“How dare you thrash me like that Freen?” Becky lifts up Freen’s shirt slightly to come into contact with her abs, “how dare you?”
Freen shrieks when she feels Becky’s warm touch rubbing on her stomach, “You were ruining my life. I couldn’t let you.”
Becky lightly chuckles on the side of Freen’s neck, pressing her body against Freen’s back even more, “What about you? I didn’t humiliate you like that when you ruined my life.”
“When did I ever do that?” Freen’s breathing pace quickens. “When did I ever ruin your life?”
Becky turns Freen around, pressing her chest against Freen’s chest. They were so close that their faces were almost touching, dangerously too close. Becky’s respiration brush against Freen’s quivering lips.
Becky runs her tongue over her lips; moisten as if getting ready to kiss Freen any second now. “Are you sure you want to be my assistant?” she whispers.
“Why are you asking?” Freen whispers back.
Becky smiles devilishly as she claps her arms further around Freen’s waist and pull her in closer to her. Freen whimpers.
“You will be around me every day until sunsets and at times, late at night inside of this office. You will see me every wakening day and breathe me twenty-four/seven. Are you sure about that?” Becky cocks her head to the side and leans forward; now the small edge of their wavering lips merely touching each other.
“So? It comes with the territory; that’s my job to stand beside you.” Freen answers.
Becky bites her lips, “We have history Freen. Things may happen. And if they do, I’m not holding back.” She breathes.
“Rest assured that you don’t faze me in the least bit.” Freen lies.
Becky smirks, lifting one side of her lips, “Oh yeah?” she moans breathily as she unclasps her arms around Freen’s waist to run her hands up and down Freen’s back slowly. A few seconds later, she tentatively lifts the back of her shirt and places the warm palm of her hands on her back, making contact with Freen’s skin. All the while, Becky takes into account Freen’s low whimpering and shaking body pressed against hers. Her eyes look down at Freen’s lips, “Baby, your body says otherwise,” she whispers as she continues running her hands on Freen’s back, “your lips are quivering and I haven’t even kissed you.” Becky leans her head forward then pull back just as quick when Freen leaned forward to grab her lips.
Freen scowls at herself for letting Becky touch her like this. What the fuck is she doing? But it’s not like she can move either even if she wanted to.
Becky got her under a spell.
“Your breath is shaky and uneven.” Becky whispers as she feels Freen’s chest elevation against her own chest, “you’re trembling,” she says as she descends one of her hands further down Freen’s back, “you’re shaking Freen…” Becky reaches Freen’s rear and tightly squeezes it, Freen loudly moans as she closes her eyes and moistening her lips, “your skin grew warm and flustered…” Becky inhales and then exhales the air around Freen, feeling the heat rising up quickly inside of her too but she restrains herself. “Tomorrow, nine am; don’t be late; or I give you the boot.” She pulls away from Freen and walks back to her desk.
Freen stands a few seconds more against the door with her eyes still close and lips very much still apart, waiting for someone else’s lips. What the fuck! She got me all hot! Freen was still breathless. That’s some serious sexual harassment shit going on right now.
Before she could leave her office, Becky tells her as she maliciously smirks at Freen, “You know what? Come to think of it, I think I’ll enjoy being your boss Freen Chankimha so,” she takes two big yellow binders off her desk and walks over to Freen and hands them to her, “I want you to review this project plan on how to increase profits in the next quarter of this year for the Conglomerate as a whole and the yearly report of this company’s financial revenue along with last year’s financial crash for the investment meeting at the end of this week, on Thursday. And do a whole research on the inflation and deflation of the financial market and the real estate market within the city of Dallas. I want the project plan and yearly report, on my desk, first thing tomorrow morning and the research by early Thursday morning as soon as you come to work. And if they are not on time, consider yourself fired. You have exactly two days. I’m strict on punctuality Chankimha.
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FanfictionContinuing on from We're engaged......really! After being brought back from their escape, Mrs. Armstrong devises a plan that separates them both for a while. They go through a nasty break up. Freen and Becky then both go their separate ways and live...
