, shut up, and write down everything! When I say everything I mean it! Just sit in the corner, stay out the way, and you'll be fine. I have to get back downstairs, so just go into the second room to the right. I'm counting on you!"
The elevator beeped and I was nearly shoved out. Before I could get a grasp on everything she told me, my supervisor had already began to descend. I walked to the conference room totally freaked out and nervous I would somehow screw something up. I opened the door and saw my station in the corner of the room and a man at the front setting up his presentation.
I tried to enter the room as quietly as possible, but the door was much lighter than I anticipated and slammed shut behind me. I grimaced and paused knowing I had just broken at least one of the rules I was given. I looked up to see if by some miracle it wasn't as loud as I thought and to my surprise Lucas was the man at the front.
I'm sure my face turned about a million shades brighter red, but there was nothing I could do. I squeaked out a quick apology and went to my corner.
"I'm filling in for the other secretary. My name is Allie."
"Yes, Esther said she was sending someone up. Did she fill you in on your role?"
I nodded my head yes, not trusting myself to say anything coherent in the presence of such a man.
"Good. I don't need any distractions."
And with that he went back to preparing for his presentation as the rest of the participants started to arrive. I was slightly taken aback that he didn't remember me from my class, but I shook it off determined to be the best minute taker the office had ever seen.
The meeting was over before I knew it, and I was sad to leave the room not knowing when I would see Lucas again. I waited for the room to clear with the hopes that he would somehow remember me and start a conversation. With no such luck, I gathered my notes and went back downstairs.
After that first meeting, I was asked to take the minutes for meetings more and more often. I always hoped to see Lucas --either presenting or participating--at the meetings and was usually rewarded. My supervisor told me that a few of the partners were impressed with me and wanted to use me to assist on a big case.
To my surprise (and delight), Lucas was leading the team, which meant we would be seeing a lot more of each other. Most days lasted into the early evening, but Lucas and I were hardly ever in the room alone and he barely recognized my presence. One evening, I was making copies down the hall and hadn't realized I was the last one left.
I made my way back to the conference room we had been using as a hub to put my copies away before heading home. As I was leaving the room, I ran into someone and let out a little shriek. My heart jumped into my throat and my cheeks were burning as I looked up into the blue eyes of Lucas.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Carter! I thought I was the only one here."
"It's ok, Allie. Don't be sorry. I didn't know anyone was left either. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Just feeling silly for being scared. I'll just be on my way. Sorry again."
"You seem to apologize a lot. Has anyone ever told you that? You really have nothing to be sorry for."
"Sorry. Oh! I didn't it again, didn't I? I guess I'm just alway afraid of being in the way or messing something up."
"You shouldn't be! You're doing a great job, and I'm not the only who's noticed. Keep up the hard work and you could definitely have a future here."
I was shocked to hear that he had noticed me at all, let alone enough to complement my work. I thanked him and quickly left.
That night I found myself picturing us stuck in the office late at night, Lucas brushing the papers off conference table as he bent me over and fucked me from behind. I saw me kneeling in front of him as he sat at the head of the table, his beautiful cock in my mouth. I fantasized about him thrusting into me as I was pinned against the wall. My fingers worked tirelessly rubbing my pussy and circling my clit, but even as my orgasm rolled through me, I was still on edge.
The next day at work, I was having a hard time focusing if he was in the room and volunteered for any task that would take me somewhere else. Anytime I was in the room, I kept replaying my fantasies of fucking Lucas on any available surface.
Just like the night before, Lucas and I were the last ones in the office. When I returned to the conference room to pack up, Lucas was sitting in one of the chairs looking over some documents. He was so deep in thought, he didn't realize I was in the doorway checking him out.
He finally looked up at me after about a minute, and I tried to recover myself without looking ridiculous.
