Filthy Boss

I stood up and shook hands with him, dismissing my secretary. “Good afternoon,” I said, raising my eyebrow when he gave me a limp handshake. A weak handshake always left a bad impression on me. It indicated a lack of confidence or enthusiasm, both of which were bad for the business.

“Good afternoon,” he responded.

“Please, take a seat.” I motioned toward the seat across from me and waited for him to sit down before I did the same. I skimmed through his application again. “So, Mr. Jenner, can you tell me more about yourself?”

He began elaborating about his education and experience, mentioning so many things at once that I got lost after his third sentence. I nodded several times, pretending I was paying attention, but the way this man spoke bored me to death. His voice was monotone, and he talked about the most irrelevant things. I was on the verge of yawning.

“Okay,” I interrupted him, not willing to listen about the “excellent recommendations” he’d received from several firms he’d been working for so far. “I noticed that this would be your first time working in the construction field. What made you decide change your field?”

“Well, I thought it was the right time for a change.” He didn’t elaborate any further telling me more than he realized. He probably got fired. Great, just what I needed. I asked him one more question, but his answer was also meek. Overall, he didn’t seem eager to me, so I decided to end this interview early. He wasn’t the right person for us.

“Alright, Mr. Jenner. Thank you for your time. We’ll notify you about the status of the position as soon as possible.”

He got up and scurried out of my office. I shook my head. These days there were so many people like him—incompetent and uncertain of what they wanted in life. How could they jump into something they didn’t know anything about just because?

I told my secretary to bring the next candidate in. The glass door opened, and I raised my eyes from the papers in front of me. My secretary entered the office, followed by a hot petite blonde. I froze, forgetting for a moment that she was my next interviewee. I was totally surprised to see such an attractive woman in my office. Most of the associates were young men, recent college grads looking to do office work to get a start in a big firm like ours. I didn’t even realize the name on the top of the resume was a woman.

Fuck. My eyes immediately slid over her thin body, stopping for a moment on her slightly bigger breasts that stretched the thin material of her white collared shirt. She was wearing a black pencil skirt that revealed her perfectly shaped legs in black high heels. My hands itched to touch those legs, curious to know if her skin was as smooth as it looked.

My gaze stopped on her brown eyes that were now eating me alive, confirming that the attraction was mutual. She became a bit flushed, which is exactly what I would have expected.

Pull yourself together, Grant.

I smirked, regaining my composure. “Good afternoon, Ms. Layne.”

I watched her walk confidently, captivated by the sight of her slender hips swaying. She offered her hand for a handshake, which I gladly accepted, more than eager to touch her. Her small, warm hand fit perfectly in mine, her fingers grasping my hand tightly, and I wanted to know what it would feel like to have those fingers around my dick.

Focus, Lawson. Focus.

“Good afternoon. I am Madison Layne, but you already know that.” Damn, even her voice sounded cute. It was feminine, and I tried to imagine what it could sound like when she had an orgasm. Was it high-pitched? Was it raspy?

Fuck, my cock swelled just thinking about it. “Grant Lawson. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” It was a pleasure indeed.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”

Oh, hopefully we could have much more pleasure.

Fuck. Where did that thought come from?

I lowered myself back into my seat, trying to cover my growing boner.

“You may take a seat.”

“Thank you.”

I didn’t take my eyes off her as she sat down and clasped her hands together on her lap. I noticed the dark red nail polish on her perfectly manicured nails, and my cock throbbed in approval.

Now that she was closer to me, I could clearly see the dark specks in her brown eyes, making them even more seductive and alluring. Her plump lips were simply made for pleasuring men, and I almost groaned imagining them around my cock.

“Thank you for coming here today. Now, can you tell me more about yourself?”

“Once again, my name is Madison Layne. I graduated from NYU and...”

She started talking about her experience and education, just like the previous applicant, but this time my thoughts went into a completely different direction.

Fuck, she was hot. I glanced at her plump breasts, almost groaning at the sight. She was so sexy, with her breasts spilling out of her white collared shirt. She hadn’t buttoned it fully, and I was sure it was on purpose. No, I knew it. They were inviting me to touch them, lick them, and cum all over them.

She stopped talking, and I realized it was time for another question. My face was still neutral, right? If she only knew I was having some fucking dirty thoughts about her...