“I can start right now.” I say, unable to hide my own smile. As Rex Jamison stands, my own body echoes his movement. He makes his way around the desk and once again extends his hand. This time, when we shake its under the business guise of a new job. My dream job.
“Thanks so much, Mr. Jamison.” I say.
“Please, call me Rex. Everyone who works for me does.”
“Thank you, Rex.” I say, loving the feel of his name in my mouth.
By the time I get to the elevator I’m nearly skipping for joy. Landing my dream job is one thing, but holy hell I had no idea Rex Jamison would be such a stone fucking fox. But, he is my boss. I’m going to have to put my mad attraction for him aside so that I can do my best work. The last thing I need is to be distracted by the way he makes every cell in my body pulse like its begging just to be near him.
I can do that. Hell, I’m Hope Nichols. I can do anything.
2
Rex
Dear God, what have I just done? I close the door to my office and a pang of panic twists a knot in my gut. How could I have broken my one rule and only rule when it comes to my business so quickly? Never hire someone that you want to sleep with. I run a hand through my hair, and press my forehead up against the cool doorframe. In this case I’m double fucked, because the woman that just marched into my office and basically claimed this job is by far the most irresistible woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
What the hell am I going to do?
From the minute I got a look of her in that tight skirt of hers—filled to the max with her soft, round curves—I’ve been in a war with my stiffening cock. Jesus, when our eyes met it was like I’d seen her before. Maybe I have. That would explain the feeling away, a feeling so foreign that I can’t recall ever having felt it before. And I’m not the kind of man who feels at all. I make it a point to keep my heart in my business and out of anyone else’s hands.
A gentle rap on the door wakes me from my thoughts. I take a step back, center myself and open it to find my current assistant, Ursula, wide-eyed and curious. “Well?” She asks.
“Well, you were right.” Her swollen feet do a little dance in place. She claps her hands and dramatically giggles.
“I knew when I saw her résumé that she’d be my maternity replacement.”
“All that pregnancy is making you psychic.” I tease. An image of Hope, round and full carrying my baby pops into my head. How sexy she’d look with my child inside of her. I immediately shake the image from my head. “Have you finished the training manual?”
“Printed and ready in the cutest binder they carried at Staples. She’ll have no trouble adjusting. I covered everything.” Ursula snaps her pink-tipped fingers to accentuate her point.
“Good, because technically you’re not supposed to be working. You should be at home, resting.”
“Get off my nuts, Rex. You sound like my husband.”
“Smart man.” I would never let my woman work up until the last minute. She’d be at home, feet up with every little thing her heart desired. I can’t help but picture what Hope would look like in this situation. It shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.
“I’m glad it’s all situated. Now, if you’ll excuse me I have a quick call to make.” Ursula nods and waddles back to her desk. I had to lie to her, because there’s a mounting tension creeping up into my cock and I need some release.
I twist the lock on my door and head to my desk, already imagining the smooth, soft skin of Hope’s legs against her sexy little skirt. How when I loop my thumb into the crease of her panties and slowly start to pull them down I take in the glistening wetness of her pussy. She’s eager for me, nearly pulsing with excitement.
My hand fumbles with my zipper and I pull out my already rock hard cock, and give it a nice forceful stroke. I bet Hope has gorgeous tits. Full and bouncy, with rosy pink nipples. She probably tastes like strawberries and cream. I take in a deep inhale and slowly run my hand up and down the length of my shaft.
In my fantasy, she unbuttons that silky blouse of hers and she’s not wearing a bra. I engulf her puffy peaks with my mouth—biting and sucking until she grips the back of my head. Damn. I bet her cunt is nice and tight and made for only me.
A small moan escapes my mouth and hot beads of thick cum spills out from the tip of my cock streaming down the sides of my hand. I’ll fill her up with it, watch it drip out of her sweet little pussy after I’ve had my way with her. Showed her who’s really the boss around here.
My body jerks, expelling every last ounce of my juices. It hits me how long it’s been since I’ve ejaculated. I’ve been so busy. I reach for the tissues and clean myself up, still unable to get the image of Hope’s gorgeous smile out of my head. I can’t say I’ve ever stroked myself at work before. That’s probably another bad sign. But I can’t help it. Her scent still lingers in the room, and it’s driving me fucking crazy.
If I can get it all out now, maybe I won’t have to worry about it when she’s here. Every day. In and out of my office.
In and out.
As long as I keep all of this in my imagination and out of real life, everything will be okay. You don’t get to the top by letting women get in your way. You have to be married to your work and nothing else. And that’s what I’ve been doing. It’s why I haven’t taken the plunge and started a family like my former business partner. Because it takes away from your work.
He sold his shares of the company to me not a year after he was married with kids. That’s not my style. I’m an entrepreneur. A boss. I don’t know what I’d do without my company.
I zip up my pants and take a deep breath. Now that that’s out of my system, I can get back to reality. Keeping her a fantasy is the only option. For both of us. Besides, we have some major projects coming out, risky ones, and I can’t afford to not have my head one-hundred percent in the game.
Out the window, I watch yellow cabs trail back and forth in traffic far below on Park Avenue. Everything within me realizes that saying yes to her was a bad idea. But I couldn’t help it. Something took over me, like I was possessed by her subliminal charms.
Her effortless beauty captivated me, not to mention the fact that her résumé proves her to be a capable programmer. If she’s that talented, it would be crazy to jeopardize having her be a future part of this company; this company was built on blood, sweat, and top notch talent. If I sleep with her, I jeopardize that consistency.
…Or so I’ll keep telling myself, because the other voice echoing through my head rings louder, more persistent than the logical one. It tells me that she’s special. That she’s the woman of my dreams. That I’ve been waiting for a woman like Hope Nichols to walk into my life and shake it up for the best. That once I’ve had her I won’t be able to let her go.
And that scares me more than anything.
I blow out the breath I’ve been holding, and clench my jaw. It’ll take all of my willpower, but I’ll keep this relationship purely professional. Even though it will kill me just knowing that the woman of my dreams is lingering on the other side of the wall.