~Sienna~

"You're young, Sienna. You have your whole life ahead of you. You deserve more than this old man." Norman smiles, moving his head back.

The wrinkles on his face squeeze as if to back up his words, but they do nothing to diminish his handsomeness.

"Do you like being here, with me, instead?" I ask again, ignoring his excuse.

Silence.

His lips press to a thin line, a soft sigh escaping his nostrils.

"Anything is better than being in the same room with Liliana." He finally says.

I grin, eyes glittering mischievously as I slip my hands into his hair. "Yeah... you can say that again."

I laugh lightly. "I love being here with you too."

He groans, hands tighten on me as he shut his eyes. His grip loosen around my waist, trying to move me off his laps, but I remain locked around his neck.

"Fuck! Sienna, you're not in your right mind." He hisses, brow furrows, sighing helplessly.

He wants this as much as he tries to stay away and I know. I see the way his eyes darken with desire, the tension pulsing through his veins.

"I'm not a good man. Hell, I can't be too different from you ex-"

"Did you ever cheat on your ex-wife?" I interrupt, narrowing my eyes at him.

He frowns, sitting up and pulling me with him. "No. I would never do something like that."

"Good. Then you're nothing like my ex-boyfriend."

He shakes his head. "No, Sienna, you're not getting it."

"What did you do?" I press.

But he just stares blankly at me.

"What's the reason for the breakup with Liliana?"

He takes a deep breath, his hands ghosting circles on my waist.

I don't know if he's even aware of his touch, but his mind seems far away.

"She left. She divorced me because I wasn't up to the standards she wanted for herself." His voice is low, raspy.

"Ohhh."

That surprise me, of all the reason I expected, this wasn't one.

"Does Nova knows?"

"No." He whispers. "She left when Nova was very young. Nova always looked forward to seeing her mother again, thinking she was just busy with work."

He sighs. "All those years, managing my growing business while raising Nova, the last thing I wanted was to traumatize her by telling her her mother was never coming back. By the time she grew up, I think she understood on her own. But Liliana's return now... it's giving her hope again. I just have to wait for Liliana to show Nova her true colors. I don't want to be the one to crush my daughter's feelings."

"It must have been hard, doing everything by yourself." I say softly.

I shift on his laps, searching for a more comfortable position to ease the numbness in my legs.

"It was, but it was worth it," he replies, slipping his hand under my ass and lifting me as he adjusts, lying back on the couch and pulling me down with him.

One of his hands rests at my waist, the other stays on my butt. The new position makes me acutely aware of his body, solid, hard everywhere, the ache between my thighs tempts me to grind against him.

With nowhere to place my hands, I places them on his chest, my head tilted slightly upward.

"Did you ever have another lover since then? Someone more than just satisfying your needs?" I blurt before realizing.

The question has been turning in my head, so long that it just slip out, his eyes snap to me, surprise.

He's handsome, even if he doesn't try to be, they are women that would throw themselves at him.

"I've had lovers. Some lasted weeks, some months. But it was nothing serious. I always made sure they knew." Norman shrugs.

"I mean someone you can't stop thinking about. For a long time." I insist.

If I've already asked I might as well press further.

He stare upward, his nose flaring with each breath, I don't miss the way his length hardens against my thighs.

He must have really liked this person.

All of a sudden, I don't want to know anymore. A sharp sting gnaws at my heart, my teeth biting into the inside of my cheek, I already hate this person.

"It's you," he whispers.

My head snap down to him, heat creeps up my neck, my core throbbing with painful desire.

"I told you I'm not a good man, Sienna." He breathes.

"What kind of man lusts after a twenty-years-old girl-the same age as his daughter?"

My blood drains from my head, I can't believe I'm hearing this from him.

"I can't stop thinking about you since the first time Nova brought you for our summer trip. I thought you were going to be one of her bratty friends."

"That was four years ago." I marvel.

"But then, you came-in those ass-fitting shorts, a hazard to your youthful age. I couldn't stop staring. It took everything in me not to pin you to the wall and rip them off you." He groans, eyes shutting as if reliving the moment. "I fantasized about all the ways I could take you."

He forces a rough laugh. "Can you imagine? An old man like me fantasizing about you-my daughter's friend."

"I thought you hate me." I say.

He frowns. "Why would you think that?"

I shrug. "You're always scowling when looking at me. You avoided me, left me and Nova most of the time. I thought I was intruding on your father-daughter dates."

He palms my butt, thrusting up against my thighs, a low gasp escape my lips at the sudden move, my hands fisting in his shirt.

"Does it look like I hated do?" he groans. "I stayed away because I didn't trust myself not to do those things to you. And... you're young. Too young."

I grind against him. "I thought you didn't like me, but it didn't stop me from crushing on you, Norman."

I sit up, straddling him fully, his confession giving me bravado, I can't stop repeating it in my head that he likes me.

"What.... Sienna-" he tries to sit up, but I push him back down.

I start unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers itching to feel his hard muscles.

"You shouldn't do that," he says weakly, but he doesn't stop me.

Dark hair dusts his chest, trailing down in a thin line disappearing into his pants. I lick my lips, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, his eyes burn, tracing the motion.

I lean down and suck one of his nipples into my mouth.

"Fuck!" His voice sounds strangled.

His hands wraps around my thighs, trying to restrain himself as my lips move to the other nipple, teasing and sucking. After a few minutes and I pull away his eyes are blazing, his neck thick with veins.

"I want you to do those things you fantasize about," I whisper, my breath shallow. "For once, I want to do what makes me happy too."

"You have to think about this. Your... boyfriend, he could come back." His voice rasps. "You were close to being engaged. You'll have the life you wanted. I can't give you that, Sienna," he whispers painfully.

I lean closer, lips hovering over his, eyes glittering with mischief.

"Do you want him to come back?" I murmur. "Because I've flipped past that page."

"Sienna-"

I don't wait for his words as I seal his lips, soft, incredibly soft lips.

He doesn't respond at first, but he doesn't push me away either.

"Mmm..." I hum, slipping my tongue into his mouth, one hand combing through his hair, the other pressed firmly to his chest.

Mint and grape flood my tongue, sweet, intoxicating.

He growls, his hand slipping under my dress as he bites my lips, sucking on my lower lip, his other hand groping my breast.

Yes! Oh fuck, yes.

It's the only mantra that keeps ringing in my head.

Maybe tomorrow I'll regret this, but right now this is all that matters.

~Sienna~

"Babe!" I scream into the phone, bouncing up and down in my apartment with a huge smile on my face.

"This better be good, Sea." Nova grumbles.

I roll my eyes at the ridiculous nickname.

"I just got an email from the company-they want me to start TOMORROW!"

"Really?" Nova beams. "Oh my God! Babe, I'm so happy for you."

I chuckle, toying with the strands of my hair. "I'll have to get up early to catch the first bus. I'm literally the first thing they'll see tomorrow morning."

"Huh, huh!" Nova teases, then sighs. "I'd loved to give you a ride, but I have to pick up my dad from the airport very early. He's got this big meeting at the office."

"Ohh." I swallow, gripping the phone tighter.

"It's fine, okay? I'm going to be alright on the bus." I forces a laugh. "I'll call you tomorrow with updates."

"Alright," Nova yawns through the phone. "But we need to celebrate this. What do you say-Friday night, in the club?"

"Alright."

"Good, Love you."

"Love you too." I whispers through clenched teeth as the call ends.

I drop onto the bed, my phone trembling in my hand and my heart pounding loudly in my ears.

It's been two weeks since that night and I've done everything to avoid seeing him again. I've stayed away from Nova's house, always finding excuses when Nova insisted.

I don't want to remember that night, don't want to remember that stupid, drunken mistake.

It shouldn't have happened, but it did and I can't even bring myself to regret it. Guilt claws at my chest for betraying my best friend.

Even hearing his name drags the memories back, the forbidden touches, his lips everywhere, the way he took me to heights I'd never imagined, over and over again.

Sex has always been good, but with him it was more than good, it was unforgettable.

Then morning came with harsh reality, a bitter pill I couldn't swallow. I'd had to sneak out barely dressed before he woke.

Got home under a hot bath and scrubbed at my skin as if i could wash away the truth.

For a week I avoided Nova, but that didn't work and finally I figured its best to avoid the house.

But one question has linger on my mind ever since. Did he regret it?

I feels awful, but I can't stop wondering.

I sighs, slipping under the covers. It's better this way if they never meet again, I don't even know how I'd face him.

I have a job to prepare for better to sleep early.

***

"Ms. Davis?" A woman calls, stepping out of the elevator.

She's in a pantsuit, tall and slim, with oversized glasses, maybe in her late forties.

"Sienna, please." I say, standing up from the chair I've been sitting, waiting for the director.

"Right. Sienna. This way." The woman walks ahead down the hallway, speaking as she goes.

"My name is Glory, HR Director. If you ever have an issue-work or staff related, I'm available to help you, anytime."

She sighs, glancing back at me. "Well, I hope you last longer than the rest."

Confusion flickers across my face.

"It's not about you child." Glory says with a shake of her head. "Our boss is hard to please. Always expects a little extra from his staff."

I nod, my fingers twisting together.

"I'd love for you to work with us but it's in your hands now. Be punctual, be flexible, meet all his demands. Maybe then..." she trails off as we step into an office.

Glory settled at the desk, and gesturing to the chair opposite.

"You'll be placed on internship for a month. If the boss is pleased with your performance then, you'll get a permanent work badge." She slides over a temporary paper card.

"You'll need this for the securities, to be allowed to access the work building. Welcome to Gray Stone Luxury Real Estate and Hospitality."

"Thank you, ma'am." I whisper.

"Now, let's go meet the boss." Glory stands, grabbing a file. "He hates being kept waiting."

I forces a smile, trailing behind Glory as she walks toward the elevator.

I'm not sure if I should be excited or terrified. A job in my hands, but it could slip away if I fail to please this infamous boss.

What kind of man is he and how will I survive past the month and earn my permanent work badge?

I watch Glory press the button for the top floor, my stomach tightens with each acceleration of the lift, my hand wipes at the tiny beads of sweat on my nose.

You've survived a lot of things to reach this stage, Sienna, you'll be fine, whatever happens.  

The elevator doors slides open, revealing glassy tiled walls and floors, white and gold décor and an air thick with power greet me.

We pass two offices on each side of the hallway with nameplates on the doors, General Counsel and Executive Secretary.

Woah! One of this is going to be my office.

My heart swells with joy, I'm finally taking a step toward my future dreams even if the long term stay isn't yet guaranteed, I'm determined to put in my best.

We finally come to stop at the third and last office, the biggest one on the floor.

The nameplate reads, CEO.

Glory presses the button on the door handle, after some seconds the it dings and automatically. opens.

A golden chandelier sparkles from above, glass walls, shiny leather chairs and a vast masculine space.

The air in the room was soothing, faint scent of mint lingers in the air, almost familiar.

At the desk, a man with dark, styled hair has his back to them, the office telephone cord trailing from his hand.

He turns just as the door closes behind them, and I freezes.

Hot breath settles down on me, my ears rings with a deafening sound. I'm rooted to my spot, can't move or utter a word as I stares at the man with a soft smirk on his lips, eyes locked on hers.

"Sir, this is Ms. Davis, your new secretary. And Sienna, this is-"

"Leave it, Glory." He voice cuts sharp, eyes not leaving her face. "You can go. I'd like to have a word... with my secretary."

"I also brought the files-"

"Leave." He hisses.

Glory pauses, looking between them from the corner of her eyes but smiles anyway. "Of course, sir."

She turns, heading out. "I'll be in my office, Sienna."

The door clicks shut.

His gaze drifts lazily down my body, climbing back up to my face before settling in a slow smile.

My knees nearly buckle, but I manages to hold myself, my breath stuttering, cold sweat breaks down my spine.

When Nova pitched this work for me, I never knew it would be here with him. If I'd known what her father really did, I would never have come here.

"Sienna." He breaths, leaning back against his chair, studying her like a decadent meal.

"M.... Mr. Garrison." I whispers, fist trembling at my sides.

His brow arches, eyes narrowing on her. He studies her for a moment, then says. "I seem to remember you screaming Norman with so much passion instead."

My eyes widen, a sharp breath tearing from my lungs.

The memories crashes over me, his fingers, his tongue, God....

My nipples throbs painfully against my shirt, my pussy clenching, I can feel it pulsing, yeah, definitely wet.

Fuck! I blowout a breath.

His eyes stay fixed on me, steady, heated.

"I-I..."

He cocks a brow, waiting.

But I can only open and close my mouth, saying nothing, my inside tightening. 

~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."