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doesn’t know that I photocopy everything before I submit it. I glance over the prior incarnation of this same report to see that, yes, the changes he’s asking for now are the very same ones he had me remove a few days ago.
Bastard .
I throw the report down on my desk and lean back in my chair. I’m angry but I’m also perplexed. Sebastian Grey isn’t the type of man to do anything without a good reason. I can’t imagine that he has nothing better to do than jerk his assistant around. At only twenty-eight, he’s one of the youngest venture capitalists in the business world. He’s been profiled in every major magazine and is regularly photographed with celebrities. People far more interesting than me.
So why play games?
Maybe he just wanted to ruin your evening? You know how these brilliant types are… He’s probably socially awkward and hasn’t been laid in years. Wants to ruin your fun.
Even though my inner voice is being bitchy, she does have a point. Sebastian is rarely seen with a date and most people assume he’s gay. He’s definitely antisocial. So maybe he does get his kicks playing games with his staff. But for some reason, this explanation doesn’t sit right with me.
Well, whatever the case, I am not uber-rich like Mr. Sebastian fucking Grey, so if I want to receive a paycheck next week then I have to dance to his tune. I shake my mouse to wake up my computer. Luckily, I saved one of the prior drafts of this report in my personal folder so it doesn’t take me long to update it. I print out the report and then walk to his office.
The door is partially open and gives an extended whine as it swings open. It’s weird being in here when he’s gone but it’s still impossible not to react to the sumptuous layout of his office. It’s bigger than my apartment and decorated like a living room in one corner, with a black leather couch, a coffee table and two chairs. I know there’s a bathroom in here somewhere, too, because I’ve seen him emerge from his office freshly showered, his dark hair still wet behind the ears.
Just another image I use to get off to when I’m home alone.
I slap the report down in his inbox and turn to go, then stop when my gaze falls on his desk chair. My breathing speeds up as I remember the dream I had last night. I drifted to sleep, fingering my pussy and thinking of Sebastian. I dreamed I was in his chair, this chair, legs spread wide and propped up on the desk as he knelt in front of me and tongue-fucked me.
My feet move of their own accord toward the chair. I am panting, almost out of breath when I finally stop directly in front of it. I glance behind me, as if the very act of being in his office might summon him. Then a smile spreads across my face. He might have ruined my original plans for the evening but this will make it worth my while. He’ll never know about my nocturnal adventure in his office and it will go a long way toward easing my raging sexual frustration since I won’t be getting any tonight.
I sit in the chair and lean back, the supple leather conforming to the sides of my body. Damn . This is nothing like the cheap polyurethane crap I’m sitting on every day. It feels like being held by a lover. In a bold move, I raise one leg and prop it on the desk. I close my eyes and lay my head against the back of the seat. In this position my skirt rides all the way up my thighs. I reach down and touch the thin silk of my panties, the only thing keeping my pussy from making contact with the leather of the chair. I chuckle at the thought. Then I look down to where my scantily clad bottom rests on Sebastian Grey’s chair. This is where he sits every day . My pussy throbs at the thought.
I reach down and trail my hand down the inside of my thigh. It’s now or never , I think. I pull my panties to the side and plunge two fingers in my pussy.
I come almost instantly.
“Oh yes, god yes,” I murmur, pumping my fingers in and out before pulling out to circle and pinch my
Bastard .
I throw the report down on my desk and lean back in my chair. I’m angry but I’m also perplexed. Sebastian Grey isn’t the type of man to do anything without a good reason. I can’t imagine that he has nothing better to do than jerk his assistant around. At only twenty-eight, he’s one of the youngest venture capitalists in the business world. He’s been profiled in every major magazine and is regularly photographed with celebrities. People far more interesting than me.
So why play games?
Maybe he just wanted to ruin your evening? You know how these brilliant types are… He’s probably socially awkward and hasn’t been laid in years. Wants to ruin your fun.
Even though my inner voice is being bitchy, she does have a point. Sebastian is rarely seen with a date and most people assume he’s gay. He’s definitely antisocial. So maybe he does get his kicks playing games with his staff. But for some reason, this explanation doesn’t sit right with me.
Well, whatever the case, I am not uber-rich like Mr. Sebastian fucking Grey, so if I want to receive a paycheck next week then I have to dance to his tune. I shake my mouse to wake up my computer. Luckily, I saved one of the prior drafts of this report in my personal folder so it doesn’t take me long to update it. I print out the report and then walk to his office.
The door is partially open and gives an extended whine as it swings open. It’s weird being in here when he’s gone but it’s still impossible not to react to the sumptuous layout of his office. It’s bigger than my apartment and decorated like a living room in one corner, with a black leather couch, a coffee table and two chairs. I know there’s a bathroom in here somewhere, too, because I’ve seen him emerge from his office freshly showered, his dark hair still wet behind the ears.
Just another image I use to get off to when I’m home alone.
I slap the report down in his inbox and turn to go, then stop when my gaze falls on his desk chair. My breathing speeds up as I remember the dream I had last night. I drifted to sleep, fingering my pussy and thinking of Sebastian. I dreamed I was in his chair, this chair, legs spread wide and propped up on the desk as he knelt in front of me and tongue-fucked me.
My feet move of their own accord toward the chair. I am panting, almost out of breath when I finally stop directly in front of it. I glance behind me, as if the very act of being in his office might summon him. Then a smile spreads across my face. He might have ruined my original plans for the evening but this will make it worth my while. He’ll never know about my nocturnal adventure in his office and it will go a long way toward easing my raging sexual frustration since I won’t be getting any tonight.
I sit in the chair and lean back, the supple leather conforming to the sides of my body. Damn . This is nothing like the cheap polyurethane crap I’m sitting on every day. It feels like being held by a lover. In a bold move, I raise one leg and prop it on the desk. I close my eyes and lay my head against the back of the seat. In this position my skirt rides all the way up my thighs. I reach down and touch the thin silk of my panties, the only thing keeping my pussy from making contact with the leather of the chair. I chuckle at the thought. Then I look down to where my scantily clad bottom rests on Sebastian Grey’s chair. This is where he sits every day . My pussy throbs at the thought.
I reach down and trail my hand down the inside of my thigh. It’s now or never , I think. I pull my panties to the side and plunge two fingers in my pussy.
I come almost instantly.
“Oh yes, god yes,” I murmur, pumping my fingers in and out before pulling out to circle and pinch my
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