Miss Miller tries to defy me

“Mr. Patterson!” Her voice is hushed, but the panic sounds real, did I really misjudge my young tenant so badly? Before I can walk back my demand though, Alison continues and I realize that she is just playing her role to the hilt. “Sir, I'm not that kind of girl. I've never slept with any man, I'm certainly not going to start with a man I barely know.”

“Be careful, Miss Miller.” I caution her calmly, “You are in a very precarious position.” I see a hint of a smile cross Alison's face before her lips tighten and she lifts her chin arrogantly.

“Mr. Patterson, I know I made an error when I misplaced the Thomson file,” somehow this pretty coed remembered the name of the lost file from the book, and I wonder how many times she read the racy paperback, “but that doesn't mean you can use me like an object for your perverse desires.” She cresses her arms in front of her in what she might have thought was a strong pose, but all I notice is the way it lifts her small breasts under her silky blouse. “If you don't apologize this instance, I'm going to take this matter up with HR.” I remember she tried out this line last night, and I decide I can play along.

“You misunderstand me,” I smile cruelly, “HR might not be so accommodating when they realize how you made fools of them with your phony resume.” Alison does a good job portraying the emotions of the young secretary who realizes that she is in much bigger trouble than she thought. Luckily for her the waiter arrives with our appetizer and it gives her time to think. When he silently glides away her big eyes lift to find mine fearfully.

“How did you know?”

“Miss Miller, you may have noticed me checking you out these past few days.” I grin easily, “I consider myself an expert on a woman's body, and your firm tits and tight ass belong more on a high school hottie than a twenty-six-year-old personal assistant.” I checked the copy of your driver's license on your I-9 and was not surprised to find you are not even twenty yet.

“Are you going to fire me?” The tremble in her hushed tone makes my cock start to throb in my pants - well maybe it was the Viagra starting to kick in.

“I haven't decided yet.” I tell her, “The real question is what are you willing to do to keep your job?” The way her eyes drop tells me all I need to know. We eat together in silence; my steak is worth every dollar it cost although judging by the way my 'Miss Miller' pushes the raviolis around on her plate makes it clear she has other things on her mind.

Alison is surprised when instead of heading out to the car I guide her the Goodwin's spacious elevators. It is only when we get off on the fourth floor and I steer her firmly to our room does she start to play the **** secretary once again.

“I can't go in there with you.” She half stutters her weak protest but lets me push her into the luxurious suite.

“Sir, I can't ... oh sweet Mother Mary, don't let this happen.” In spite of her futile prayer and the way her body stiffens when I draw her into my arms, she lets me kiss her. It does not take long before she is squirming sweetly; it is only when I cup her breast through her silky blouse that my innocent secretary starts to object. “Please, Sir, I'm begging you.”

“Shhhh...” I hush her, “This is nice, isn't it?” Even through both the thin silk of her blouse and her bra I feel the hard bud of her nipple poking against my palm.

“Yes Sir,” she murmurs what she hopes is a compromise, “We can kiss like this, but we have to keep our clothes on, OK?” I don't answer her plea as I lead her into the bedroom and pull her gently down beside me onto the king-sized bed. We kiss again and at first, I let 'my secretary' think that maybe I'd be satisfied with her bullshit compromise. However, I read the same book as Alison although I put a slight twist on the Billionaire's dialog as he took what he wanted from his pretty young secretary.

“Are you really a virgin?” Her affirmation is cut short as she splutters in shock when she realizes that I've unzipped her skirt, clearly not expecting me to be so forward. I have to roll on top of her when she starts to struggle to pin her under me and groan hoarsely into her ear. “I'm going to enjoy this, Miss Miller; it's about time you've become a woman.” She must feel the length of my hard cock against her belly, even if she had been as virginal as the character she was playing, she surely would have known what was about to happen on this bed.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me, or am I going to have to start punishing you for what you did to get this job?”