Page 18 of The Assistant
My head is poundingwhen I wake up in the morning. I’m still in my work clothes from the night before, and the taste of whiskey is stale in my mouth. I sit up on my elbows and blink a few times, trying to remember what happened. I had a god-awful meeting with Marcus, an Italian client who has been talking to a competitor that’s trying to undercut our contract. I opened the bottle when we got off the phone to de-stress, and I didn’t stop drinking.
Then there’s Harper...
I took her virginity last night.
I know I should feel bad about it. I should regret what I did, but I don’t. How can I regret something that felt so right? My mind immediately wanders to the perfect shape of her ass bent over my desk, and the musical melody of her moans reverberating through my office.
I would give anything to have that again right now, and I can’t wait until the next time I get to fuck her like that.
Our contract is for an entire year. That’s one whole year she’ll be at my beck and call. I can make her squirm just like I did last night. Just the thought of it makes my entire body tingle with excitement.
I slide out of the bed and immediately climb in the shower, finding myself wondering what sultry little outfit Harper is going to choose today. I’m glad I got rid of all her baggy clothes because everything she was fitted for at the boutique is form-fitting enough to show off her incredible curves.
Maybe I should implement a no bra policy at the office? Wouldn’t that be a sight to see?
I hop out of the shower, once again hard at the mere thought of Harper. I manage to get myself under control as I slip on a work suit for the day. Harper is already in the kitchen waiting for Maggie to finish making breakfast.
She looks up at me when I open the door, but she doesn’t say anything. I don’t know if I expected her to jump up and wrap her arms around me, kiss me and tell me that last night was the best night she’s ever had. But I definitely don’t expect her to act like nothing happened.
“Good morning,” she says, folding her arms in front of her and looking toward Maggie.
“Morning,” I reply, taking a seat as Maggie hands me a cup of steaming hot coffee. I take a sip and let the warmth wash through me while my eyes study Harper.
Of course she’s in another form-fitting pencil skirt that I can’t wait to rip off of her and a white blouse that I can just make out the red bra underneath.
“Today you have a meeting with Penelope Banks at Saffron House. She emailed last night to confirm, and I sent her a message informing her you’ll be there. She wants to discuss collaborating on a project,” Harper says, looking over her iPad and skimming through my daily briefing.
Does she not want to talk about what happened? A smile forms on my lips as I think about that. She seems uncomfortable talking about the subject altogether. But I suppose that’s a brilliant way for me to make her squirm a little more.
“After the meeting with Penelope, you have an hour—” Harper continues, still not looking at me.
“Harper, don’t act like you didn’t come on my dick a few hours ago,” I interrupt. She drops the iPad on the counter and looks at me with shock in her eyes. She immediately glances over at Maggie, who is still cooking breakfast, seemingly not fazed whatsoever.
“Are you serious? Maggie is right there,” Harper says through gritted teeth. Her fists are balled in front of her, and I can see the fury in her eyes. It only amuses me more.
“Trust me, I pay her enough for her discretion,” I say, leaning forward on my elbows and sipping my coffee. “Besides, she’s heard much worse.”
Harper doesn’t say another word. Instead, she turns to her coffee with bright red cheeks and closes her iPad, intending not to say anything else to me.
I have her right where I want her. Taunting her and teasing her, making her uncomfortable like this is oddly satisfying. It doesn’t hurt that she’s so easily upset.
Maggie finishes making the both of us breakfast, and we eat in silence as she excuses herself. Harper is more uncomfortable with each passing minute, but she knows better than to say anything about it. Not if she wants her precious art school paid for.
The driver arrives. I let her run first, studying the round shape of her ass as she bends over and climbs in the car. It takes every ounce of restraint in me not to grab her by the waist and fuck her in the limo right now.
I could fuck her just about anywhere. I would have done it on the kitchen counter in front of Maggie if I had it my way. It’s hard to think about anything other than the way it felt being inside her last night. I want it again, and I can’t wait for the next moment I get to feel her.
“Come with me,” I say as we get to the office, and Harper starts walking toward her own. She hesitates for a moment, clearly not knowing exactly what’s going to happen when she is alone with me in my office but reluctantly follows.
I take a seat behind my desk, and she stands in front of it with her iPad held in front of her.
“Is there something you need?” Harper asks with a hint of sharpness in her voice.
“Aside from you?” I ask, leaning back and letting my eyes scan her body. Her cheeks turn red again, and she forces a professional smile on her face. She looks over her shoulder at the door and back toward me, clearly wanting to leave. “You’re coming with me to Saffron House, and I need to give you some information about Miss Banks.”
I gesture for her to take a seat across from me at the desk, and she hesitates before doing just that. When she’s seated, I walk around the desk and lean against the corner, the very place I had her bent over the night before when I fucked her silly. Harper looks up at me with apprehensive eyes that only make the excitement in my chest grow.
“Penelope is a good client, so I always do everything I can to make her happy,” I begin, trailing off about the kind of business I’ve done with Penelope in the past. The entire time, I watch Harper as she tries to back away from me as subtly as she can.
