The Secretary (18+)

The Trip pt. 1

Sexual Content
Mature content

"What a Slut!", he exclaimed.
Me and Marco sat up in shock.
"You know she has a leftover hickey from the guy she screwed last night." He added.
"I did that." Marco said firmly.
"You couldn't even wait a day to screw the new secretary!" Marco Shouted.
I started to feel tears well up in my eyes. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I quickly grabbed my shirt off the floor, buttoning it and running out of the office. I grabbed my purse, and raced out of the office. I got into the elevator and saw Marco but hit the close door button.

I get a call once I hit the Lobby.
I don't know this number.
"H-hello?"
"It's me." It's Marco
"What?" I ask fiercely.
" wait for me in the parking garage?" He asks.
I don't respond.
"Please." He says.
I give in, "fine."
I walk to my left outside the building and walk into a dark area. He finds me.
Still a mess with barely dried tears he walks over.
"I thought he left." Marco said as he put his thumb on my cheek wiping away the remnants of the tears I had cried of embarrassment.I remain silent.

"Am I going to be in trouble?" I look up nervously.
"By who the boss?" He says sarcastically.
He laughs a little.
"It's not funny!" I say a bit too angry.
"No everything's fine." He reassured me.
"Come back to my place, let's have dinner."
"I don't know." I reply wearily.

He steps closer. "I won't take no as an answer."
I roll my eyes.
"Do it again."
"Do what again?" I say mockingly.
He grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. "Marco put me down!"
He walks over to his car unlocks it sets me down and gestures for me to get in.
"You are so difficult." I huff.

We get to his big penthouse deeper in the city. It's much more luxurious than my little apartment. We enter the lobby and get in his elevator. "No monkey business" I say glancing at the stop elevator button. He chuckles.
He unlocks his door and I walk in. It's gorgeous with a huge window and dark interior. I stand there for a moment taking it all in. He sets his bag down on the kitchen counter.
"Let's talk about the Chicago trip." As he places down two wine glasses. "Red or White?" He adds.
"Red." I say still shocked at his gorgeous place.
"I'll send you an inventory list tomorrow, a clothing list, and all the information for the physical traveling." He announced to me from the kitchen as I stood in his living room with black leather material.
He handed me the glass of wine. He walked me over to the couch.
"We leave next week on Thursday after work around 11." He informs me.
"Okay." I said taking a sip.
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The next few days at work was a bit awkward. Luke would barely look my direction, and when he did it was dirty looks or shaking his head.
I had gotten the packing list, and all the other fun features of the trip.
Packing List:
1 casual outfit
Work attire
Formal evening wear
Cocktail wear
Lingerie ;)
I almost chocked on my coffee reading the last item. I glanced over to Marco's office and texted him.
Me: Lingerie?
Marco: What? Don't tell me you thought we could go a whole weekend without it ;).
Me : This is a business trip! We're professionals remember?
I turn my phone face down.

Th next week on Thursday when I leave the office at 5, I take the subway home and at my doorstep is a box. I pick it up and take it inside.
I greet Gatsby, then grab a knife from my kitchen and open the box. I open to find a beautiful black dress with a post it from my desk:EveningWear
I set it down and pull out a red dress: Cocktail Wear I keep going to pull out my underwear I'd left in Marco's office the week before. The last item in the bottom of the box was a white lacy thong with matching garter belt and bra: Wear me ;)
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Later that night on the flight, Marco and Luke sit first class while the rest of us sit in business class. I get up to go towards the back of the plane to pee. But as I enter Luke comes in too. "What're you doing?" I say as he pushes me in and locks the door behind him. "Luke stop!" I say as I try to move around him.
"What? You don't want to spread your legs for the rest of us? Huh." He says extremely too close to me. I hit the assistance button. He gets too close, too angry. I knee him as hard as I can and leave.

I walk as fast as I can to Marco.
Luke is nowhere insight.
"What's wrong?" As he sees my expression.
I tell him everything that just happened, feeling scared and stressed out. As I get done telling him he gets up and paces to the back of the plane and Marco and Luke start to Brawl. The flight attendants can't pull them apart. I sit there watching nervously. Everyone watches excitedly. They finally stop when we hit a bit of turbulence.
"EVERYONE SIT DOWN NOW."a pilot commands firmly.

An hour later we land. Sharon won't stop talking about the fight on the plane.
We check into a luxurious hotel.
Tonight on the itinerary we have cocktails with possible investors at a club nearby. I put on the red dress that Marco sent me. It was tight, and low cut.
Knock knock

I open the door...
It's Marco.
I turn around and he walks in behind me.
"Can u zip me?" I ask
He pulls the zipper up.
"Turn around!" He says
I turn to face him. When I look up his face is slightly swollen from being hit.
"He's been removed." He says firmly.
I nod.
"He didn't touch you, did he?" Asking very possessively.
"No." I say embarrassed.
"Good!" He says reassuringly.
"After cocktails I want you to meet me up at the suite." He says handing me a key.
"I don't know..."
He grabs me by my waist, " I wanna see you in that little white setup" he says with a smirk that makes me melt.
"Mmm maybe" I say flirtatiously
"We better get going." He says as he gestures towards the door, I grab my phone and clutch for the evening.
As we approach the door , he slaps my ass and I skip a step.
I look back at him unamused, but inside the butterflies in my stomach can't be contained. Just the power he has being behind me makes me wet. We join the rest in the lobby and head out towards the club.