I turned on my heels slowly, biting my lower lip seductively. When his eyes met mine, I could see the confused look in them. He is probably wondering what I was still doing here. I'll show him.
I slowly began unbuttoning my blouse, my eyes never leaving his. He furrows his brow. "What the hell are you doing!?" He asked.
"I can show you better than I can tell you" I replied. His eyes grew wide as I took off my blouse.
"No stop, stop! Just stop!" He commanded, turning his face to the other side to avoid looking at me. He is saying stop, but I know he doesn't actually want me to stop. He is just playing hard to get, he needs a little push.
"Just stop? Or Don't stop?" I ask, slowly making my way around his table to his seat. Using my index finger, I slowly brought his face up to look at me. "Answer me" I demanded, but he said nothing.
I'm just in my black bra and black short leather skirt, displaying my breast and flat stomach. His eyes slowly went from my belle ring to my breast.
I smirked at the way his eyes lingered on my breast. I get that always, I have great boobs by the way...this is going to be too easy. Just the intensity of his eyes on my breast had me so aroused.
My nipples are painfully hard against my bra, I can't wait to feel his lips on them.He silently watched me as I sat on the huge mahogany table, spreading my legs wide open for him.
He gazed at me with zero expression, I can't tell what he is thinking. This is the moment he is supposed to rip my panties off and fuck me against his table.
"Now I see how you got your previous jobs Miss Jones" he said in a low tone. A small smile graced my lips.
"Yeah, like I said Luck. Now, let's get down to real business Mr Alessandro. Tell me what you really want from me"
"You mean aside from a 4.5 GPA? Well for starters, determination, agility, perseverance. Hell, I was ready to employ you if I had seen some kind of potential even if you're a college dropout. But, you're clearly a slut."
I giggle "I know that already. I also know you want this slut" I whispered the last part in his ears.
He silently watched me with a straight face as I slowly reached inside my skirt and took out my purple thong. I twirled it in my index finger. I noticed his expression had turned dark.
"Get that shit off my face!" he barked, tossing my hand away from his face. My thong fell to the corner of the large office as he tossed my hand away. Okay this man is going to need a lot more work than I expected.
I didn't even have to do this much to seduce my previous bosses. Most of them offered me sex without me putting any effort to seduce them. I wonder why he is being so stubborn.
Well, Katie and Sky did say he was a tough man to handle, but then again, there is no nut I can't crack.Flipping my wavy blonde hair to my back, I sat on his lap before he could stop me. With my chest facing him, I straddled him. His intoxicating scent transported me from the harsh realties of my world, to a different dimension.
"I can see you're fucking crazy" he says in a low tone, still making no attempt to push me away.
"Yeah, I'm crazy over you" I cringed at how cheesy I sounded. I can never be crazy for this arrogant bastard, but anything to get the dick.
I wrapped my hands around his neck and leaned in slowly to kiss him. His next words stopped me just as I was about to place my lips on his.
"You still smell like vomit to me" he says in barely a whisper. My eyes grew wide in shock as I pulled back. He scrunched up his nose in disgust as he watched me.
He didn't buy my lies. I can't believe he actually recognized me. My breathing accelerated. I wish the ground can open up and swallow me this instance.
I gasped as he swiftly gripped my jaw, glaring at me.
"Now listen to me you brainless whore. This is an office not a brothel. I don't know if you're blind or just mentally deranged, but I hope you can see the ring on my finger. I love my wife so much. This cheap stunt of yours won't work on me. Now get your stupid ass off me and get the hell out of my building!" he spat venomously.
As the anger in his eyes intensifies, so did his grip on jaw. I can't believe I'm sitting topless on a man's lap and all he can do is to grip my jaw painfully. What happened to ripping my bra off and fucking me with that same energy. There is no reasonable explanation for his behavior, except he is gay or his prick isn't functioning.
I struggled against his hold before he jerked my head backwards and released his hold on my jaw. I scurried to my feet with my heart pounding hard against my ribcage.
He adjusted his tie and continued with the file on his table, totally ignoring my presence. How can he just act normal after what he just did to me. Ouch! My jaw still hurts like hell.
What kind of man is this? Are there cameras in here or what? I don't understand how he can just reject my advances like that.
Men usually fight over me not fight me. I served myself to him on a platter and he just treated me like trash.
I huff "Why are you so fucking arrogant? You're the mentally deranged person here, not me" I said angrily.
He paused, turning his head to look at me. His eyes went from my head to my toes. "Looking at the both of us right now, you're the one who looks like a crazy person. I mean have some decency and dress properly for fucks sake"
I scoff "Why? Are you getting distracted?" I asked, planting my hands on my hips.
He shakes his head "You are so unbelievable" he says.
"I've been horny since I stepped foot into your office Mr Alessandro and I'm not leaving until you do something about it" I say crossing my arms over my chest.
"Just shut up and get the fuck out of my office" he snaps.
"Sorry, I don't like being told what to do.... unless I'm naked" I say, biting my lower lip. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. It seems he's tired of playing hard to get. He looks at me again.
"You know, I don't know what makes you so stupid, but it really works" he says smoothly, leaning back on his seat.
I frowned. "Don't you dare insult me"
"Oh I'm not insulting you honey, I'm simply describing you" he stated nonchalantly.
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His Other Woman
RomanceHe presses deeper into me, I meet his thrust this time, desperate for him to be closer. "Does this feel dead to you? Hmm?" he whispers, the tenor of his voice dark and sinful. A snarl forming on his face. He looks vicious and enticing at the same t...