~Sienna~

“Come here.” He commands, gliding his chair back from the desk as he spreads his thighs.

I swallow hard and walk forward, pretending not to notice the invitation, or intention as I drag out the chair opposite him and sit down.

Norman’s eyes narrows, his lips rising to a smirk before he turns slightly in his seat.

“You never had an issue being close to me, Sienna. What’s happened now?”

I pause and look at him, clearly, he can’t be serious.

“Mr. Garrison, I’m here to work. I’m you new secretary,” I whisper through clenched teeth.

“Oh?” His brows lifts. “And here I thought you came to finish what you started—after you sneaked away that morning. You know, I was looking forward to trying something new with you.”

Heat rushes through my body, every nerve alive and trembling, my nipples harden, the pain intensifies, begging to be touch.

I wish I know what the hell is he doing to me and how to avoid it.

He shakes is head, a flicker of displeasure in his eyes.

“But you were gone. You almost made me think it was all in my head—but your little, tiny panties proved me wrong.” He clicks his tongue and leans closer to the desk.

“I waited for you to come around but you never did. So much for wanting to do what makes you happy, Sienna.”

“I… I…” I drag in a shaky breath.

“Is that your favorite word now?” He teases. “Because the girl I knew never held back from speaking her mind. I want that girl—the one who knows what she wants and doesn’t hide away.”

I’m visibly shaking at this moment and I can’t even hide it. He’s right but…

“I think it’s better we forget that night.” I say quietly. “You’re my boss now, and this is the real world not some place to hide from reality. You daughter is my friend. What happens if she sees—“

“She doesn’t have to know,” he interrupts smoothly. “Just like that night, we keep it to ourselves—our little secret. And I know you want it too, beneath those thighs I know you dripping for me.”

His eyes darken as he whispers. “I can smell your arosal. Hell, I can practically taste you. I see the way your nipples harden at my voice.” His voice deepens with intent.

I didn’t even know until a low moan escapes my lips as I open my mouth but can’t find words, the room feels heavier, the air charged with unspoken tension.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. The way your walls tighten around my hard length. The way you take me, girl… I want all of that.”

He pins me with a hard stare. “I’ll give you some time,” he says finally, “but I know you’ll come back.”

For a second, disappointed twists inside me, I almost wish he’d keep pushing, keep chasing, a part of me enjoys listening to him go crazy about me, and I just don’t want him to stop.

Maybe he’s right after all, maybe I’ll come back.

“I’m sure you noticed the door engraved with the title Executive Secretary.” He says, his tone suddenly all business again. “That’s your office, go settle in.”

I clutch my bag tightly and stand, my legs unsteady with every step I take away from him. All of the prep talks I gave myself over the past two weeks about how wrong this is vanish the second I step into my office.

I barely take another look at the small room, cozy and quiet as I drop my bag on the desk, settling into the chair and dragging up my skirt.

I slide my panties aside, slipping a finger into my folds and truly, it’s dripping.

I hiss out a breath, my body convulses with just the slightest touch. Anyone could walk in and see me like this, but it doesn’t stop me either.

I bite my lips from moaning out as I thrust into my pussy slowly.

“Yeah…”

Wet slapping sound fills the room, my breath shallow, heat rushing over me. I manage to spread my legs the best I can in my chair, tilting my butt to the chair edge, expose to the cool air.

My hips jerks with the movement of my hands, his name rolls of out my tongue before I can stop it, but at this moment I don’t care.

I’m gone, I can’t help it and I can’t stop it, but fuck if I want to stop.

“Norman…”

I shudder, my legs trembles as my whimpering vibrates through the walls, I immediately muffle the sound with my other hand.

A voice suddenly rings out in the room and I bolt upright within a flash, tugging down my skirt, my heart beating faster than I can breathe.

There’s an intercom in here. Fucking great.

“Have you gone through the handover report?” Norman’s voice blare out.

“Si…” I clear my throat and swallow. “I’m doing just that.”

“Mmm.” He pause. “Why are you sounding like that? Like you out of breath or something.”

I gasp, but quickly cover it with a cough. “It’s nothing. I better get to work now.”

“Good, make it snappy. There a lot to be done.” He says and the communication went off.

I press a hand to my chest, my breathing rushing off, damn, that’s close and he could have heard, there’s barely anything that escapes him.

If only I know there’s an intercom here, then I’m really going to be in trouble if this keeps going on.

Under the pressure of working with Norman, my desires takes a wide shift in the back of my mind, my feet aches, and all I want is a hot shower, and maybe a good fuck.

I meet few of my colleagues during lunch and they were all nice, though I’m still struggling not to mix up their names.

I pick my bag and step into Norman’s office, finding him on a call and I wait.

“Sienna, leaving already?” He ask, tracing his gaze over me as he ends the call.

I shrug lightly. “It’s the end of work, Mr. Garrison.”

He cocks a brow, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Since it’s your first day, I’ll let you go. But my secretary doesn’t leave before me unless I say so.”

My brow furrows. “I don’t know it worked that way. Shouldn’t that be your assistant’s job.”

“I don’t need one.” He says flipping through a file. “You’ll do just fine.”

He looks up. “I’ll send you some documents to review tonight. I want them on my desk first thing tomorrow morning.”

I roll my eyes as I leave his office. “Great,” I mutter under my breath. “So much for free time.”

When I finally got home I step into the shower, letting the water wash away the stress of the day from my body.

Today has been surreal working under Norman again, after everything I tried so hard to avoid, it feels like fate’s laughing in my face.

And his eyes, the way they can’t stop looking at me, boring hole through my skin, stripping me bare with his gaze alone.

My hands rub over my sore tits, squeezing it softly as my back hits the wall, water slides down my body, my nipples hard and dark, pointing out.

I fondle them, enjoying the way my inside clenches as I trail my hand down my thighs, spreading them open and slipping my fingers through my folds, slicky and moist, so fucking wet.

I can feel it leaking down my legs as I moan out loud, my fingers are coated in the wetness, glistening under the light.

My body shakes as I slide a finger in, my legs nearly Gavin’s out, my walls clenches around my finger so painfully tight, but it isn’t enough, I need more.

Another finger left me breathless, my stomach locks tightly as I try so hard to support my weak legs, my thumb circling my clit, his name rolling off my lips like a plea.

“Ohh, Norman—” I whisper, immediately waves of current wash over me, slick hotness gushes out like pool.

“Yes… yes, please. Fuckkkkk….ooh… God! Like that—“

I imagine it’s him, thrusting into me with his hard cock, his hot breath on my ear, whispering that I’m his, that he alone knows how to make me scream so loudly till my lungs hurt. His veiny large hands pressing me down, taking me over and over, filling my tight hole to hilt, I can hardly breath.

My head falls backward, my hips bucks faster, I’m moaning so loud I don’t give a fuck who hears.

Yes, let them hear you, let them know you’re getting so fucking ruin, I imagine him saying.

I’m so close I can pass out, my tits bounce with my movement.

“Yes—yes—yes. Don’t fucking stoppp. Yeah, take me,—take me…ohhh.”

I rub on my clit faster, screaming as the tiny sizzle twerk my brain.

“Norman—“

A loud blaring sound from my phone rips through the air.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck!” I scream as my hand slips out of my pussy.

All my imagination disappeared in the air. Just a fucking little more and I’d be there.

I rinse off myself and walk out of the bathroom, wishing I can strangle whoever is on the line.

Unknown number, just fucking good.

“Hello.” Norman’s familiar voice sounds through the speaker.

I sigh loudly, and sits down on the bed, I don’t need to ask about how he got my number since he’s my boss now.

“What’s it?” I ask, my voice breathless but I don’t care.

“I left you a message.” He says and ends the call.

I can hear the smirk in his voice, and I can’t help but wonder what’s funny.

I scroll through the messages, my jaw clenches as I stare at the tedious task he wants me to submit by morning.

But I eyes catch on the previous message, my eyes widen as I read them, I don’t want to believe what I just read and decide to read it again.

He has watched me fingering myself at the office today, and he thinks it’s fun, stopping me right before I cum.

Damn! There’s a camera in my office, now he doesn’t want me to get any pleasure because he isn’t getting any himself.

My fist tightens, my teeth grinds against each other, breathing deeply. He does it on purpose, giving me a heavy task so I won’t have time for myself.

Heat curls up my skin as my body immediately relaxes and my tongue runs over my teeth.

He watched me, sees me moaning for him.

Ohh, fuck, I shouldn’t be thinking that.

I spend the rest of my night working, my head drops on the table tiredly, my neck hurts from staring at the laptop all night. My eyes flutters repeatedly as I keep telling myself to stand up and go sleep on the bed, but I don’t move, I’m too tired to lift a finger.

Though, Norman’s last words keeps playing on my mind. “You know where to find me.”

~Sienna~

“Come in.” I say as a knock sounds on my door.

“Hey, sea…” Nova squeals, flashing a dramatic smile as she steps inside.

My mouth falls open, watching her circle around my desk.

“I—l didn’t expect to see you here.” I blurt, swallowing hard. “I didn’t know you visited your father. You never told me anything about his work.”

She snorts, raises a brow and shrugs. “It’s just once a while. And about the work—I wanted to surprise you.” She beams.

I can’t help but smile as she pulls me into a hug.

“You look good babe.” Nova teases. “My executive secretary.”

“I didn’t know you’d be working directly under my father. I just told him you had a degree in real estate and he that’s fine—he’d find something for you—“

“Wait—“ I interrupts. “Your dad knew I was applying before I even came?”

Nova sighs, glancing side ways. “Yeah. But, I know you, Sienna. You’re good. If I could help, why not? Beside, you were interviewed and you did great.”

I swallow, gripping the pen in my hands tightly, I just can’t wrap my head around it. He knew I was coming before I did and he’s been pulling the strings all along.

“Sienna?” Nova calls, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Are you upset?”

“What?” I gulp. “No—never. Thank you for believing in me by the way.” I joked lightly.

She laughs, looping her arm through mine. “Leave work for now. It’s time for lunch. Come on—work isn’t going anywhere.”

“Okay, okay.” I stand up, reaching for my bag.

“No, leave that. It’s covered.” She says and tugging me out of the office.

“I think I’m going to start wearing suit like you.” Nova says running her hands over her bodycon dress. “You look so hot and powerful—like…” she flips her hair and winks.

My steps flatter for a second before matching her pace.

“Why are we going to your father’s office? I thought we were going to lunch—“

“You’ll see.” She cuts in, punching the code without having to wait.

This can’t be good, I know Nova means well but Norman’s another story entirely.

The office is empty, and I sigh, relief washing over me, but only for a moment as Nova doesn’t stop. She pulls me deeper into the room, opening one of the doors at the far end.

Inside sits Norman, his eyes locks on mine, lips twitching faintly. The hairs on the back of my neck rise, my stomach turns and I look away quickly.

Three others chairs sits round the wooden table, dishes neatly spread on it.

A private dining room, beautiful, elegant and small with a minibar along the wall. I don’t notice any of it, all I want is an excuse to escape this diner, but that’s like wishing for snow in summer.

Nova pulls out a chair for me and grabs one for herself.

“Mr. Garrison.” I murmur, taking a sit.

His nostrils flare, eyes harden for a moment before they soften again.

“Dad, I’m so happy Sienna’s working directly with you. Now I can be assured no one’s going to intimidate her,” Nova says brightly. “She’s my best friend—my sister from another mother.”

I force a smile back at her, the chopsticks in my hand almost falls off.

Nova takes a sips of her juice, and clears her throat. “Dad, don’t use that domineering boss attitude on my friend. Promise me you’ll take care of her?”

I freeze, my gaze flickering up to his.

He smirks. “Of course. Sienna’s good at what she does. She’s holding all the power.”

“You see?” Nova giggles. “I told you it’s your brain that you got this job.”

My throat tightens, and I choke on the bite of beef I’m chewing.

“You okay?” Nova whispers, concern in her eyes.

I nod quickly, and reach for the glass of water.

“Are you better now?” Norman’s voice cuts in, deep and measured.

I nod again, refusing to meet his gaze, Nova is oblivious, but I catch the meaning behind his words.

How can he be calm and so bold, playing around even with his daughter right here.

The rest of the meal passes in uneasy silence, and the moment Nova steps out, chattering about something she’s forgotten, I stand, ready to make my escape, but Norman is suddenly in front of me, blocking the way.

His eyes narrowing at me, and I swallow, licking my suddenly dry lips. My heart races, sweat breaking down my spine.

He groans, leaning closer as his hands comes to rest on the table, caging me in. I tried to move back but it’s futile, his breath fans my face, his legs brushes against mine.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, my heart hammering fiercely.

He smirks, then wrap his hand around my waist, the running the other over me, groping my butt, through my clothes.

My body trembles, my stomach tightens in knot as my breath labors.

“I’m taking care of you.” He murmurs, his tone low, his hands coming up, dangerously close to my tits.

“I’m—I’m fine…. Mr. Garrison—“ I breathe, leaning back slightly, but he doesn’t move.

“No. You’re not, but I can help you. If you scream my name the same way you did that night whiie you cum over my cock.”

I gasp, my eyes widen as I look around.

“Yeah. I can still hear your moans and screams ringing in my ears.” He growls, his chest rumbling. “The way your body responds to every of my touches. The way your greedy cunt takes me, over and over. Such an insatiable whore.”

My face burns, he pulls me closer, cupping my tits in his hand.

“Mmm…” I bite my lips, my eyes squeezing shut.

Fuck! I can feel the dampness in my panties, my pussy pulsing, creaming my wetness and my body goes limp in his hands. His lips hovers around my neck, not touching but close enough to, his thump rubs over my nipples, it strains over my shirt, stone hard and painful.

His name lingers on my tongue, my body begs for release, I want to moan out, I want to scream, but I’m scared.

“I know you’re dripping and all freaking mess down there, that’s how dirty you are, but until you give me what I want—“

He kisses my neck, and thrust his hardness into my lower stomach. “You won’t be getting this.”

I want to grab his neck in that moment and pull his lips to mine, spread my legs and let him use me to his desire.

My whole body is trembling with need and abandon, my tits begs to be freed, to sucked. I want his lips everywhere, to forget my reason and lost myself in him.

I slump back unto the table, face flush and heart racing.

“Mr. Garrison—“

His jaw clenches, breath quickens.

“Dad!” Nova voice breaks slices through the tension as the office door bangs open.

My head jerks towards the door to the dining room, my body freezes in place. Norman turns away from me, but not before pinning me with a hard look.

I stumble away from the table as if it burns my skin, and I plaster a smile I’m sure doesn’t reach my eyes as I face the door just as it opens.

Nova enters, the excitement on her face fading as her gaze darts between us.

Fuck—Fuck, fuck.

God, please, not now, I tremble, my hands clench tightly behind me.