Personal assistant

Risky business

"Black"

Sofia replied, as I rifled through her office at dragon's lair, top to bottom. How on earth was I supposed to find a black file in here, the room which was so dark it was basically black itself. I didn't want to point out how hopeless this was, and carried on looking. By some miracle, we may happen upon it if we persist I guess. She was ripping open drawer after drawer, papers being scattered as a tornado of angst was unleashed on them. We had been at this for almost an hour now, and as much as I understood the importance of locating this file, she needed a break. A thought occurred to me, and I grinned behind her wickedly. I approached, and snaked my arms round her torso, pulling her into me. Her head flicked to the side, and I detected a smile on those stunning features, even if her tone remained stern.

"Don't start, we have things to do."

"You took the words right out of my mouth,"

I playfully answered, and Sofia pulled away to face me directly, looking unimpressed by my advances.

"Why speak when my mouth is so much better... elsewhere."

I hinted, and she shook her head defiantly, insisting now wasn't the time, but I could see that blaze behind her iris'. I knew what it meant when she swallowed like that. She wanted me bad, words couldn't mask her true feelings anymore, I knew her too well.

"Lana, no one's even supposed to know that we're here after lock-up, take your hands off me and let's just keep searching."

I pulled my top over my head, casting it to the growing paper file. Her eyes snapped shut, and she demanded I put my shirt back on. 

I took her hands, she inhaled sharply in response. I guided them to my breasts, and she reluctantly stopped fighting me, her head dropping backwards with a loud sigh. 

"You don't take no for an answer do you?"

"Not when I know what's best for you,"

I giggled, pushing her towards the desk. She finally allowed me, kissing my lips with a raw hunger I hadn't seen on her in a while. It only fronted when she craved me like a drug, she was impossibly hot in this state. Grazing my hand over her thighs, I pulled at the button on her pants and dragged down the zipper slowly. She snatched at my waist, her body covering me as her tongue found its way into my mouth. Frenzied, I hauled at her waistband, forcing it down her body to reveal her underwear. Her hands were in my hair, kissing all down my neck as I caressed her through the thin fabric. I glided my hand into her panties, and she stuttered against my mouth, grip on my jaw suddenly turning vice-like. 

"Shh,"

I reminded her, we needed to be quiet, or someone may hear and...

A rap on the door shot shades of fear through me, and I scrambled out of her underwear.

'Fuck!'

I mouthed, and despite my urgency, the businesswoman remained calm, taking control. She pointed down to the space beneath her desk and I dove, I didn't need to be told twice. She rushed to collect my shirt, and stuffed it down with me whilst reaching for her pants. The handle made a weighted sound as it turned, and she slammed into her seat. I heard her pick up a pen and furiously start scribbling nonsense on a sheet of paper in front of her. As she rolled her chair in, I was encased in darkness, her legs allowed little light as I was pressed up against the back wall of her rustic bureau.

"Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt Miss Bardot, one of the security team reported hearing multiple drawers and cupboards being opened, we thought someone had broken in."

She swivelled in her chair, responding apologetically and smoothly.

"I should have let the staff know I would be catching up on some extra work today," she explained, and thanked the security for his time.