Bullied by the Boss(4)

He paused, and she tensed up as he kept on staring at her. "Yeah, I want  to ask you a question, and I want you to be honest with me."

"Okay."

"Did you want to work for me?"         

     



 

Nora stared at her boss, and she saw he was being serious. Rex never joked about anything, especially not with her.

"No, I didn't. I was happy where I was. I just got put with you after  the last woman threatened to sue you, and for quite a steep price. She  had evidence as well. Really explicit evidence. Before I knew what had  happened, I came into work, and Frank told me I was now your PA, and I  had to keep you in line." She licked her dry lips. "I've not been  comfortable in this position for a long time." She stood up, and took a  deep breath. There was no point in lying. She went to move past him, but  Rex reached out and caught her arm. "What's the matter?" she asked.

Rex looked at where he was touching her, and then up at her face. She  didn't know what he saw, but he pulled away. "I'm sorry. I just, thank  you for coming in today."

"It's fine." She wanted to get her work done so that she could think  about her future. Rex always made her nervous. He didn't release her for  several seconds, and he even started to stroke her flesh with his  thumb. "I've got to go."

"Right, right."

He let her go, and Nora was more than happy to rush back to her space.

Should she leave or should she stay? Frank was amazing. He was like a  father to her, and she didn't want to let him down. He didn't have to  hire her, and yet he had done so. Dropping her head into her hands, she  sighed. She had to get to work now and think about everything else when  she finally got home.



Rex stood in his doorway, watching as Nora dropped her head into her  hands looking so tired. He had never seen her like that before,  vulnerable. Every time he was angry, or he had said something awful, she  took it, and never fought back, not once. He had to wonder if she even  listened to him. Now he knew without a doubt that she did.

Stepping away from the door, he made his way toward his desk, and took a  seat. This was the first time he had ever felt guilt. He had thought  Nora wanted to work with him. Most women did, but finding out that she  felt stuck with him, it was kind of a surprise. Frank had just given him  a good assistant who he thought wouldn't come back to complain about  sexual harassment.

Turning to his computer, he fired up the employment records. He was  really nice to Arleen in the PR, and she had given him the password.  Whenever the password changed, she would come and alert him. He just  loved being on the top of his game, and the only way to do that, was to  know everything.

Bringing up Nora's work record, he began to read. There was nothing  special about this at all. He had to wonder what the deal was about her.  She didn't study at law school, and yet she was the most adept  assistant to ever grace the office. Frank adored her as did Lidia,  Frank's wife. None of his other assistants could handle the workload,  and often went to her.

She was well known for baking anything, from cookies to cake, and had  even done several people in the office a birthday cake. She was just  nice. He didn't do nice. No one was nice unless they were getting  something.

Frank wasn't screwing her. Rex would have known. No one was screwing her, and she was just nice.

Closing her file, he said another thank you to Arleen. Leaning back in  his chair, he pressed his hands together, and tried to think about the  woman sat at his desk. In all the months that she had been there, he'd  never once thought about what she wanted, only what he wanted.

The assistants he had hired had never been qualified to be his  assistant. They were dumb, but had made it clear they would make his  life easier any way he needed. He liked to fuck, and while they came to  him, he didn't have any work to do, not at all. Why should he? Most of  them get down on their knees, grabbed his cock, and were more than ready  to go.

Running a hand down his face, he tried to clear the fog latching onto  his brain, and instead focus on the file right in front of him. Frank  needed him to win this divorce, or at least Frank's friend needed him  to. Another woman bleeding a man dry. This was why he didn't marry any  of the women he'd had the pleasure of fucking.

The blinds in his office were pulled up, and he watched as Nora walked  across the room. She smiled at several people, and they did the same  back to her. He'd never known anyone to be as welcomed in the office as  she was. Even with her constant need for baking. He would never forget  the number of times he'd seen several boxes of cupcakes waiting to be  taken.

There were times he would get sick of listening to people moan as they  ate them. It was just a damn cupcake. What she produced couldn't be the  same as what professional bakers did. He preferred it when she made a  special trip to his favorite bakery to get his sweet treat. Just  recalling the pastry or the cupcake that she got for him made his mouth  water. So chocolatey and delicious.         

     



 

She moved toward the filing cabinets. For the case that she was helping  him with, many of the old court documents were secured in filing  cabinets for assistants like her to go and cross-reference. It helped  the case when you can bring another reference or at least brush up on  old cases that went in favor of the guy he was defending.

He couldn't take his eyes away from her. She was always so focused. He  watched as one leg crossed behind her, drawing attention to her knee  length skirt. So conservative compared to many of the women he hired.  Most of them had their shirts unbuttoned to their cleavage, and wanted  nothing more than attention. Watching Nora, she didn't draw attention to  her, and in doing so, it seemed to draw the eye anyway.

The first day he had seen her at the office, he had watched her for  several minutes. He had an old case file in his hands, and she had been  delivering mail. He couldn't remember exactly what she did, but it  wasn't all that important. Never had a woman made him stop. Her hair had  been pulled back with some in a band, and some falling around her  shoulders. She had looked plain, and yet she hadn't.

Her smile was what drew the eye as much as anything else. There was no  way anyone could hide that twinkle, or the way she seemed to care about  everyone even if people didn't give a shit about her.

That foot that was crossed around the back of her leg started to tap on  the floor. She did that a lot when she was thinking. A tilt to the side,  and then she dropped something. Without delay, she bent forward, and  Rex had to grip the wall as he admired her rounded ass. It was plump,  and damn if it didn't beg for him to touch. His cock started to thicken,  and for a second all he wanted to do was drag her back into his office,  bend her over the table, and fuck her so damn hard.

No!

She was Nora fucking Covington.

She wasn't a woman he liked to fuck.

She was chubby, and he had to put up with her.

There was no way in hell he would ever want a soft, curvy woman, whose smile reminded him of an angel.

Anger consumed him as he watched Carl move toward her. The smile seemed  to be a little brighter, and she closed the file in her hand, her body  turning toward him. No, there was no way in hell that she was more  interested in Carl. He wouldn't have that.

Moving toward the door, he barked out an order. "Nora, I don't pay you  to gossip. I need that file, and I need it now. Move it along."

Carl turned toward him, eyebrow raised. Rex didn't give a shit. Nora was  his, and there was no way someone else was going to sweet talk her  away.

Going to his desk, he quickly brought up a copy of Richmond's prenup and waited.

Seconds passed, and she came into his office.

"I want a coffee as well," he said as she placed the file she'd been reading onto his desk.

She didn't say anything, simply leaving his office to go to the coffee  room. Again, she reappeared, and placed the coffee down on his desk.

When she made a move toward the door, he couldn't stop a growl.

"Did I say you could leave?" he asked.

Nora paused, and he watched as she took her time to turn toward him.  "What would you like me to do?" Her hands were clasped together at the  front of her body, and today it only seemed to draw his eye to her tits.  They were pressed together, and he wanted her naked so bad. He wanted  her open and ready to take his cock.

His dick began to harden as he watched her.

"I don't pay you to stand around and chat."

"You don't pay me at all. The office does, and I was still doing my  work." She pointed at the file on his desk. "This has a similar case to  Richmond's. Same prenup deal and such."

"Carl is a loser. Don't even for a second think you can win him over. It's not really winning."

She laughed. "Seriously, you think every man and woman who talk want to have something more than a chat?"

She didn't see the way that Carl was looking at her.