Chapter 2
JACK'S POV
I leaned casually against the pristine white wall of my office, watching the young woman who had entered at the worst, and yet most necessary, moment.
Vera.
Her name already tasted like sin.
She bent down, dragging her fingertip across the glossy floor to collect the drop of cum that had escaped her mouth. Without shame, she licked it clean, slow, deliberate, like savoring a lollipop.
Damn temptation.
When she finished, she slumped to the floor and bowed her head. For the first time since this started, I felt exposed. Not because I was naked. But because I had lost control.
I didn’t even know her. What kind of man lets his employee walk in on him like this? What kind of man lets her do this?
But I already knew who she was. Mrs. Briggs had briefed me yesterday about the only candidate qualified enough for the secretary role. I didn’t want a female employee, not after my last entanglement, but her résumé had been too spotless to ignore.
I exhaled and stepped away from the wall, approaching her quietly. Her head remained down until I reached out and gently patted her hair. Then she looked up at me.
"Ms. Vera Santos. Twenty-four. Lives in Downtown Phase 3. Doesn’t seem cranky or scatterbrained, and you definitely can’t call her ugly." I recited the words Mrs. Briggs had used to describe her.
She blinked at me. “How do you know all that?” she asked. “I wouldn’t expect someone so… polished… to do something like this with a total stranger on her first day.”
I crouched beside her and cupped her face, letting my thumb graze her cheek.
“I make it my business to know the important details about my employees. Helps me figure out who’s for me… and who’s against me.”
“Oh yeah?” Her lips curled into a half-smile. “Well, I guess your dick wiped my brain clean. That should teach me not to stroke my boss again.”
I was momentarily speechless when her fingers reached out and brushed against my shaft again, bold, unafraid.
“I think I’ll enjoy working with you,” I murmured, a mischievous grin tugging at my lips. I leaned in and, without hesitation, licked the lingering cum from the tip of her nose.
“I’m sorry for…” she began.
But before she could finish, the doorbell rang, sharp, urgent. A reminder that the world hadn’t paused just because lust had taken over.
Business still awaited. Schedules still existed. And she… she had a pile of files waiting on her desk.
I stood and helped her to her feet. She adjusted her dress, clearly flustered. I threw on my suit jacket and reached for my deodorant.
“Mr. J. T.?” Mrs. Briggs’s voice called out as she rang the bell again. Persistent.
“Uhm… just give me three seconds!” I called back, spraying myself down and giving Vera a generous mist too. Then I spritzed the entire office until the scent of sex was buried under citrus and musk.
“Open the door,” I whispered.
She did, and I retreated to my chair, sitting like nothing had happened, though I couldn’t resist admiring her perfect backside as she moved. That waist… those hips… her curves were sculpted to drive men insane.
I adjusted my necktie, bracing myself to lie convincingly.
Mrs. Briggs walked in and took a seat. Vera joined her, seated with the elegance of someone who hadn’t just been on her knees ten minutes ago.
“Good morning, sir,” Mrs. Briggs began, her nose twitching. “I didn’t know you were already acquainted with the new employee.”
“No, not exactly,” I said smoothly. “She came in early, and I figured I’d take the chance to chat with her. Get to know her a bit.”
“You? Chatting? Hah. Well, I guess even you get bored.” She narrowed her eyes, clearly suspicious.
Vera flashed a polite smile. “Thanks, Mrs. Briggs. I’m glad to hear that from you. I’m really excited to start working here.”
“I had better go to my office and—” Vera started.
“No, you’re not going anywhere,” I interrupted sharply.
Both women looked at me.
“I mean, you’re coming with me to meet the investors,” I added quickly, swallowing the lump in my throat. I didn’t even know why I’d said it.
Mrs. Briggs frowned. “I thought we were supposed to go together.”
“That was the plan. But you’ve worked hard lately, and you deserve a break. Just a little rest. Let Vera fill in for you today. I’m not replacing you, I just want to see what she can do.”
Vera’s expression was a mix of shock and confusion. I winked at her, forgetting for a moment that I needed to convince Mrs. Briggs, not flirt in front of her.
“Well,” Mrs. Briggs sighed, “I’m glad you finally found someone you think might represent the company. Good luck. I’ll go review the new designs.”
She left without pressing further. Crisis averted.
Vera turned to me, arms folded. “So now I’m a secretary, a personal assistant and a manager? This is insane.”
“Let’s go.” My voice was low. Commanding.
She rolled her eyes, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door. I followed close behind, and couldn’t resist grabbing a handful of her ass as she opened it.
“I’m so in trouble,” she muttered under her breath. “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t bother me after you came?”
“You’re trapped in my snare,” I whispered in her ear. “I’m addicted now. If you didn’t want to be caught, you shouldn’t have been so damn good.”
She turned sharply to look at me, but I just laughed and walked past. “Ms. Vera, don’t let me get in the car before you!”
Her cheeks burned, but she held herself together, waving and greeting anyone we passed until we reached the parking lot.
We got into the car, and I drove us to the hotel where the investors' meeting was scheduled. Twenty-seven minutes. Not a word spoken, at least not out loud.
But beneath the table, during the presentation, I couldn't keep my hand away from her thighs. I needed to touch her.
She swatted me away more than once, whispering, “Stop it,” under her breath, but my fingers kept returning, gliding over her skin, teasing the edges of her underwear.
Only when I slipped a finger slightly higher did she bite her lip to stifle a sound.
Still, I kept my voice cool, persuasive, and professional.
“Mr. Jackson Taylor,” said Mr. Peterson, a stout man with a thick beard, “I must confess, you’re the best I’ve seen in this field. I look forward to doing business with you. And if this partnership succeeds, I’ll bring in more investors.”
I quickly withdrew my hand and stood to shake his.
“Thank you, Mr. Peter.”
He left with his assistant, and I finally reached for my untouched wine glass, taking a long, satisfying sip.
Across from me, Vera sat stiffly, breathing through her nose.
“I’m going to the restroom,” she muttered, standing up.
As she walked away, I watched her sway down the hallway with that same hypnotic grace.
She had no idea how badly I wanted her again.
And the day wasn’t even halfway done.