"Good morning, Mr. Anderson!" The ear-bleeding reverence I was receiving each morning repeating countlessly until I reached my office. Despite my morning poker face, I still responded a nod.
As the elevator stopped at the last floor, my office floor, my newly hired secretary greeted me. Jean? As I could recall.
"Good morning, Mr. A.," she greeted coquettishly. Not bad.
"'Morning. Michael said you already finished the papers?"
"Yes sir, I already did." She answered me while nibbling the red-polished nail of her index finger. Trying hard.
I'd shifted my body closer to her so that I could reach for her right ear. Whispering, "You're doing a good job."
Her eyes had sailed down the bulge behind my zipper.
I held her hand and layed it flat on it. "Silly," I whispered and then walked past her.
Damned, fooled. Smiling fiendishly, I headed towards my office.
...
I was taking a break from my sick paper works and blood-draining appointments. My long-time partner in business and crime was also here, Michael Kurt. But I called him Mac.
"Jean's hot, isn't she?" Mac asked matter-of-factly while lying on my black-leathered couch. Just feeling the comfort of home in my office.
"Yeah, she's hot." Lifelessly, I replied. He laughed.
I hefted my feet on my table. I was dead tired.
"Damn. I'm erecting, bro. Imagining the scene when she lies face first on my office table while I'm fuckin' her hard. Very hard..."
Yeah, she was hot, but that slutty kind of hot. She just tasted cliché, undoubtedly. And such kind of woman was not on playlist. Thus, she fell on the least of my concern in this building.
(Thud!)
Damn. Mac threw me his pen. "Fuck, man!"
He laughed. "I know you want her. But if you're not gonna have some good time with her til the next hour, well I'm gonna do the move." He wiggled his brows like a sassy bitch. I laughed.
"Sure, do the move. Then let's see whose table she's gonna lie butt-hoisted." I joked. T'was my turn to wink.
"Deal accepted."
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A/N: Hello, everyone! This is my first story here in Wattpad, and I'm finding it hard to establish a great chapter and to stitch together my plot. So, I'm willing to accept your suggestions. Just don't be harsh. Hahaha. Please, I need your help. Every word is much appreciated. And sorry for the short opening chapters. : )
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