My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

The idea made me smile. My long slumbering pride began to stir within me, its head peeking up from the depths.

I’d expected him to put my report down to be read later, but Simon surprised me by gesturing to the chair across from him. My legs feeling like lead, I want over and sat down. It felt strange just to be in his presence.

It was difficult not to fidget as I sat in the chair waiting for him to finish. I could tell he was speed reading. It was in his eyes. How they moved across the page. Gliding quick and smooth like a skater across a frozen pond.

I looked for some indication of his thoughts in his expression. Something to let me know what he might say. But his face remained as placid as ever. Unchanged but amiable. Not what one would call ‘stone-faced.’

I was caught between fear and arousal, both of them fighting for domination of the space in my heart. Thrill of his potential approval clashed against the possibility of being fired for accidentally doing my first assignment wrong, making a rushing cacophony of imaginary sword steel and plated armor.

“This is wonderful,” he finally said, looking at me with those burning eyes, making the walls of my pussy clench with surprise as he gazed down into my soul.

If I’d thought he was up to it, I might well have offered myself to him right then and there, despite the nerves and embarrassment no doubt involved in such a move. I’d just pull up my skirt, lower my panties and let him go to town on me, pleasuring himself using my body and really showing me the delights of being a woman.

“I’m glad you think so, sir,” I managed.

“What did you call me?” he asked gently, looked more surprised than offended.

“Sir,” I repeated, hoping I wasn’t in trouble.

“Let’s just wait on that one, okay? Simon will do for now. We’ll see how things go.”

If he had winked in that moment, I was fairly sure I would have cried. My nerves were really at their very ends. I knew he was implying something naughty, but I was too sheltered and innocent to the ways of the world to really know what it was, or at least to understand the full implications.

I wouldn’t mind calling him sir if he wanted me to. It didn’t stop there. Had it been Simon asking me to, I would have called him ‘master’ without a hint or irony. He was already to rule the domain of my mind and by all indications, my body wasn’t far behind.

“A bit long-winded in places, though I do appreciate you going into specifics,” he explained. “I hate it when reports just say ‘it sucks’ or ‘I was bored.’ Just maybe keep in mind the phrase ‘more is less’ when writing these reports up, yeah?”

“Yes, of course. I just wanted to make my thinking clear. I didn’t want anything to get lost in the reading or be left up to doubt.”

“There is no risk of that. You have made yourself quite clear and I will be getting a new publishing contract to the book for Mr. Marin by the end of the week, thanks to your recommendations.”

“Gosh,” I gasped, covering my mouth even if was a little too late.

“I’ll be sure to tell him about you doing your due diligence.”

“Thank you, sir, I mean, Simon,” I stammered, correcting myself.

“Of course,” he said, with a wink.

I didn’t want to get up. Thanks to feeling weak all over, it was doubtful that I would be able to walk. It was near the end of the day and I would likely be expected to somehow get my fatigued ass to the bus stop and then home. Then again, I couldn’t be spending the rest of the day and all night long holed up in his office.

Simon’s eyes drifted back down to my chest, much the way they had before, as though double-checking they were still there and as big as he’d first thought. Had I been gutsier, I might just have shown him. Nothing too vulgar. Just a quick glance at my bra, leaving no doubt about the facts of the case.

“It is more customary to email the reports over, as opposed to hand delivery in hard copy. Not that I mind the personal touch, of course,” Simon said. “In some ways I think technology has progressed too fast and we’ve stopped feeling the way we used to. Or at least we react differently. To the point that it might as well be the case.”

I couldn’t disagree with him there. I was no Luddite and commuters made my job a lot easier than it would have otherwise been. Still, I liked to keep up human interaction when I could. I craved it almost, especially from him.