Page 25 of A Little Red
The Desk
Scarlet
Scarlet hurried from the Evans meeting to get to Liam’s office. The meeting had been an absolute snooze fest, which was why Liam had bailed in the first place, leaving her to take notes. Ever since he’d found out about her MBA, he’d gleefully shuffled off all of the tasks he disliked, but were normally out of bounds for a secretary, to her. He kept claiming he was shamelessly using her, except that he was also showing her real-world applications of all the things that had been theoretical in school. She felt like the skills section of her resume had taken a giant leap forward in the few weeks that he’d been “taking advantage of her.” He had also said that on the next resume she should put him as a reference and fudge her job title. And that next resume was going to be today.
During the morning break-down, Brett Hubbard had been blabbing on about Kadry Environmental Consultants and how annoying they were and how it was annoying that everyone was using them and how ultra, ultra-annoying it was that they were doing so well that they were going to be hiring. Brett, with his overly gelled hair, perfectly white teeth, and fake tan, had a lot of nerve talking about how annoying anyone else was considering that she was pretty sure his picture was listed in the dictionary next to the word. But if he helped her get a job, even accidentally, she would forgive him. She’d placed a quick phone call over to their HR as her secretarial self and inquired where to send a resume. It was amazing what information could be had by talking secretary to secretary. Now she needed to get her resume in order. There was half a chance she could have a new job by New Years.
She went into Liam’s office and carefully shut the door with a casual nonchalance. Then bounced over to the desk in a way that was anything but casual. He looked up from his computer with a laugh.
“Kadry Environmental is hiring! I’m going to apply. You’ll look over my resume, right?”
“Yeah, of course,” he said, still looking bemused. “Kadry’s what… consulting? Telling other companies how to be more environmentally friendly?”
“Yes! They’re perfect for me! I already texted Azure and she gives them a three and a half evergreen’s out of five. And I kind of think that in order to get five evergreens from Azure you’d have to grow your own hemp so workers could weave their own clothes, only hire illegal immigrants while paying them a living wage, and power everything off solar, wind, and the farts of cows.”
Liam burst out laughing.
“So three and half is really good is what I’m saying. And the job doesn’t go out to the public for another week, and the HR secretary said that if my candidate got her resume in this week she would be considered first!”
“Ah, yourcandidate, right,” said Liam, his eyes twinkling.
“Exactly!”
“Well, where’s this resume? Let’s get going!”
“Printed,” she said, whipping it out of her stack of papers and sliding it across the desk.
“OK,” he said, yanking a pen out of his desk caddy, and clicking it aggressively. “Are you ready for the red pen of doom?”
“Yes,” she said. “As long as I get the job, I don’t care how much red ink you bleed on it.”
“You say that now, but later, when we’re naked, I’m going to be paying for this,” he said, looking at the paper.
“We’ll see,” said Scarlet, perching on the edge of his desk and hitching up her skirt. For every red mark he made she pulled the hemline up a little further.
He eyed her thighs and deliberately circled a comma. She pulled up her skirt again, so that a glimmer of red cotton showed. It was the Christmas season so she had purchased panties with snowflakes that glittered. She felt a little guilty since glitter was a microplastic, but it was the first glitter purchase she’d made in a decade and she thought that the look in Liam’s eye made it worth it. He underlined an entire phrase and drew an arrow, so she lifted her skirt high enough that he could see the soft mound between her thighs had a snowflake right where she wanted him to put his lips.
“I’m not sure what that’s supposed to incentivize,” he said, slapping the pen down as he made it to the end of the document. He reached out and swung her around to his side of the desk. He parted her legs and began to kiss along her thighs, making her shiver.
“It’s to make sure you’re doing a thorough job,” she said breathlessly, as she unbuttoned her blouse.
“Some stuff needs to be re-organized,” he said coming up to her breasts. His tongue delved into her demi bra, pulling the nipple above the lacy edge. It peeped there, stiff in anticipation. He sucked at it, and tipped the other cup down with his finger so both breasts were free. “You need to play up the diversity angle,” he said, coming up to eye-level to kiss her lips, “and your college environmental commitments that you’re currently minimizing. But basically, it’s a solid resume.”
His hands plunged upward along her hips and found the edge of her panties. He pulled her off the desk just enough for him to remove the offending undergarments and then he pushed her back and licked along her thigh, ending with a tongue flick tantalizing at the edge of her pussy. She was never sure what exactly he did down there that was so magical, but she got wet just thinking about the things his mouth could do. He looked up at her, making eye contact as his tongue parted the folds of her labia. Scarlet let out a little involuntary moan and arched back, spreading her legs further and closing her eyes. He had his hands on her hips, controlling her body as his tongue made her roll and shake. She bit her lips, trying to keep herself from moaning as the intense pressure began to build inside her. She let out a shaky breath of air that she hadn’t known she was holding and gasped, preparing for the sweetness of her climax, when Liam grabbed her by the hips and hauled her off the desk and pulled her to the ground.
“Brett!” he hissed, shoving her into the footwell of his desk.
Scarlet crouched by Liam’s feet and realized that her ass was still fully uncovered as Liam’s door opened. She knew that the wooden apron of the desk was covering her situation, but she also knew that if he got a glimpse at the four inches of air between the floor and desk, he would at least see her feet.
“Hey Liam!” barked Brett. “You got a sec?”
“Yeah, sure,” said Liam, kicking her underwear under the desk and scooping her resume into a drawer in one move.
“What do you think about Grant’s moves on the Applecourt thing?” asked Brett, pulling out the guest chair across the desk from Liam and flopping into it. Scarlet used the noise he was making to hurriedly adjust her skirt and shove her breasts back into her bra.
“What do you mean?” asked Liam, scooting all the way into his desk. She was now pressed between his legs. She shifted awkwardly, looking for space, and then gave up and leaned against his thigh.
“Well, I don’t know,” said Brett, in his peeved voice. He was always peeved about something. “He’s being so conservative about everything. I get it, yeah, the FBI is all over everyone. Are they questioning you, by the way?”
