Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Dress code: Secretary
I narrow my eyes. Of all the nerve.
Is his fucking girlfriend busy?
I type back.
From: Bree
To: Julian
Bree wishes to inform you that she is busy washing her hair and will not be attending the secretarial conference.
Yours Sincerely,
Bree
I smirk and hit send. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
A reply bounces back immediately.
From: Julian
To: Bree
What?
A prompt reply is required.
Julian.
I narrow my eyes. Conceited prick.
I type.
From: Bree
To: Julian
I am not interested in a rematch. Find another candidate.
Yours Sincerely,
Bree.
My phone instantly rings, the name Mr. Masters lighting up the screen.
Shit.
“Hello,” I answer.
“What do you mean you’re not interested?”
“It means what it means. I’m not interested.”
“You enjoyed yourself the other night. I know you did.”
“Not as much as you, it seems.”
He stays silent, and I smirk as I imagine his angry face.
“Don’t play games with me.” He growls.
“I’m not.”
“Is this about Bernadette?”
“Are you deaf, dumb, or just plain stupid?” I snap. “Of course this is about Bernadette.”
“I broke up with her last night.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s not you.”
I bite my bottom lip as I listen.
“Meet with me today, give me another chance. I won’t be so hard on you, I promise.”
I give him the chance to talk me into it. “Why should I?”
“Because you’re all I’ve fucking thought about since Friday night and I’m slipping into a lust-induced stupor here.”
I smile. “On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want to see me?”
“Are you coming or not?” he snaps, unwilling to play my games.
“Yes, Julian, I will come.” “Good.” He sighs, relieved. “I’ll… I’ll see you then.”
I hang up and smile. Well, well, well. I do believe I just gained the upper hand.
I sit and stare out the window. I wonder… what the hell does a secretary wear?
Chapter Eleven
I stand outside the door marked number 612. My heart is hammering wildly in my chest. I'm wearing a black skirt, a white business shirt, and one of his ties wrapped around my neck. My hair is up in a bun, and I'm even wearing tortoiseshell glasses to complete my secretarial look.
Underneath, though, I’m wearing my white suspender belt and lacy underwear, with black sheer stockings hugging my legs. I guess I’m a slutty secretary—the kind you have long lunches with. I did end up charging this outfit to his credit card. I felt guilty at first, but screw it, he did say that’s what it was for.
What are you doing here, Brielle? I ask myself.
I didn’t like the way I felt the other night when I got home, but the masochist in me wants to see him again, and I know this is the only way it’s going to happen. I’ve been thinking about him constantly. I hate that every time he’s in the room with me I can feel his body talking to mine. I’m in a constant state of arousal, and I feel like I was a little boring the other night. I was so overwhelmed with his power, I became a shrinking violet.
I want to blow his mind tonight. I want to leave him begging for more, and then some.
And I’ll do what any slutty secretary would do: I’ll fuck him out of my system once and for all.
This is it. It’s the last time. One for the road.
Just fuck him, blow his fucking mind, and then leave. No strings, no feelings, and no bullshit. I can do this.
I want to really play the part, but I can’t imagine myself saying any of the filthy shit I’ve been thinking of saying. This man makes me feel so naughty.
I knock on the door and exhale heavily as my heart races faster.
The door opens in a rush and there he stands. All 6ft 3inches of gorgeous man. He smiles sexily when he sees me in my outfit, and I swallow the lump in my throat.
“Hello, Mr. Masters. I believe you wanted to see me, sir.”
He smirks. “I did. Please, come in.”
I roll my lips to hide my smile and walk past him into the room. He closes the door behind me.
I turn to him as I continue in my role. “Please don’t fire me, sir. I promise I won’t do it again.”
He lifts his chin, his eyes alight with mischief. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t. Disobedient secretaries need to be punished.”
“Please, no,” I beg. “I’ll do anything to keep my job.”
He licks his lips as his hungry eyes drop to my breasts. “Define anything.”
I move closer to him. “There must be something I can do for you, sir,” I whisper in his ear.
“I’m not that kind of man,” he says calmly.
I lean forward and grab his hard dick in my hand, pushing him back against the wall. “But I’m that kind of woman.” I drop to my knees and undo his belt,
sliding his pants down swiftly. That beautiful, big cock springs free, and I take it into my mouth.