“I looked at your file and you did good work,” Jeremiah continued as I stared, numb, at the top of his desk. “We would give have an excellent recommendation for any future job inquiries.”
At a loss for words, unable to think what to say, I looked up and stared at the CEO. “Why did you tell me this?” I mumbled. “Why bring me up here?”
“Because I have another offer for you, a job if you’re interested. I’m in need of a personal assistant.”
I blinked several times, taken by surprise by the offer. I peered into his face but it was like granite; I couldn’t tell at all what he was thinking. Suspicion curled in my belly as I asked, “What kind of personal assistance?”
“Anything I want.”
I took a deep breath at the words, my mind taking me to all sorts of places within that phrase. He couldn’t mean, surely he’s not implying what I think. But something in his eyes, despite the relaxed business demeanor, implied it was exactly what I was imagining. His gaze promised all sorts of wicked things – or maybe it was my mind trying to make my fantasies a reality. I needed to be sure. “About yesterday, when we, um…”
Jeremiah leaned forward and rested a strong chin on his fingers. “Yes,” he said simply, the one word answering all my questions.
I tried to get indignant at the proposition, tried to find some way to protest and maintain some shred of dignity, but I was too practical. Right now I desperately needed a job and here was an offer, and I couldn’t afford to let it pass not knowing when I might get another. That didn’t mean, however, that I was just going to say yes. “What are you offering?” I demanded, raising my chin and hoping he didn’t see the flush that suffused my body. I can’t believe I’m actually considering this!
A slow smile tipped one corner of his mouth. “Full benefits, a raise in pay, and all travel expenses paid.” He wrote something on a small post-it note and passed it over to me. “This should be sufficient for a starting salary.”
The sum on the note made me faint – I could have my student loans paid off in only a few months, and have more than enough money to go back to college within a year. My jaw wouldn’t work as I fumbled for words, unable to think of what to say. It’s an opportunity, part of me insisted while another part, the one that usually sounded like my parents, screamed at me to RUN! I sat in silence a moment, pondering my options, then drew in a shaky breath. “I want this in writing.”
Something told me that hadn’t been the answer he was expecting; he cocked his head sideways and his eyes crinkled, the only sign I saw of humor. That gorgeous face remained otherwise stoic as he nodded. “Very well,” he said, “but first I need to interview you further for this position.” He leaned forward and set his chin on steepled fingers. “Stand up, bend down and put your elbows on the desk.”
4
I froze, the earlier phrase anything I want echoing through my head. After a tense moment where I warred with myself and lost, I rose to my feet and moved toward the desk, bending down to place my elbows along the edge of the dark wood. Nervous, I watched Jeremiah as he stood and came around the desk. “Stay like this until I tell you to move again. How many words can you type a minute?”
The question surprised me, but I’d been drilling myself lately on questions for job hunting and knew the answer. “Eighty.”
“What are your strengths and weaknesses?”
He disappeared behind me, breaking my concentration. I could turn my head to see him but kept my gaze on the desk as I answered the commonplace interview question. “Attention to detail, and dedication to get a job done no matter what.”
A chuckle came from behind me at the obviously rehearsed answer. “Where do you see yourself in five years?”
I started to reply but was startled into silence as a hand slid up my thigh, sneaking beneath my skirt and over my ass before pulling away. I swallowed, my breath ragged, but still managed to respond. “Finishing law school preferably, or in a job I love.”
That got me a “Hm” but silence otherwise. My pulse increased and I closed my eyes, trying to keep myself under control. It was just like on the elevator – one touch and I was lost, my body craving his contact.
“What would you consider your dream job?”
Fingers slid between my thighs, running along the thin cotton of my panties, and a moan escaped my mouth. My hips pressed down seeking more contact but again the hand disappeared and I bit back a groan. The respite allowed me to gather my thoughts to answer, although it was difficult. “Some place where I mattered and helped people.”
“Good answer,” he murmured, then the hand was back pressing at the soft flesh between my legs, turning me into a writhing mess. My palms pressed down on the desk, nails digging into the cool wood as I felt a rush of heat in my belly. A hand smoothed over my back and down one hip as the fingers continued to tease and torment me. I kept my trembling arms on the desk as something hard pressed against my backside. The fingers finally moved beneath the panties and pressed inside me, sliding easily along the wet folds. I choked on another cry, trying and failing for silence.
“My office is sound proof and the door is locked,” he murmured, answering a question I hadn’t thought to ask. Fingers penetrated deep inside me, causing my body to quake. “Before we go any further however we need to get rid of these.”
The thin cotton panties I wore were pulled down my legs and without questioning I stepped out from them as they hit the floor. A shoe pressed against the inside of foot, widening my stance as his hips pushed against my backside. The fingers between my legs never let up their exploration; my breathing was rough as Jeremiah lifted the skirt to bunch at my waist, his bulge thrusting against my backside.
His thumb, which had previously been massaging the hard bud between my legs, slid back to my rear opening. I surged forward in shock, the desk and his hips holding me prisoner as the thumb eased around the tight hole. The idea of a man being interested back there had never occurred to me; I wasn’t so naïve as to be ignorant of the idea, but it had never come up before. Thinking proved difficult however as he continued to manipulate my body until I was trembling with need.
Lips pressed against my neck. “Eventually,” he purred in that deep voice, the word a promise, as he caressed the opening once more then moved his thumb back to my clit. By now nearly every breath was a moan as I tilted my hips up, desperately needing to be filled. His fingers teased and tormented but never let me fall over into orgasm.
Something shifted behind me; Jeremiah lowered his body along my bare bottom, then teeth grazed the skin over one buttock as hands spread my cheeks. Before I could even comprehend what was coming, I felt for the first time in my life a tongue against my most intimate of places, licking up the crease then pushing inside my weeping opening. I surged forward against the desk with another loud cry, and couldn’t stop myself from making another as he controlled my body’s responses with tongue and fingers. The unfamiliar and exotic feel, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before with my limited activities, pushed me over the edge. I came loudly, my nails scratching against the hard surface of the desk and my body bucking uncontrollably.
I laid my head on my hands as I heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, then a moment later the hard length of his cock slid between my ass cheeks. The fingers were pulled out only to be replaced by a thick presence that forced its way inside my tight opening. I moaned again as he pushed inside, one thick arm reaching around my waist and pulling me tight against his body. He pressed me down against the desk as he slid out then in, stretching and electrifying the tender skin. Still riding the wave of my orgasm, his movements left me panting and frantic, pushing back against him wildly.