Falling For The Boss

3

I wanted a child; boy or girl, it didn't matter.

Though it was only but recently I began entertaining such a thought, there were no plans set in place for gaining a family. In the past few months, I'd tried to work out something serious with every model I'd fucked and when that flopped, I began attending events and visited my small Southside town in hopes of a past flame, an old acquaintance perhaps who might be the woman of my dreams, but none of them had been a good fit. They still had the same hunger for power and a lust for my wealth. None of them fit into the role of being a remarkable mother, as they lacked the basic traits befitting a virtuous lady. Some smoked a bit too much, others came off as clingy and extremely emotional while there were some that were just a straight off no-no. They may make good mothers to someone else's child, but not to mine.

I rubbed at my forehead wearily, looking up at the door when I heard a light tapping on it. Sasha flashed me a nervous smile, holding up the coffee cup and gesturing at the door, asking for entry.

It was something she always did even when I was alone. She was so modest and considerate. When the rumours about me sleeping with her became a hot gossip topic among her colleagues, she never raised a word to confirm or dispel them but just minded her own business. Some women would have broken down at the fake news, or fought to prove their innocence but Sasha did none of that. I admired her so much for her bravery in sticking with this job no matter what came her way. She was ever so polite, treating everyone that came into the organization with kid gloves. Even when some of the hot models hoping for more than a quick fuck from me came into the office being all snooty, she dealt with them with kindness.

If everyone on the planet possessed her kind of modesty, the world would be a much better place to live in.

I waved her in, pushing aside the folders on my desk so she could place the coffee. She stepped back and asked. "Is there anything else you'll like me to get you?"

That was one question she asked me each day, and I still couldn't think of a fitting reply. It was a question that deserved ambiguous answers. Is there anything else you'd like? Anything I can get you? What else do you need? What would you like me to do for you? And so much more.

"That will be all, thanks."

She nodded and left.

The more I thought about Sasha, the more I felt it in my soul that she was the woman I was searching for. The perfect mother for my unborn children. Pulling my laptop open, I summoned her employment file. Five years was a lot for a woman to change. He could still remember how she'd found it hard adjusting to the new work environment with everyone treating her like dirt. She was twenty six, with ginger red hair, shimmering green eyes and a pointy nose in the middle of her spotless face. Her red hair was always pulled back in a tight, messy bun and she hardly attended company functions except compulsory.

She didn't accept my little gestures of friendliness; small things such as wrist watches, pictures, books or a latest album of an artist she liked. She always found a way to evade them, even when I insisted she took them. I felt like maybe she didn't want to feel indebted but each time I found myself inside a jewelry shop to buy a goodbye gift for a model I was going to dump, I saw a bracelet or chain I knew would look beautiful on her and bought it.

With a sigh, I closed her file, learning nothing new once again. I consulted my watch just as the door opened and Sasha stuck her head through it and announced that my nine o'clock appointment, Ava Winston, was here.

"Which of the conference room is vacant, Sasha?"

"Um," She flipped her notepad to check. "They're all in use except the one at the top floor."

"Thank you." I grabbed my suit jacket and began putting it on.

"Do you need me to sit in and take notes?"

"No. I'll take it from here, thank you."

"No problem. If you need anything I'm one phone call away." She smiled and made her way toward her desk at the front of my office. I followed her closely behind, picking up the files I'd given her to work on earlier. I glimpsed at my schedule on her table; noting I had several more appointments to get to before the close of day.

Entering the conference room, I met my client, a fellow reputable steel business mogul and fashion celebrity, Ava Winston already seated with her legs crossed. She took huge drags of her cigarette, puffing out the fumes in a circular pattern that swirled upwards into the ceiling.

"Is your PA not married yet? She's quite a darling." Ava drawled, rising from her seat to shake hands.

"No she's not. And you're right about her being a darling. She's a star." I took my seat beside her, opened the file and got straight down to business. But I noticed that Ava wasn't paying attention, but was eye-fucking me in a manner that became too uncomfortable for me to handle.

I leaned back in my seat, took off my jacket because the office was hot and the office plant currently being fixed. Ava copied my movements, wriggling out of her blue jacket and leaned back in nothing but a black bra and her short skirt. She stood up, threw her almost finished cigarette on the floor and putting off the flame with her foot, then took light bold steps towards me, swinging her large hips.

She was a beautiful woman, with the right curves in the right places and equally blonde. My exact spec. and there was nothing stopping me from giving her what she wanted right there and then, but the constant thought of Sasha, her innocent green eyes shimmering whenever she smiled, lodged itself in my brain and rendered Ava's advances ineffective even as she sank on her knees and mouthed at my cock imprint through the fabric.

"Ava..." I wheeled away from her. "You came here for business. We should get every discussion on this merger done today before I present the final agreement to my team by Monday."

"I know darling," She purred; a sound I hated because it was weird as fuck. "But I haven't had sex in a while and I've been dreaming of your dick ever since you stepped in here." She moved closer, placing both hands on the chair to keep me in place. "Please let me suck you off at least. I know you want it so why refuse me?"

She made a grab at my dick but I shook her off, moving my chair further away from her. When she saw that I wasn't having any of her shit, she got up and pulled her whole clothes off. "Since you won't let me have what I want, I'll scream, cry and tell everyone that you tried to rape me."

"Ava, no..."

"Help!" She began to howl, thrashing about andkicking chairs. I got up and tried to stop her from throwing herself againstthe glass window. "Somebody help me please! Let me go, you rapist! Help!"