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Authors: Livia Lang
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R yder Blake paced his top floor office like a caged lion. CEO of the world's largest athletic fashion company, FITnFAB, he had a lot on his plate. Tens of thousands of employees, fourteen factories, stores in eighty countries, and a board of directors that wouldn't get off his back - he had to juggle it all. Normally he managed the workload with a single-minded determination that was legendary amongst his competitors.
And yet at the moment he wasn't thinking at all about his empire. Not a single second of his morning had been spent on profits, sales, or expense reports. The only thing he could focus on was sweet Ivy White – his curvy, serious assistant.
He ran his hands over his face and sighed deeply. "I was a goner the moment she walked into this office. I should never have hired her."
She was right outside his door at that moment, tempting him to do unspeakable things even while out of sight. Like a bloodhound driven mad by the hunt, just the scent of her perfume was enough to make him rock hard. He could almost imagine her cleavage as she leaned over her desk, making calls on his behalf. What had he been thinking, hiring that gorgeous creature to be his assistant?
"Fuck, I need to see her." He looked at the buzzer on his desk, but held himself back from hitting it.
It had been like that every day for weeks. He'd try to work, get distracted by thoughts of her, then make up a bullshit reason to call her into his office. It was clockwork - he could tell the time just by the way his dick ached after a few hours without her.
He just didn't know how long he could keep it up before she got suspicious. How many times could he call her in, saying his printer had mysteriously stopped working, before she caught on? How long could his company continue to function with him being distracted all the time? He knew he was treading a precarious line, but in all honesty he didn't care. Part of him wanted her to realize he was lusting after her.
"Oh, fuck it. I'm a lost cause. Might as well call her in."
He checked his reflection in the window quickly. His short brown hair was perfectly in place, and his Armani suit clung to his muscled body. Straightening his tie, he nodded once. He knew he was a good-looking guy, and he certainly had the money to buy the best stylists in the city. Too bad Ivy never seemed to notice things like that.
Slapping the buzzer on his desk, he held his breath. He never had to wait long - Ivy was punctual to a fault.
"Yes, sir?" came her voice, coming through the speaker like a cool breeze.
"Ivy, what are you working on?"
"Oh, I am just helping Steve from accounting. He needs to see some personnel files for tax season."
Ryder grumbled darkly. Steve was a known playboy and philandering asshole. The sleazy accountant was probably pressing as close to Ivy as possible right at that moment, drinking in her curves. No doubt the guy had gross plans to hump and dump sweet Ivy, breaking her heart. The thought made Ryder's head pound.
"Well, I need you in here. Now." His words came out as a bark, and he shut off the intercom with a slam of his fist.
Shortly, the door to his office opened and Ivy slunk in. "What did you need me for, sir?" she said softly, her hands folded in front of her.
He took in the sight of her, trying not to pant. She was wearing a black dress that fit her voluptuous body like a glove. From her thick thighs to her plump cleavage, she was all woman. Even her blonde curls, which were currently pulled back in a messy bun, were soft and round.
"Sir?" she pressed, shifting her weight.
"Oh, yes. I need your help with something."
He racked his brain, trying to think of something he actually needed her help with. He’d only called her in to get her away from Steve, and had neglected to plan past that point. It was showing, based on the way she was looking at him in confusion. Glancing quickly around the room, he said the first thing that came to mind.
"I need your help organizing my
R yder Blake paced his top floor office like a caged lion. CEO of the world's largest athletic fashion company, FITnFAB, he had a lot on his plate. Tens of thousands of employees, fourteen factories, stores in eighty countries, and a board of directors that wouldn't get off his back - he had to juggle it all. Normally he managed the workload with a single-minded determination that was legendary amongst his competitors.
And yet at the moment he wasn't thinking at all about his empire. Not a single second of his morning had been spent on profits, sales, or expense reports. The only thing he could focus on was sweet Ivy White – his curvy, serious assistant.
He ran his hands over his face and sighed deeply. "I was a goner the moment she walked into this office. I should never have hired her."
She was right outside his door at that moment, tempting him to do unspeakable things even while out of sight. Like a bloodhound driven mad by the hunt, just the scent of her perfume was enough to make him rock hard. He could almost imagine her cleavage as she leaned over her desk, making calls on his behalf. What had he been thinking, hiring that gorgeous creature to be his assistant?
"Fuck, I need to see her." He looked at the buzzer on his desk, but held himself back from hitting it.
It had been like that every day for weeks. He'd try to work, get distracted by thoughts of her, then make up a bullshit reason to call her into his office. It was clockwork - he could tell the time just by the way his dick ached after a few hours without her.
He just didn't know how long he could keep it up before she got suspicious. How many times could he call her in, saying his printer had mysteriously stopped working, before she caught on? How long could his company continue to function with him being distracted all the time? He knew he was treading a precarious line, but in all honesty he didn't care. Part of him wanted her to realize he was lusting after her.
"Oh, fuck it. I'm a lost cause. Might as well call her in."
He checked his reflection in the window quickly. His short brown hair was perfectly in place, and his Armani suit clung to his muscled body. Straightening his tie, he nodded once. He knew he was a good-looking guy, and he certainly had the money to buy the best stylists in the city. Too bad Ivy never seemed to notice things like that.
Slapping the buzzer on his desk, he held his breath. He never had to wait long - Ivy was punctual to a fault.
"Yes, sir?" came her voice, coming through the speaker like a cool breeze.
"Ivy, what are you working on?"
"Oh, I am just helping Steve from accounting. He needs to see some personnel files for tax season."
Ryder grumbled darkly. Steve was a known playboy and philandering asshole. The sleazy accountant was probably pressing as close to Ivy as possible right at that moment, drinking in her curves. No doubt the guy had gross plans to hump and dump sweet Ivy, breaking her heart. The thought made Ryder's head pound.
"Well, I need you in here. Now." His words came out as a bark, and he shut off the intercom with a slam of his fist.
Shortly, the door to his office opened and Ivy slunk in. "What did you need me for, sir?" she said softly, her hands folded in front of her.
He took in the sight of her, trying not to pant. She was wearing a black dress that fit her voluptuous body like a glove. From her thick thighs to her plump cleavage, she was all woman. Even her blonde curls, which were currently pulled back in a messy bun, were soft and round.
"Sir?" she pressed, shifting her weight.
"Oh, yes. I need your help with something."
He racked his brain, trying to think of something he actually needed her help with. He’d only called her in to get her away from Steve, and had neglected to plan past that point. It was showing, based on the way she was looking at him in confusion. Glancing quickly around the room, he said the first thing that came to mind.
"I need your help organizing my
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