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Authors: Joan Michaels
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I’d enjoy having you straddling me on this chair, and moaning in my ear…
Jasmine blushes as she giggles, and grabs the paperwork coming up from the machine.
“Okay, it looks like I’ve got it all—I apologize again for disturbing you…I’ll close the door behind me…”
“Oh, no disturbance at all!” he assures. “In fact, that beautiful smile of yours will most definitely be the highlight of my day.”
Taking in a sharp breath heard across the room, blood rushes to Jasmine’s face as she tries to cover her flattered smile with the papers warm off the fax.
“Oh my God, that’s so sweet,” she chirps. “Thank you, sir—I’m really happy they placed me in your department.”
Leaning back in his chair, and smiling over at her as a plan begins to formulate in his mind, Mark replies,
“Once again, the pleasure is all mine.”
Jasmine turns around to leave, taking most of her sweet vanilla scent with her.
Wanting nothing more than to close his eyes, and stroke himself until he can no longer smell her in the air, Mark finds a way to control the urge as he focuses on what he feels is one of his most brilliant ideas ever.
If he couldn’t trust a pretty young thing outside of the company, he’d just have to find one inside the company who he was sure would keep his secret.
Now, to find out all he could about little Ms. Jasmine…
* * * * *
The next day finds Mark even more curious than the next.
He gets into the office earlier than usual, hoping for some lucky break at finding a lead on his new fantasy girl.
After taking several unnecessary trips to the men’s room (in order to scan the mostly empty office, in which the few people who are already in give him surprised looks), he finds a face that makes him smile, and rushes toward the head of security for the building as he makes his way to the elevator.
“Hey, Ethan—hold on a second!”
Ethan Bradley turns to greet Mark as he nears.
“Hey, Mr. P! How goes it this morning?”
“Not too bad…can’t complain…”
After pulling Ethan aside, Mark takes a quick look around to make sure their conversation can’t be overheard.
“Everything alright?” Ethan questions, with concern.
“Yeah—yeah, things are great…I just…”
Halting his words as a small group of employees make their way out of the elevator, Mark says a polite good morning to them before giving his full attention back to Ethan.
“How…how well do you know the backgrounds of the interns we hire here?”
Alarm creeping back into Ethan’s voice, he responds,
“Why? Is there a problem with one of them? Just tell me who, and I’ll…”
“Oh—no, no…there’s no problem, I just…”
He trails off as he considers whether or not Ethan is the right person to ask.
Ethan had been one of their first hires—a loyal man who took his job quite seriously. There had never been a security issue he wasn’t already on top of before it became known. The young man, who couldn’t have been more than thirty, had proven his loyalty to the company…but could he possibly prove his loyalty for something so risqué?
“One of the new girls…Jasmine—I didn’t get her last name…”
“Donovan, sir.”
“Ah…Donovan…”
Mark lets his mind drift off to how sexy “Jasmine Donovan” sounds as he imagines her in nothing but a sheer babydoll nightie…
“Is there a problem with her, Mr. P? Once again, just say the word, and I’ll have her out of here…”
“ No !” Mark yells, a little loudly. A few people turn to
Jasmine blushes as she giggles, and grabs the paperwork coming up from the machine.
“Okay, it looks like I’ve got it all—I apologize again for disturbing you…I’ll close the door behind me…”
“Oh, no disturbance at all!” he assures. “In fact, that beautiful smile of yours will most definitely be the highlight of my day.”
Taking in a sharp breath heard across the room, blood rushes to Jasmine’s face as she tries to cover her flattered smile with the papers warm off the fax.
“Oh my God, that’s so sweet,” she chirps. “Thank you, sir—I’m really happy they placed me in your department.”
Leaning back in his chair, and smiling over at her as a plan begins to formulate in his mind, Mark replies,
“Once again, the pleasure is all mine.”
Jasmine turns around to leave, taking most of her sweet vanilla scent with her.
Wanting nothing more than to close his eyes, and stroke himself until he can no longer smell her in the air, Mark finds a way to control the urge as he focuses on what he feels is one of his most brilliant ideas ever.
If he couldn’t trust a pretty young thing outside of the company, he’d just have to find one inside the company who he was sure would keep his secret.
Now, to find out all he could about little Ms. Jasmine…
* * * * *
The next day finds Mark even more curious than the next.
He gets into the office earlier than usual, hoping for some lucky break at finding a lead on his new fantasy girl.
After taking several unnecessary trips to the men’s room (in order to scan the mostly empty office, in which the few people who are already in give him surprised looks), he finds a face that makes him smile, and rushes toward the head of security for the building as he makes his way to the elevator.
“Hey, Ethan—hold on a second!”
Ethan Bradley turns to greet Mark as he nears.
“Hey, Mr. P! How goes it this morning?”
“Not too bad…can’t complain…”
After pulling Ethan aside, Mark takes a quick look around to make sure their conversation can’t be overheard.
“Everything alright?” Ethan questions, with concern.
“Yeah—yeah, things are great…I just…”
Halting his words as a small group of employees make their way out of the elevator, Mark says a polite good morning to them before giving his full attention back to Ethan.
“How…how well do you know the backgrounds of the interns we hire here?”
Alarm creeping back into Ethan’s voice, he responds,
“Why? Is there a problem with one of them? Just tell me who, and I’ll…”
“Oh—no, no…there’s no problem, I just…”
He trails off as he considers whether or not Ethan is the right person to ask.
Ethan had been one of their first hires—a loyal man who took his job quite seriously. There had never been a security issue he wasn’t already on top of before it became known. The young man, who couldn’t have been more than thirty, had proven his loyalty to the company…but could he possibly prove his loyalty for something so risqué?
“One of the new girls…Jasmine—I didn’t get her last name…”
“Donovan, sir.”
“Ah…Donovan…”
Mark lets his mind drift off to how sexy “Jasmine Donovan” sounds as he imagines her in nothing but a sheer babydoll nightie…
“Is there a problem with her, Mr. P? Once again, just say the word, and I’ll have her out of here…”
“ No !” Mark yells, a little loudly. A few people turn to
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