Make me Yours

Part 5. His Addiction

"Rachel?" Matt grunted, his voice, a bit rough around the edges but otherwise smooth.

The moment he came in, his eyes searched for hers. As always his dear secretary had made herself home in her chair, looking sharp in the suit she wore. There was something different about her, however, that he couldn't put a pin on. Lately, he has been trying hard to talk to her, wanting to hear the soft honeyed voice, but she was avoiding him. It irked him even though he didn't show it.

"Yes, sir?" She nervously smiled, her fingers wrung together. Her eyes were focused on his tie instead of meeting his stare. Did he do something? Matt thought.

He strode towards her desk, his eyes examining the petite woman in front of him.

Matt stared at the pile in the corner. They were to be thrown in the storage, but he wanted to try something. Clearing his throat, he schooled his expressions.

"Rachel I want you to sort and organise these," Hw demanded, pointing at the waste pile. "You need to go through them and fix all my mistakes found in them. Got it?"

The way that Rachel looked away looked down, evading his eyes was very telling. He was sure that she was doing it purposely. An ugly feeling spread into his chest. It should be easy for him to ignore it because she's his secretary and nothing more. But Matt was troubled by the fact. Frustrated that she won't chance to look at him, Matt turned and walked away to his chair.

"Bring me my coffee. Why is it not on my table yet?" He barked at her, hoping to get some sort of reaction but she bent her head down. A sigh left his lips when she exited the room. What was going on with her?

Earlier she used to preen at him, look at him like he hung moon and stars but now nothing! He enjoyed having her attention and making her smile or blush over silly things.

The frustration of not having her eyes dare to risk looking at him while seeing her in those tight pencil skirt was going straight to his cock. After the incident where he accidentally walked in on her, Matt cannot stop thinking about her. The shape of her body and imagining those long legs wrapped around his hips. He was so gone!

The moment she entered the room with his coffee, he sat up straight, almost red in the face for having dirty thoughts about his secretary. Rachel was also his friend, atleast he thought that so it revolted him. She will never talk to him if she finds out about half the things going on in his mind.

"Rach" He stopped her as she was about to turn.

"Sir?"

He met her eyes, "Are you cross with me or something?"

Her orbs widened, "No! No sir"

Her fingers nervously tugged at the shirt the way she does so often. It made him narrow his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, sir...I have a lot of thing on my mind but trust me. I am not upset with you" She licked her lips nervously. Matt followed the moment, almost feeling his throat dry at her plump pink shiny lips. He had this intense urge of leaning forward and kissing her lips, but he held back.

Matt awkwardly cleared his throat, his shoulders sagging down in relief. "Good"
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Matt was horny. He was frustrated because of his desire to fuck his pretty little assistant and no way of letting it out. Picking someone else seemed wrong, so he decided to do one thing he would regret. Surf for cam girls. His high school self would be so proud of him.