My Boss and His Friends (The Forbidden Fun)

But my previous secretary left in a rush so I was under some time pressure. It was something about Emily’s boyfriend moving to Kansas and harassing her to come too, so she picked out Jessica’s resume from a stack of candidates, and that was that. But the first day of work, my libido went into overdrive. A gorgeous woman sashayed into my office, her lush curves barely concealed by office wear, and introduced herself to me as my new “assistant.”

Assistant? I’ll show her how she can assist me, so long as she’s kneeling before me with that pretty pink pout open. But of course, no such thing happened. Instead, I stifled my desires and acted more than professional. Of course, Jessica excels at her job, which helps a lot. She has my schedule organized, my itineraries planned, and even my lunch ordered before I realize it’s noon. But it takes all of my strength not to bend her over her desk and teach her exactly who’s boss each and every day because this last year has been sheer fucking torture. Who does this woman think she is, wearing button-up shirts that strain at those huge knockers? Thank God she generally wears slacks because the few times she’s come in with a pencil skirt on, I nearly lost my shit. I stayed in my office the entire day, hiding a boner like a coward. Thank god for conference calls.

Now, at my company’s tenth anniversary party, Jessica’s utterly ravishing. As I stand in front of her, my eyes roam those voluptuous hills and valleys. The cocktail dress she’s got on is a bright red that makes me hard with need, and not only that, but the fabric hugs those pendulous Double Ds before slipping along her silhouette to show off a narrow waist and wide hips. All it would take is an accidental slip, a perfectly placed hand, and a moment of privacy for me to finally see what I’ve wanted to see for an entire year.

Of course, I wouldn’t do that though. We’re surrounded by people right now and not just any people, but my employees. There’s a time and place for what’s brewing between me and my pretty secretary, and now is not it.

That will come later.

Meanwhile, Jessica nods and smiles prettily in greeting. “Hello, Mr. Carhart,” she murmurs. “I hope you’re enjoying the party.”

I stare at her a bit too long. “I thought we were past that, sweetheart. Please, call me Burke. Mr. Carhart is far too formal.”

Jessica giggles as her breasts shake.

“Of course. Sorry, Burke. Are you having a nice evening?”

I take a moment to glance around the room. It’s perfect, to be honest. My guests have started to take their seats at the tables, and they’re oohing and ahing at the floral centerpieces and otherwise spectacular décor. My two buddies, Vance and Sam, are making their way to their allotted seats, but I know they won’t be there long. We’ve got a plan, and I’m merely putting the wheels into motion. Meanwhile, I turn back to my sassy secretary.

“I’m having an excellent night so far. You’ve done a great job, honey, and I want to extend my thanks.”

Jessica smiles sweetly.

“Thank you so much, Burke. It means a lot to hear you say that because I worked really hard to make sure this party was a success.”

I nod.

“I know and I appreciate it. You’ll be well compensated for your efforts, of course.”

She nods, blushing slightly.

“Thank you, Mr. Carhart. I appreciate it.”

But then, a frown crosses my features.

“I do have a problem, however.”

Jessica’s face immediately falls. Her brows scrunch together as she tries to figure out what has gone wrong at the party. I can tell by the way she studies me that she thinks this issue is work related, and I let her twist in the wind for a full minute, enjoying the adorable way she bites her lip in confusion. Finally, the misery ends.

“It’s nothing you’ve done, sweetheart. This party is exemplary.” She breathes out a sigh of relief.

“Oh. Well then, I’m sorry to hear you have a problem. How can I help?” I pretend to think for a moment.

“It’s not a bad problem to have, actually. You see, I’ve lost a bet.”

Jessica laughs. “Ah, so it’s that kind of problem.”

My secretary is used to my antics because this isn’t the first time I’ve come to her requesting her assistance on some bizarre matter. But what she doesn’t realize is that this time, she’s part of the problem herself. Unfortunately, at that very moment, Sherry Oglesby, the widow of one of my early investors, pulls me in for a hug and kisses both of my cheeks. Her blonde hair towers in a big pile on the top of her head, and her breasts are practically popping out of her tiny corset top.