Heated desires

Meet greet and more?

Urgggg! Shylone yell in frustration as she bumped into Carl. Shylone week has been beyond stressful and although she finally got her first big break toward her career, things seem to get more chaotic.

In just this morning she woke up late, couldn't find her lose slacks and navy blue shirt so instead she had to settle for her friend smugly fitted short skirt and her blue blouse that slightly enhanced her perky breast and her electric blue eyes.

To many people this would be a good time to prance around and show off your assets, but to Shylone this was the worse day of her career. today was her first day working for the owner of the company, her boss, he is known of his strict and intimidating ways.

As a matter of fact his last secretary Layla was fired for having too many items on display, if you catch my drift.

"Whoah, calm down Shylone! what's got you pmsing this fine morning?" Carl jokingly question, as he gently grab hold of Shylone's tensed shoulders, trying to get her to relax. staring into his almost golden eyes, she began to succumb.

Carl was one of the most handsome man that worked at the company, even though he asked Shylone out on a date when she first began working and she gently rejected him, he still talk to her as if it all never happened.

At first, their conversations were awkward whenever they talked, but after Carl shared his darkest secret with her, everything seem to be more, let's say relaxed at times.

Carl, admitted to being bisexual, however in recent months he's confirmed to being just plain out... gay. well he didn't say it, but Shylone never saw him look at a women, or man for that matter.

Howver, he said he was bisexual and he's never showed any interest in women therefore he must be gay, and the only reason he doesn't show interest in man was simply because he was still in the closet. It was the inky theory Shylone could think of.

"Don't worry gorgeous, Darly is in the break room fixing his coffee just how he likes it."

"How does Darly know how he likes his coffee?" Shylone suspiciously ask.

"Well Layla and Darly wasn't best friends but they were associates, close enough to know each other morning routines."

Practically running into he the break room the loud clicking if my heels began to annoy me. It's like eating an apple or chips in a classroom and every time you chew you could swear the entire class can clearly hear you.

I wrap my arms Around Darly's slender waist, thanking her for helping me. Without uttering another word, I scampered into Mr. Schmidt office.

Empty !

Damit, annoyed and relieved I took the coffee back to my desk and began my daily work, as I wait for my boss to Arrive.

As my boss saunter into my office I quickly stand up to greet him for the first time. "Good morning Mr. Schmidt." I hold out my hand toward his decaf coffee hopping to make a good impression on my first day. He takes the drink and sips it, giving me an approval nod as he finishes his sip. Silently I thank my best friend Darly for helping and I silently set a reminder to ask her how he likes his coffee.

Taking in my boss appearance for the first time I felt intimidated, his piercing blue eyes and messy blonde hair fit his strong jaw bone, perfect pink lips and tan skin. Chin up, his chiseled chest is pushed out, letting his tailor suit show his masculine figure.

Suddenly I hear a throat clear pulling me out of my heated thoughts. Nervously glancing up I catch a hint of a smirk on my boss face. Shoot! I really hope he didn't notice me checking him out. I return his smirk with a friendly yet professional smile.

He looks at me expectantly, I have no idea why he's giving me that look. He slowly walks over to me leaving little space between us. "Miss. Call we're you not able to comprehend my simple task while checking me out?" I swallow my spit not knowing what to do in this situation. I hate not being in control of myself; I feel so weak and helpless.

He closes the distance between us causing me to stumble back against the wall. He follows pressing his body against mine.

We were way to close for comfort and the fact that he is my boss totally kept me from writhing against him. There was literally two options in this case: one, push him away, scream Bloody Mary! And lose my good paying job because he does own the company and let's face it, he can do whatever the hell he wants. The second option is let it all play out and do my vest with the cards I've been handed.

Going against my better judgment I take the later option, keeping my posture, expression, and voice professional.

"Is there anything else I can do for you sir?"

"Oh, yes! There is actually quite a few things I have in mind that you can do for me, and when you're done in sure I can think of more." A twinkling spark shines in his eyes. Wow! I definitely set myself up for that one.

This man was without a doubt , handsome, but he was also very arrogant. He was probably a jock in high school. The no brains and constant flirtatious attitude gave it all away.

I bite my tongue, trying to hold back the string of profanities threatening to spill. Two problems I always seem tj have ways: a very short temper; I inherited my temper from my dad. And lastly, when the going got tough, I pack my bag and my tail between my legs and run as if my life depended in it.

This egotistical man made me want to do both at the same damn time! He fucking infuriated me with his cocky smirk and inappropriate words. Hell I'm starting to wonder of Layla was really fired for setting her assets on display!

Exhaling a deep breath I had no ideal I was holding, wiggle from him, and going under his arm.

"Uh, I'll go and finish filing these files call me if you need me" my voice came out much more softer than I intended and I felt weak and pathetic.

Mentally I slapped my self for the lack if control.

As I began to walk away masculine hand grabbed my wrist gently, but sternly yanking me back.

" I don't believe I dismissed you." He states with an arch eyebrow, his warm minty breath hitting my cheek sending unwanted shivers of pleasure down my cheek all the way to my toes.

His masculine smell filled my nostrils with nature and a manly musk, something only a true man could pull off.

Hell everything about this man screams real ! And dangerous !

"Uh, sorry sir." I mumble, finally coming to the terms that here I play submissive or worse will come.

He releases his grip on my hand and smirk at me. "Good! You're a fast learner I see." As I make my way toward the door trying to gain as much distance between us as possible, I feel his large hand smack my butt "call me Luke."