Very Personal Assistant

And of all the scenarios running through your head, none makes your new pussy you as tingly as being this hot daddy's Personal Assistant he obviously wants more from than just typing.

“I…” you gulp and feel your necklace getting warmed which make you blush.

“I think I’d like to work directly un…”, too late to reconsider your phrasing, “… under you, Sir.”

He smirks and looks in to your eyes.

“I was hoping you would say that, Lexi. I’ve been paying close attention to your work in your little cubicle, you know.”

It sure is how he remembers it, but somehow you doubt that he actually did just last week.

“But you do understand fully what working – under me…” he chuckles, “… would entail, right? I don’t have an interest having a drama of agreeing first, then starting a fuss when you get knocked up out of your own carelessness and then quitting your job with a very generous pay off.”

He clears his throat.

“Hypothetically…”

You look at him wide eyed. Well. That explains why his last PA doesn't want to come back. And how she got her maternity leave in the first place. You definitely put contraceptives on your mental list of female stuff you need to get.

"No sir. Won’t happen, I understand.”

“You you really want the job?

You mood and feel your necklace grow hot.

“Good.”

He smiles.

“Good girl.”

You blush.

“Come straight your new desk in my anteroom tomorrow at 7:30 – you’ll need to be here half an hour earlier to prepare everything before I arrive. I like my coffee like I love my women, sweet and full of cream. I’ll have the transfer paperwork readied by HR.”

He smiles and nods a at you.

“Alright, then…”

His leather chair squeaks softly as he stands up.

“How about we celebrate your new job by getting to – know each other a little better, Lexi.”