“See you, Chloe. Have a nice day.”
My eyes followed her down the hallway until she went around the corner, and I let a loud groan out, closing the door of my office behind me.
I just couldn’t wait to see her again.
2
Chloe
Having finished my dinner, I was standing at the bathroom mirror to take off makeup before I took a shower. I poured my makeup remover on the cotton pad and started wiping off my face, beside myself with joy.
“You nailed the interview, Chloe.”
The beaming smile on my face greeted me in the mirror, along with the happy glimmer in my eyes. The interview had gone way better than I had imagined it.
“You deserved it, and from now on, it will only get better.”
All those preparations had paid off, and I was more than ready to show Bryce Evander he’d hired the right person. I was ready for this.
I entered the shower and turned on the hot water, immediately relaxing under the current of hot water that caressed my skin. I couldn’t believe I was so lucky to get the job, especially since Bryce’s hospital was one of the largest and the most successful hospitals in the area. Bryce Evander was a renowned doctor, so applying to be his assistant had been the most logical choice. This was a real step in my career.
After I finished high school, I needed some time until I found myself. I thought about my choices, but none of them seemed fulfilling or inspirational. Starting in real estate offices right out of high school didn’t seem like a long shot at the time, but it didn’t take me a lot to figure out that I wasn’t born to sell properties.
Then, out of the blue, I finally realized what I wanted. I quit my job and went to college, determined to get a degree in business administration, and I hadn’t regretted it at all. It was a career that suited me, so I dedicated my life to college. It didn’t leave a lot of time for romance, but at the time I didn’t care.
Now, I had different ideas.
It wasn’t long until I got a job in the business field, but even though I buckled down to tasks they had given me every single time, working my butt off, they never showed any appreciation or rewarded me. My superior was rude, lewd, and strict, and he’d made sure I knew from the start I wasn’t going to be promoted. The company was small, and they were tightening their belts in the next quarter, so the only thing I could expect at such a place was a termination letter.
So, I handed them my resignation and began looking for a new position. It probably would have been smarter to get laid off, unemployment and whatever, but I didn’t want that mark on my resume, leaving on my own seemed like a better choice. Luckily, after a couple of weeks, I spotted the right one, and here I was—Bryce Evander’s personal assistant.
I believed this would propel me in the right direction. This was exactly what could help me become more successful, so I had to get my head in the game and make my career a priority.
But then why was I unable to stop thinking about Bryce? Why couldn’t I stop reminding myself how sexy he was?
He looked good on the photos I’d found on the Internet, but they simply didn’t do him justice. In person, he was smokin’ hot, his tall, muscular body filling his gray designer suit perfectly, and I hadn’t been prepared for the instant attraction I felt. I was smitten with him the moment I entered his office, growing hot when his dark green eyes met mine.
His face was rugged, his mouth full and inviting, so it didn’t take me long to start lusting after him. Luckily, I’d managed to push aside all those wayward thoughts and continue with the interview, but now, at night and in the shower, my pussy throbbed just at the thought of him, and my mind wanted to play games with me.
I was more than aware of how strong his hand felt during our handshake, unable to shake off the thoughts of that hand cupping my pussy and pleasuring me...
I shuddered, soaping my pussy much longer and rougher than needed, which only aroused me more. I closed my eyes and imagined his hand soaping me, moving my hand across my taut stomach and breasts, circling my puckered nipples before I tweaked my nipple between my soaped thumb and forefinger.
“Oh yes...”
Closing my eyes shut, I leaned against the wall and indulged in my fantasy. I imagined his hands across my chest, squeezing my flesh. I wanted his hot mouth wrapped around my nipple. I wanted him to lick it and nibble it and show me how good it could be. I wanted him.
I moaned loudly and opened my eyes, a pang of guilt spreading through my chest. I knew I shouldn’t think
about how hot my new boss was or all the dirty things I wanted him to do to me.
There was no way he would ever want a girl like me. I was rather plain-looking compared to him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he went for models or actresses, arm candy for his big fundraisers and galas. I couldn’t actually expect him to notice me.
Besides, even if he noticed me, he was forbidden. He was my boss, so anything personal was out of the question. Hoping for something to happen with him was foolish and unreasonable, so I couldn’t let myself make that mistake. My career was at stake here, so I had to be prudent and concentrate on getting my job done. I couldn’t let my hormones make the decisions for me.
He was just a fantasy, and I should know better than to think any differently.
But there was no harm in letting that fantasy unfold just once, right? This would be my reward for getting the job. I would touch myself like this only once and get rid of this sexual tension that started the moment I entered his office.