His Dirty Secret(15)

He was sat behind his desk as though nothing out of the ordinary had taken place on top of it just a few short minutes earlier. He looked up as Isobel re-entered the office and smiled almost innocently at her. Yeah, right. I know just how innocent you’re not, she thought to herself.



“So, Isobel, I’ll see you at eight in the morning? I believe that the personnel office has all of your relevant details and your contract will be made up accordingly with hours of work and pay grade, etc. for you to sign.”



Isobel just stood there looking at him with her mouth slightly open. She officially had the job? Seriously? Her mouth snapped closed as she came to her senses. “Um, thank you, Tyler. I, um, I guess I’ll see you in the morning then.”



“Bright and early,” he replied with a twinkle in his eyes. “Come straight to my office, please. I’ll give you your orders for the day.” His head went back down to look at whatever he was reading on his desk and Isobel felt suitably dismissed, walking on shaking legs out of his office and closing the door softly before resting her back against it and taking a deep, calming breath.





Isobel walked back to her workstation on legs that threatened to give out on her, and collected her coat and bag before making her way to the elevator and out of the building. In her car on the way home she went over the day’s events in her mind. Who would have thought that last night she was serving alcohol to belligerent customers for just over minimum wage, and today she’d started a job for one of the biggest companies in the state and was going to have an actual salary.



And that wasn’t to mention the fact that she’d had rampant sex with her gorgeously handsome, yet enigmatic new boss on top of his desk, while other members of staff were just a few feet away.



The short trip home passed by in a blur, and when she pulled into the driveway, Isobel had no real recollection of actually driving home. She entered her house, threw her purse on the kitchen counter and went straight to the fridge to get the bottle of crisp white wine out that she’d been saving for a special occasion. She wasn’t really sure if this could be classed as that, but it was close enough for her, and she really needed the alcohol to calm herself down some.



She carried her glass through to her bedroom and stripped off her clothes. A shower was definitely in order, although she had to admit to liking the smell of Tyler on her skin; it was tantalizing and erotic, and she couldn’t help but sniff appreciatively as she walked into the bathroom.



She turned the shower on, stepping under the warm spray of water with a grateful sigh. Soaping herself up, she ran her hands over breasts that were still sensitive and a pussy that was still achingly swollen from the day’s activities. Tyler had definitely satisfied her, but her greedy body wanted more of him. Much, much more.



She rinsed the bubbles from her hair and body, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Wrapping her hair in a towel and putting on her favorite bright pink fluffy robe, she picked up her glass and went into the living room to give her friend a call.



“Melanie, you’ll never believe the day I’ve had!”





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Chapter Four



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When the alarm went off the following morning, Isobel swatted at it grumpily, hitting the snooze button before rolling over and closing her eyes again. She was just nodding back off when she remembered that she had to go to work. More importantly, she had to go to work and see Tyler again. She threw back the covers, wiped the sleep from her eyes and stretched her arms high above her head. Man, she was aching. It must be from all that desk-top fun yesterday, she thought with a smile.



She took a quick shower and applied her make-up carefully, making sure to use just enough to accentuate her eyes. Her hair was put up into a French braid, not even bothering to dry it so that it stayed in place properly. Black lingerie with black pull-up thigh high stockings, and then a form-fitting black dress with a hemline that ended just above her knees and a v-shaped neckline that was low, but not too low, and she was ready to go.



She drove to work, parking in the underground staff parking lot and made her way up to the top floor to her office. She smiled as she walked, unaware of the lustful glances of the men she past, or the envious ones of most of the women. Isobel was beautiful, but she wasn’t conceited so she never really took any notice of other people’s reactions to her looks.



She took her coat off and placed it over the back of her chair, smoothed her dress down and then went to knock on Tyler’s door. His deep “Come in,” sent tingles straight to her nether regions, and she turned the handle and opened the door, walking into his office on legs that weren’t quite steady.