Page 17 of His Secret Virgin
Inappropriate thoughts flooded my brain. I had to stop them before I did something totally unprofessional—and totally out of character. “I can see that you’ll work out well here.” Pushing the buzzer to summon Mrs. Kramer, I steadied myself to make sure she didn’t get any hint that I was quickly becoming enamored with young Emma.
After a swift knock, my assistant came in, her eyes trained on Emma. “Hello, I’m Mrs. Kramer. And what can I do for you, Mr. Taylor?”
“Well, you can ask Emma Hancock any questions you have as she’s your new assistant,” I told her.
She cocked one brow. “You’ve hired her already?”
“I did.” I supposed I’d aggravated her some by doing the hiring without her, and without her getting to even meet Emma beforehand. “She’s on a trial basis until we see which department she’ll be the happiest and most productive in. I wanted her under the very best tutelage, and that would mean working under you, Mrs. Kramer.”
Her ruffled feathers were smoothed with my words. “Oh well, of course. I would love to take her under my wing and show her how this company runs.”
“Good. She’s the daughter of that old friend of mine that I’ve just hired, Sebastien Hancock.” I pushed the notes I’d jotted down to the edge of the desk. “And I know this isn’t the usual protocol, but I want her to be issued these things. And please help her with appropriate office attire, please.”
Emma sat up, placing her hands on her knees as she looked at Mrs. Kramer. “I do have a very good idea of what to wear when working here. The trouble isn’t my fashion sense, exactly; it’s more my father’s approval and his idea of what is and isn’t appropriate.”
The way Mrs. Kramer looked at her told me she wasn’t sure about Emma. “How old are you, young lady?”
“Twenty,” Emma said with a certain amount of pride.
“Then you’re plenty old enough to wear what you want.” Mrs. Kramer took the note I’d written and placed it into the pocket of her skirt. “Office attire is the exact opposite of clothing that people would find offensive. If your father finds that the things I suggest for you are inappropriate, then he and I can have a discussion about it. You leave him to me, dear.”
Sitting back, Emma nodded her head cautiously. “I can’t say my father is going to be a fan of this, but thank you very much for helping me.”
I could see she was feeling a little nervous. “Don’t worry about your father, Emma. Mrs. Kramer and I are always professional when it comes to this company. I can promise you that neither of us will make your father uncomfortable. And may I say that I really admire that about you.”
“Admire what about me?” she asked with a puzzled expression.
“The way you care about your father’s feelings.” I had a feeling that beneath the child-like exterior, this one had a wealth of caring and loyalty beyond her years.
My brain abruptly took that moment to reminded me that her father had said he’d never let her date. And that fact led me to make some other assumptions about this young woman—she was probably still a virgin. My imagination grasped onto that thought and went a step further, thinking that she might never have been kissed either. And then my cock went and thought that she had very likely never experienced an orgasm, and all it wanted to do was help her out with that.
“Can I take her with me then, Mr. Taylor?” Mrs. Kramer asked, pulling me out of my sexual stupor.
“Yes!” my word came out a bit too enthusiastically, earning me an odd look from my assistant.
“Very well then.” She turned to look at Emma. “If you will follow me, we’ll get you all squared away. Today will be all about paperwork and issuing you everything you’ll need to be my assistant. Tomorrow we’ll get down to training you. By the end of the week, I think you’ll be all on your own. Won’t that be nice?”
Emma got up, following Mrs. Kramer out of my office. “That sounds great.”
My eyes were glued to her plump ass as it shifted back and forth underneath the loose-fitting dress. Closing my eyes, I said, “See you girls later, then.”
Emma’s voice had my eyes opening again as she said, “Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Taylor. I promise that I won’t disappoint you.”
“I’m sure you won’t.” Uncharacteristically, I waved at her. “Have a good first day, Emma Hancock.”
Mrs. Kramer let Emma walk out first and stopped just before closing the door. “I would like it if you called her Miss Hancock, sir.”
“Okay then, Mrs. Kramer.” I wondered if she’d picked up on my attraction, and that possibility embarrassed me a little.
“Thank you, sir.” She closed the door, leaving me alone with my terrible thoughts.
Placing my head in my hands, I had no idea what had just happened. A girl walked into my office with her father, dressed like an overgrown child, and my libido went off the charts.
Something had to be wrong with me. Maybe it had just been way too long since I’d had sex with a woman. Perhaps I’d have the same reaction to the next pretty face I came across.
I decided to see if that was indeed the case and got up to leave my office. As I strolled down the long hallway, my erection finally eased off, leaving me feeling much more comfortable.
When I got to the elevator to head down to the main floor, a very good-looking, age-appropriate woman stepped off of it. “Good morning, Mr. Taylor.”
