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Chapter Two - Harper
I’ve got a conference call with Boston in a few minutes, and all I can think about is the new receptionist.
I don’t mix business with pleasure. It’s not professional. I didn’t become one of the top architects in the city by going around and screwing my staff. I don’t have time for that.
No way. I’ve been able to build my business and get onTime Out’s Thirty Under Thirty through hard work, dedication, and focus. Not by screwing my staff, and most certainly not by having a girlfriend.
But this time, I couldn’t help myself. The way she stood up to me was incredible. Most of the time, if I say something cross to one of the secretaries, they’ll scowl and look away, or apologize and go out of their way to be nice to me and try to make me like them.
It’s cute, but it’s getting old. I just want them to treat me like I’m a regular guy.
I’m not an asshole. I just seem like an asshole. I don’t think it’s unreasonable of me to expect the best from the people I work with. I employ them, and I should expect that they conduct themselves in a certain way.
I loved the way Rebecca conducted herself. And when I pretended to not know her name, the way she proudly announced it was perfect.
Of course I know her name. I noticed her right away, and I know everyone who works for me.
I noticed her little ass in that pencil skirt the first day she sauntered into the office. A young woman like her doesn’t need to do much to get noticed.
So I thought I’d be nice and get her some supplies from the stockroom. But when I saw her down on the floor in the break room, I just couldn’t help myself. My mind went to her on the floor under my desk with my cock in her mouth and my hands on the back of her head, calling her a good girl while she licks up and down every inch of me.
I wish I’d come up with something a little bit better, but in the moment, that’s all I could think of. And anyway, if she wants, there will be more time for me to write dirty notes to her. I already have some ideas.
But I’ll let her make the next move. She knows where I stand. Now I just need to know where she stands.
My desk or hers? Out in public, where someone could catch us, or in the privacy of my office.
I’ll let her decide.
This is perfect. A little mix of business and pleasure. Keep it cool and casual, and keep my head in my work.
She won’t say no.
“Mr. Harper?” Joanna’s voice comes through my phone. It’s time for my call with Boston.
“Yeah, send them through. Thanks,” I say, looking out through my glass wall at the reception desk where Joanna and Rebecca are sitting. Rebecca’s got a pretty little smirk on her face, and she’s looking down at her lap. Oh, now she’s grabbing a pen and paper.
Won’t be long now.
