“If I recall correctly you were saying something last time we spoke about hiring a new Office Assistant, so...” Why did the look on Cameron’s face make it seem like he had just solved all of my problems?
“I don’t mean to be an asshole but I don’t hire just anyone…you know that.” Was there really anyway to say that without coming off as a prick?
Cameron sighed, “I wouldn’t have asked if she was anyone else, but she’s Sadie’s friend, and you know how it goes, happy wife, happy life.” I clenched my fists at my sides not because I was angry with Cameron but because I knew there was no way I could tell my best friend no. Add in the fact that in a few days I would have a new assistant who probably didn’t know her ass from a hole in the ground and pisses me off. In my kind of business, that won't fly. Plus I had no one to train her besides my "Temporary" Assitant. It was like a train wreck waiting to happen.
“Fine, but I swear to you Cam, if she can’t handle corporate business I will have no choice but to fire her. You’re my best friend so I’ll give her a chance but I’m trying to run an empire here and I need someone that can handle my demands.” And fuck did I have a lot of demands... or should I say needs?
“Awesome…” The air around Cameron changed as he brushed his hands together as if to say "that's that". The unease that he stepped into my office with was still there for some reason and only seemed to be growing. If me agreeing to hire Sadie’s friend wasn’t what was making him all weirded out, then he must have something worse he needed to tell me? Hmmm...this better be good.
“So now that we have that out of the way, why the hell are you still so anxious?” I questioned curiously, leaning against my desk. A mischievous glint appeared in his eye when he glanced at the door, but it was when he spoke that I understood exactly what the fucker had done. He opened the door and looked out. My frosted glass doors prevent others from looking in. I like my privacy, never know when you might need it.
“Come in and meet your new boss, Chloe.” Oh hell no, he did not just say that. What the fuck was he thinking? How long had she been standing just around the corner, out of my site? My heart slammed against my chest as soon as she waltzed through the double glass doors. I was all but salivating when I finally finished looking her up and down.
I stared at her strawberry blonde hair that looked shinier than the commercials, and moved over her soft, yet slightly young, facial features. I drank in the dress she wore which clung to her body in ALL the right places. Her tits were perky and one button away from exploding out of the top of her dress. Hot damn!!
She was shapely, and the exact type of woman I liked to fuck. I don't like those stick thin women you see in the magazines. I like full women with a nice set of hips to hold on to while I pounded them from behind. Yeah, this was going to be a problem, a big fucking problem.
“Um, Hi Mr. Nelson.” Oh sweet fucking Jesus my cock grew harder than steel the second she said my name. My large bulge now strained very uncomfortably against my dress pants. Mr. Nelson? Oh hell to the no!! Mr. Nelson was my father. I am Ryan Nelson playboy extraordinaire, and the man who could make you cum so hard with barely a touch. Or at least that's what Cosmo Magazine says about me. I was a celebrity in my own sort of way. The ruthless, business tycoon kind of way.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to discreetly adjust myself in front of my new employee. It was then when I realized just how turned the fuck on I was. Christ, I need to remember that I am a fucking CEO of a multi-billion dollar company and that I don't get tongue tied over curvaceously sexy women like Chloe. Most importantly, I don't pop boners like a sixteen year old hormonal teenager that can't control himself.
“Ryan, please call me Ryan. Mr. Nelson is my father.” I hid the aggression and primal urge to strip her bare and take her right there on my desk, from my voice. Chloe tipped her chin up and down in understanding, her choppy bangs moving against her forehead.
Looking over at Cameron, the sideways smirk on his face couldn’t be missed. That fucker. He knew exactly what he was doing by bringing her into my office. She definitely fit the bill of the sexy damsel in distress as he claimed her to be...OMG. The fucking asshole knew the moment I saw her I wasn't going to change my mind or go back on hiring her. I just played right into his fucking hand. Damn it.
“Ryan…” Cameron coughed, hiding his laughter under it. I am totally going to kick his ass for leading the lamb right into the Lion’s Den.