Something new. Something shiny. That's what he always went to, what he always wanted and what he made sure he got.
She was new in many ways - new to the company (his administrative assistant), new to the city (left Ohio for Chicago 3 weeks ago), and new to life (graduated community college 1 month ago). He was jaded by comparison, at least 15 years her senior, with a wealth of experience in getting what he wanted.
She wasn't shiny like the rest of the women he met in Chicago, polished and glossy. She was shiny in that she glowed with life - excited to be starting out in a new place, eager to do a good job. He liked that especially - eager.
Used to office politics and the cliché of men in power and their secretaries, he moved slowly, manipulating the scene until he had her in a perfect position. The way she had fumbled his coffee when his hand had brushed her thigh had him biting back a smile. They both apologized but neither forgot.
The way she'd accidentally (he almost laughed) opened the door to find his Wednesday lunch date straddling his lap (they hadn't gotten anywhere yet, but his admin had dropped her folders and backed out double time). His Wednesday hadn't realized his almost brutal intercourse that day had been with visions of the innocent admin in his mind. Regardless, his Wednesday had only been a little put out when he indicated it was their last meal. Later that day, the admin and he had both apologized but again, neither forgot.
The way she'd stumbled when he'd said her name from behind as she window shopped. He'd caught her arm and apologized and bought her a cup of coffee. He knew her routine; he knew where she lived, where she played, how she liked to daydream on Sunday afternoons in the window seat of her apartment.
He maneuvered and stalked his prey. He seduced and teased his prey. He went for the throat when he decided to pounce.
"Lucy, I need you to work a little late tomorrow," Steve said into the intercom on his desk. He leaned back in his chair, idly tapping his pencil on the blotter. It was time the delectable Lucy satisfied more than his business needs.
"No problem, Mr. Grant," she answered.
She was such a good girl, he bit back the chuckle. "Thank you," he replied, "I'm sorry for the short notice and the Friday evening. Maybe I could offer dinner afterwards?"
"It's not a problem," she said, "You don't have to worry. I'll heat something from the freezer when I get home."
"The ever-practical Lucy," he chuckled and switched off the line. He didn't say it, but she wouldn't be home until at least Saturday morning.
He'd never looked forward to a Friday so much, he thought, dropping into his chair with his morning coffee and the phone messages. He flipped through, returned the immediate needs and pinned the rest to his to-do sheet. He'd awakened with an erection that was still at half-mast despite the morning shower time. He'd adjusted his attire accordingly, wearing the longer suit jacket to hide the impressive bulge in his slacks.
His father had taught him many things - not the least of which were the ways to hide inappropriate behaviors. He couldn't count the times in high school and college where his behavior would have gotten him expelled had he been caught. Even now, he though back to the admin he'd had 2 years ago and their brief steamy encounter in the file room. He'd had her against the library ladder, his dick buried as deep as it could go, when Mr. Clancy Junior had walked in. They had had less than a minute to straighten up before he'd come around the end of the shelving and saw Sue Ellen on her knees putting a book away (her panties at her knees and blouse buttoned crooked unseen) and Steve on the ladder with another book (the thick wood rail hiding his straining erection). Mr. Clancy Junior had greeted them, picked up the book he wanted and left. Seconds later, Steve finished Sue Ellen dog-style, her cries muffled against the thick carpet.
"Good Morning, boss," Lucy breezed in with the mail, setting it on his desk and checking his mug to see if he needed a refill.
"My ray of sunshine," he teased, studying her. She wore a spring dress, light purple with pale, muted flowers. It had short cap sleeves that left her arms delightfully bare, a swirling skirt just past the knee and a fitted bodice that emphasized the firm fullness of her womanly curves. His mouth watered and his pants tightened.
It was a busy day, more so because he couldn't focus. He worked through lunch, ordering in, in the effort to clear up matters before six. When everyone left, he'd have time to relax - and enjoy Lucy. He made sure to have her in his office at 5:30, taking dictation, so that most people wouldn't realize she was staying late. He'd made it a common practice for himself - although it was rarely to work. He had various "help" come by in the evenings, most recently a string of Thursdays with a redhead with a lush mouth and flexible throat.
Just before six, Steve crossed to the door and shut it against the evening noise. Lucy didn't even look up from her notepad. He moved to stand behind her, seeing her glance at him and the pencil hesitate. Finishing the memo, he waited for her pencil to stop, then settled his hands on her shoulders.
"Have you ever considered how lonely it is at the top?" he asked casually. He felt her tremble under his hands and tried to contain his desire to savage.
"Not really, Mr. Grant," Lucy answered, wondering what he was talking about. His hands were big and warm, her skin heating at his touch. She wished he wouldn't touch her, since her body seemed to react so strongly, so inappropriately. He was her boss after all, not a potential date.
"Come now, Lucy," he chided, his hands gently kneading, "You come in to a high-power job every day and go home to an empty apartment. I come in to a high-power job every day and go home to an empty apartment." He felt her relax a little as his hands continued to massage.
"My job is hardly as high-powered as yours, Mr. Grant," she murmured. His hands felt good, strong. She let her eyes drift closed and her imagination filled with images of those hands touching her in other places. She'd dreamed about his hands since the first time he'd accidentally touched her.
"Sure it is, Lucy," he said softly, leaning down close to her ear, "You're the woman behind the power. You keep me organized and on time." She laughed a bit breathlessly and he took the next step. "Do you know how it sounds when you say my name? I get hard listening to your voice..."
She jerked in surprise, turning to look at him. He smiled at her. "Mr. Grant?" she gasped.
"Even better," he grinned. She pulled away, standing, turning to face him, her eyes wide and shocked.
"Mr. Grant, you can't say...think of such...ohhh." He'd caught her hand and yanked her against him faster than she could think. His body was lean and hard, his grip strong, his arms warm as he held her. Then he kissed her. Deep and hungry, as if he had the right, as if they knew each other well, as if they were going to be intimate. She managed to pull away, but not before her whole body was heated and trembling.
"Mr. Grant. Please, don't," she started, pressing her hand to his lips before he could kiss her again. He was her boss. It was up to her to stay aloof, to keep a professional distance...despite how much she want another kiss like that.
