I realize I haven’t spoken a word to her yet but words seem to have escaped me.
“Bella, a perfect name for a beautiful creature,” I say quietly before I can stop myself.
Mortified with myself for my lusty remark, I’m rewarded for my honesty with a genuinely shy smile, the likes of which I haven’t seen in my lifetime. I’ve dreamt of a smile like that, even read about it, but never actually seen one.
“Thank you, Mr. Pettifor,” she replies melodically, her tongue caressing my name as if no other name was meant to be spoken from her unspoiled mouth.
“Tell me more about yourself, Ms. Darcy,” I request, her name still lingering on my lips.
“What would you like to know?” she asks, looking worried.
“Anything. This resume divulges nothing.”
“I’m a fast learner,” she repeats for the third time.
“You’ve already told me that. What else?”
“Um, I’m from Montana.”
It’s painfully obvious that this woman has no interview skills whatsoever. Not that I give a shit. Her interview skills aren't the ones I'm particularly interested in. I'm keen on a whole other skill set that she might possess. I press my index finger to my lips and tilt my chair back and watch her as she readjusts herself in her seat. Once again, her aroma fills my nostrils, both arousing and irritating me.
“Please sit still, Ms. Darcy. You appear uneasy and nervousness is an unbecoming trait for an attractive specimen such as yourself,” I state evenly.
I’m unsure how she’ll react to my mild reprimand and criticism, but to my sheer delight, a look of revelation crosses her face. She obediently places her hands in her lap, sits up straighter and remains motionless.
“Yes, Sir,” she says, her lids heavy with desire and longing.
And there it is. That something I’ve been looking for - that submissive quality that I seek in all women. Or is that just wishful thinking on my part? I want her. My heart beats uncontrollably at the thought of having her. I scan her up and down. Her hardened nipples speak directly to my cock and right on cue, it immediately awakens and rises to the occasion. I wonder…
I stand and move in front of the desk, hoping my hard-on doesn’t frighten her away. She watches me as if mesmerized by my movements, her eyes never leaving mine. Taking her hand firmly, I pull her out of her chair, and without hesitation she follows me around to the back of my desk.
This is a bad idea – really bad. I could end up with a lawsuit against me for the things I’m thinking about doing to this woman. No – for the things I’m going to do to this woman.
“I’m hungry, Ms. Darcy,” I whisper as I lean down into her ear, wanting to taste the sweet nectar between her legs.
Inhaling her feminine scent, my animal instincts kick in. I reach around behind her and pull her close, waiting for either her rejection or acquiescence.
“I’m here to please you in whatever way you want, Mr. Pettifor,” she squeaks out, her body going limp in my arms.
Eager to please, indeed. Who is this woman? What the fuck is she doing to me? I pull away from her, confused by my emotions. I’m not a man who is easily denied and I want her – badly. Staring into her eyes, her mouth parts and her panting, mint-scented breaths flutter past my lips. Damn the consequences. I will have this woman. She will be mine. All mine.
“Lean back,” I command as I lift her onto my desk.
Hiking her skirt up slowly, her firm, smooth thighs and lace covered pussy are unveiled to me in spectacular fashion. She’s a vision of absolute fucking perfection. I slide her panties down as she spreads out on my desk, her legs opening up to me, her cunt wet and glistening with excitement. I ghost my nose up the inside of her thighs to the apex of her clean shaven pussy. She smells of soap, cheap perfume and arousal.
One long, slow lick into her silken folds later, my fate is sealed and there’s no turning back.
With my tongue buried deep in her sweet cunt, I mumble, “Yes, you’re definitely the girl for the job.”
I’ll regret my decision; I just know it. I’ve never done anything like this and for good reason. Getting involved with a stranger let alone someone I want to work for me has nightmare written all over it. I’ve avoided all forms of long-term commitment because of the complications and drama they inevitably present, but the way this woman’s body responds to me… no one has ever given them self to me so willingly. Looking up into her eyes, she’s watching me languorously – her tongue poking out to slick her dark pink lips.
I have to be inside of her. I need to fill her. Standing in between her legs, I reach into my back pocket and pull out my emergency protection. I pause when her eyes widen and for a moment I think she’ll reject the fucking I intend to give her. Instead, she does something so adorably subservient, my mind is instantly made up about her.