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“Solomon!” I said through his kisses. “What are you…?”

“Quiet, whore,” he said. “That’s what you’re going to be if you don’t want me to expose you as a thief and have you fired on the spot. Just stay quiet and enjoy this, or I will completely ruin any chance you have at working for Landseer Enterprises in the future. Not just that, but I have contacts in many places. Please don’t make me do that to you.”

He continued unbuttoning my shirt while I tried to slap his hands away. Forceful and with no regard for me or my thoughts, he grabbed my hands in one arm and thrust them over my head, pinning them to the wall behind his office couch. With his free hand, he yanked open my blouse and admired my bra-covered breasts.

“Nice,” he said. “I wish you were more cooperative. I’d like to take off the rest of your clothes, but I’m afraid you’re just going to do or say something unnecessary.”

“Please,” I said. “You can’t do…”

Before I could say more, he spread my legs open and jammed his hand between my thighs. I sputtered and coughed, surprised at the suddenness of it. Without a care in the world, Solomon pulled aside my panties and palmed my bare, hot sex.

“Mmm,” he said. “You’re so warm. Not wet, yet, but I’ll fix that. You’ll get into the mood very fast.”

He moved his hand and I tried to scream, but before I could he shoved me onto the couch. Disoriented, I blinked away my surprise and tried to recompose myself. Before I could, he heaved himself on top of me and pinned me to the couch, covering my mouth with his hand.

“Don’t scream,” he said. “Just accept this. You know you want it. I felt your heat and your passion. You’re struggling, but that’s all a part of the game, isn’t it?”

I only saw his eyes, his face, up close and blocking my view of everything else. What I heard frightened me, though. A zipper, his, coming undone. He ostensibly fumbled with his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling out his cock. He pulled my thighs apart, ready to drive himself into me, and…

“Ahem!” someone said from the doorway.

Solomon panicked and jumped to his feet, up and away from me, off of me. He stood at attention and looked to the figure standing in his office doorway, calmly replacing his shaft inside his pants and zipping them up.

Asher Landseer. It was Asher. I blinked away tears, ashamed at myself, and hurried to button up my blouse. Asher stared at me, frowning, looking so very disappointed.

“I see you’ve found my assistant,” Asher said. “Thank you, Solomon. I wasn’t sure where she’d gone off to.”

“Your assistant?” Solomon asked, brow furrowed. “She said she was helping Joel Newgood.”

“She must have been confused. I told her to go to Joel’s office.”

“For what?” Solomon asked, suspicious.

“The weekly reports? What else would she go there for?”

Solomon cursed under his breath and stomped his foot on the carpet. “This isn’t what it looks like, Asher. I thought she was off the clock. She was coming on to me rather strong.”

“She does that,” Asher said. “She doesn’t mean to, though. We’re working on it. Right, Jessika?”

I staggered to my feet and nodded, nearly in tears. “Yes, I’m sorry. I was mistaken. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to do it.”

Solomon brushed it off, scoffing. “I don’t care, really. Just tell her to keep her hormones in check next time.”#p#分页标题#e#

Asher nodded. “Of course. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

With that, as I stumbled towards the door, towards Asher, he grabbed me. Asher pulled me out of Solomon’s office, glaring and gritting his teeth. We left without closing the door, and a moment later I heard it slam shut. Looking down the hallway while Asher dragged me along, I saw Solomon walking the other way, away from us.

“My fucking God,” Asher said, barely above a whisper. “You. Are. Seriously… My fucking God!”

“I’m so sorry,” I said, sobbing. Tears streamed down my face. “I’m so sorry, Asher. I’m so sorry.”

I lost track of my sense of self. It felt like we walked through Landseer Tower forever. This is where I started, and this is where I would always be. There was no more or no less than this, ever.

Halfway through walking, turning over his shoulder to see if anyone could see us, Asher paused. I cried harder, unsure what else to do. Asher ignored it, ignored me, and picked me up. Cradling me in his arms like some child, he carried me the rest of the way to his office.