“You are a manager and I am your secretary. And you have a secretary because you have an important enough job.” Frigging A, even I knew I sounded pathetic. I couldn’t believe that I’d spent so much time focused on Scott that I hadn’t bothered to read up on the job he actually did.
“So you knew I was an accountant?” he asked.
“I was just about to say that!” I cried out. “I was just going to say you’re the best accountant here and that I was hired to help you because I’m good with numbers.”
“I’m not an accountant, Elizabeth.” He grinned. “I’m an account manager for a board game company.”
“I knew that,” I said, but inside I was wondering if he was lying again. A board game company?
“Sure you did.” He shook his head. “You got this job through a temp agency, didn’t you?”
“How did you know?” I lied, thanking God he didn’t know the truth. Though, it suddenly hit me that I wasn’t sure how I’d actually gained access to the company. How had this Helen Smith gotten me this job?
“You’re an actress, right?” He looked confident and smug as he spoke. “I guess you needed some extra money while waiting for an acting gig.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. Of course he was right, I did need extra money while waiting for acting gigs, but I wasn’t temping. I had sold my soul to ‘Candy Canes Birthday Grams’ so I could pay the bills while trying to find a long-term acting job. Candy Canes paid the bills, but I was increasingly feeling like I had sold out. Maybe temping would have been better. At least I wouldn’t have found myself in situations like this: pretending to be a secretary to some sexy guy I’d slept with so that I could give him a lap dance and embarrass him at work. The more I thought about it, the less innocent and harmless it felt. Even if he was a jerk. I really didn’t like lying and I was starting to feel like perhaps I was no better than Scott. Maybe I’d overreacted to his lie. I mean, it had only been a hookup. He didn’t owe me anything.
“Come into the office and lock the door behind you,” he said, interrupting me from my thoughts.
“What?” I frowned and blinked up at him.
“My rules. You lost.” He winked. “Come into my office and lock the door behind you.”
“What are you going to do?”
“You’ll see.” He grinned and then turned around and walked into his office. I stood there staring at his back and my stomach curled in excitement. Were we about to have office sex? Oh gosh, why was I so excited at the possibility? Where had my resolve gone? I was meant to be strong and in charge, but now, now I just wanted him to take me.
I took a couple of deep breaths before walking into Scott’s five steps behind him. I could hear other people talking in the building and I thought about what someone would have said if they’d walked in on him squeezing my breasts while his other hand was down my skirt. I would have been the one embarrassed then. I would have felt like a cheap whore. How would that have looked? Second day on the job and already letting my boss fondle me and openly enjoying it. I would have died of humiliation, though that didn’t stop me from walking into his office feeling like a kid entering a candy store with a whole dollar in her pocket. I closed the door behind me and froze.
“There’s no lock,” I said, my throat dry as I stood there. It was completely obvious now that I expected something dirty to happen. I mean, why else would I care if the door locked?
“Come to the table.” Scott motioned me toward him and I watched as he picked up a stack of files from the end of the table and dropped it on his chair. I swallowed hard as u waited for him to tell me to bend over and stick my ass in the air. “What are you thinking right now?” he asked me softly.
“If the air is going to be cold and if you’re as kinky as James Spader,” I said honestly.
“If the air is cold?” he asked softly with a smirk.
“On my ass,” I said and made to bend over the desk.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he grabbed my arm.
“Getting into position.”
“That’s not the position I want you in.” He shook his head and grinned.
“Oh,” I said, disappointed.
“What did you mean by asking me if I was as kinky as James Spader?”
“Haven’t you seen that movie Secretary?” I asked him and he shook his head again, though his eyes looked interested.
“I should watch it, though, if that’s a fantasy of yours.”
“It’s not a fantasy,” I said and swallowed hard. Why had I mentioned James Spader? He wasn’t someone that oozed sex appeal and the movie wasn’t particularly sexy either. However, there had been a few scenes that had left me breathless. There had been a few scenes where I’d sat back and wondered “what if that was me”.
“Sit on the desk,” he said firmly as he suddenly changed the subject. I jumped up and leaned back and looked at him, waiting to see what was going to happen next.
“Lie back,” he said and I lay back and leaned my head against the desk. I wiggled around, trying to get comfortable, but the hardness of the wood never let up. “Close your eyes,” he said and I looked up at him instantly. “Can’t you listen properly? I said close your eyes.”
“Why?” I asked, my face growing warm.
“No questions. Just do it.”