REISS

6.The Handful

Damien Pov

"Yes sir." She affirmed.

I felt a zap of electricity swim through my body to my dick. My member started feeling excited. I never felt myself being turned on by anyone calling me sir. Everyone in my office addresses me as sir. If I'm to be turned on by being addressed as sir, I would have a boner throughout the day. Fuck. I didnt even have a sir kink. No roleplay nothing if the woman are into these things I don't object but personally I didn't have any roleplay kink .... I just fuck, and I do that pretty good. All the moans and screams that the women in my bed let out is the evidence of it.

Was it her voice?

She did have a soothing voice, it wasn't really that shrieky or a made-up baby voice. It was more of a mature kind, the one makes its way from your ears to your heart. I would love to listen her speak the whole time.

If her voice is exciting your dick, imagine what destruction her moans would do.

Get a hold of your horny self. She is not my type. You might as well get a release somewhere 'cause she will never agree to a casual fling. She seems too old school.

I shaked my dirty thoughts and muttered "Interesting."

I pushed my chair back and walked over to her. I wanted to get a good look at her. What was it about her that was turning me on? As I stood infront of her staring into her brown orbs, she started swaying.

What is she doing? Snake dance?

Her eyes fluttered shut and she was about to collapse when my hands as if on an instinct, caught her.

"Hey. Open you eyes." I lightly patted her cheeks. Her skin was softer than I remember.

This isn't the time for this, Idiot

I carried her bridal style to the couch nearby and gently placed her on it. I called Jennifer and told her to call the doctor in the building. I secretly hoped he hadn't left for his home as it was already 6. After some 10 minutes, doctor examined her and tested her blood sugar and blood pressure. He said it was low but not dangerously low and adviced her to give something to eat and drink when she gained consciousness.

I let out a sigh of relief as I plopped down on the chair opposite the couch.

Wait! Why are you relieved? Are you guilty?

Am I ?

After what she did. I did enjoy ghosting her in the name of interview for hours but to think I was worried about her as so unlike me. She didn't mention to Mr Blake what had happened between us. She just told him I rejected her because I felt she wasn't good enough for this job.

Why did she lie? Maybe because she is sensible. She knew its not good to mess with me. Whatever happened wasn't her fault but still...

I took the opportunity to stare at the girl who laid on the couch. She had a rich caramel skin, her lashes were long but not the fake eyelashes long. Just long enough to accentuate the beauty of her chocolate brown almond eyes. She had a small nose and pouty lips. I noticed she wasn't the type to put effort into make up. She was the natural kind.

She sure was handful.

Her brows furrowed slightly when I realised she might wake up so I fished out my phone from my pocket so that she doesn't cringe finding me staring at her when she woke up. I started scrolling through my mails.

"Sir." She called out in soft voice.

There she goes again. Does she know what she is doing to me? It cannot be.