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“And he wants me in his office? Have I done something wrong?”
“I don’t know,” he says impatiently. “Have you?”
“All I’ve done is get the coffee,” I protest. “It’s my first day. I haven’t been here long enough to do anything wrong.”
He taps his foot. His arms are crossed over his chest. He raises an eyebrow at me like he’s trying to decide whether to throw me out with the trash.
“I hope, for your sake, that that’s true, Claire. I really do.” The tone of his voice doesn’t sound like he hopes it’s true at all. “Now come on. Or are you planning on keeping Hugo waiting all morning?”
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Hugo
Claire walksinto my office looking like a deer in headlights. I wave Brad away with a flick of my hand. When the door clicks closed, it’s just the two of us, alone in my office.
“Take a seat,” I say, not lifting my eyes from the sheets of paper in front of me. Her application letter.
I must have read it a million times already. I practically know it off by heart.
She sits down on the other side of my desk. I have to use all my self-control not to look at her.
My heart is beating faster than when I work out at the gym. Just being near this woman has every cell in my body buzzing.
I didn’t know we were getting a new intern. Not until she showed up this morning. But, now I can’t think of anything else. I’m obsessed.
Eventually, I put my pen down on the century-old, polished wood. I look at her and scratch my stubble-covered chin. Imagining what it would be like to have my face buried between her legs. To have her pussy in my mouth. Wet. Tender. Quivering with every touch of my tongue.
My cock’s as hard as a rock. This woman is truly something else. So beautiful it makes a sunrise look like a cheap, motel painting.
“Your dad,” I say. “He went to prison for assaulting a man at a gas station?”
Her mouth falls open. She tries to reply, but no words leave her lips.
“He was a vet?”
“Yes,” she stammers. There are tears welling up in her eyes.
I wanted to play with her. To wield my power over her and then come to the rescue. But now she’s sitting in front of me, I realize I can't do it. This is a real woman, with real feelings. She’s not some toy I can pick up and play with. Not emotionally, anyway.
Although, later, I definitely plan on picking her up. And there will almost certainly beplayinginvolved.
Foreplay.
Tongue play.
Pussy play.
Cock Play.
Titty Play.
What can I say? I’m a playful kind of guy.
But first, I’m gonna have to start treating her with the kind of respect she deserves. If I want her to be the woman in my life - which I do - then it’s time I start treating her like the goddess she truly is.
“Okay.” I stand up and put my jacket on. For a few moments, I keep my back to her. Until the hard-on in my pants has softened enough for it not to be obscene. “Let’s go.”
I walk to the door and turn the handle. Claire’s still sitting down. Startled. Wondering what the heck is going on.
