“I’m moving here. I need a place to crash until then.” He didn’t ask or look like he was prepared to beg.
“Why don’t you stay with the parents?” she asked.
“Seriously? You can’t put up your big brother for a few weeks?”
“Weeks?”
Shaking her head at the situation she opened the front door. If she had to put her brother up for a few weeks then she would need reinforcements. Her friends could stay over with her at some point.
Chapter Three
On Monday morning Julian was waiting for Heather to arrive at eight-thirty. His office door was wide open so he’d catch her the moment she walked in. After seeing her at Wade’s club he’d wanted to talk to her. He wanted to make sure that the efficient PA he’d become accustomed to still existed. Since Friday night watching her dance Julian hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. The sensuous sway of her h*ps and the bounce of her tits were driving him to distraction. For the past three nights he’d dreamt about nothing but seducing his personal assistant. The image of her bent over his desk with her ass in the air made him wish the dream had been reality. She would look amazing over his desk waiting for him to f**k her.
Rubbing a hand down his face he picked up his phone and began trying to work out his frustration in making more money. At nine on the dot his gaze went outside his office door. A woman was bent over Heather’s desk. Her legs were shapely and well defined. Her ass was full with a generous amount of flesh going on. His c**k pulsed in his pants, the thick length growing as he imagined stripping away the skirt and plunging into her wet warmth. Would her pu**y be waxed or have a smattering of pubic hair? He didn’t know the answer to the question, but he wanted to find out.
The attraction was instantaneous and intense. He’d never felt anything like this for any other woman. He hadn’t seen her face yet. When he’d gotten into work that morning his thoughts had been on Heather and talking to her about her time spent after work. He couldn’t have his fellow business associates seeing his reliable personal assistant as anything other than reliable and trustworthy. Heather could wait while he got to the bottom of the woman leaning over her desk. That ass was too good to deny.
Julian looked ‘round to get a good look at the woman when she stood and walked into his office. Heather Booth had been the woman leaning over her desk. He leaned back as she walked into his office. Her h*ps swayed as if they had a tune of their own.
She wore a skirt that fell above her knee and went in at the waist emphasising her large h*ps and modest waist. Her tits were outlined as the blouse curved into the waist but flared out for her bust. Her dark brown hair was curled around her body with some draped over her br**sts and the other around. He’d never known how long her hair was until that moment. Julian imagined wrapping the length around his hand as he f**ked her from behind.
“Julian? Julian? Julian?” Julian saw her hand waving in front of his face. She leaned over the desk. Without thinking his gaze went to the open few buttons on her blouse. He saw the swell of her br**sts and the lace of her bra. Licking his lips Julian suddenly had the desire to separate the space between them and taste the flesh of her breast. Would it taste as creamy as she looked?
“Are you seriously ogling me?”
“Ogling?”
“The panting tongue I could have let slide, but you’re blatantly ignoring me and you’re looking at my chest. That is just plain rude, Mr. Goff.”
“You called me Julian a second ago,” he said. She had made a point of not calling him by his given name.
“A second ago you weren’t ogling me like I was a piece of candy. What’s the matter? You’ve wasted all of your energy on the women in your life, and now you’re now going to start on me?” she asked.
He didn’t know what to say to her. Her words sounded angered. She’d never lost her temper with him before.
“I wasn’t ogling you. I was thinking. I apologise if you think otherwise.” He locked his fingers fighting with himself to not look at her ass.
“Good. Here are the notes you need to start today. I’ll get you your morning coffee in a second. How did the gift giving go?” she asked.
He took the note from her, their fingers brushing. Her skin was so soft. Julian struggled to keep his mind focussed. So much about the woman in front of him was invading his mind.
“What?”
“The gift you asked me to pick up on Friday? Did your woman like it?”
“Yes. The gift was fine.”
“Perfect.” She turned and left. His gaze followed her ass as she walked out of the door then out of his sight. Leaning back in his chair he adjusted his shaft in his pants, as they had grown too tight. His erection was hard, making him ache to take himself to the nearest bathroom and relieve the pain. He hadn’t done anything like that since he was a boy. What the hell was wrong with him?
Several minutes later she walked back in carrying a mug of coffee. The scent was his usual Italian blend of coffee. He liked his black with two sugars. Milk or cream ruined the taste of the coffee. He made a point of buying the best for himself and his employees. Happy employees were the best workers. Good coffee could guarantee it to a point.
“Here is your coffee.” She rounded the desk putting his coffee down on his usual coaster. The side of her body brushed his arm, her citrus scent invading his nostrils. The lemon made his mouth water. Would she taste as good as lemons but with a tang of the woman underneath?
Fisting his hands he tried with all his might not to reach out. Without thinking he rubbed an invisible speck of dust off her ass. She jerked rounding on him.
“You had some fluff on you.” He held his hands up in surrender.
“Okay. I’ll start writing up these letters. Call me if you need me. You have an eleven o’clock appointment. Shall I show him in or make him wait?”
Julian consulted his file then informed her to allow the client to come straight in. Nodding her head she left his office, closing the door as she did so.
“I’m in trouble,” he said to himself. The reaction to his personal assistant was not good. How was he going to keep his hands off her?
Putting his head in his hands he cursed his situation. He’d forgotten to talk to her about Friday. Once he did, she’d stop looking so tempting.
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Heather checked the ladies’ room then dialled her friends. They were all waiting for her call. It was lunch time, and Julian didn’t like her leaving the building in case he needed her. Her friends lunched together while she was controlled by her boss.