“Sure.” I say. “But maybe not today.”
“Oh.” He says, a true smile finally crossing his big, sexy lips. “I didn’t mean today.”
“Of course you didn’t.” I say, laughing at my own mistake just to clear the air. In case you missed it, this isn’t going as well as I’d hoped.
“It’d be at your discretion and only when you’re ready to present something solid.”
“It’s solid, Rex. As a rock. But my place isn’t exactly boss-ready.”
“I understand.” He says, and stands. Something tells me that he actually doesn’t understand, though. I’m certain with his net worth he rarely lifts a finger around his place. Hell, he probably has rooms that he doesn’t even use—a far cry from my studio on the outskirts of Queens. “Hope I think you’ll fit in here quite well. I love this idea of yours and I’d like to see it as soon as possible. So, you let me know when you’re ready. In the mean time.” He turns to me, that gigantic paw of a hand of his rubs the scruff of his beard. With lowered eyes he bites his bottom lip and immediately my panties melt. I wouldn’t be surprised if they lay in a pool near my feet.
“Can you bring me a cup of coffee?” Rex says. The common request, not atypical of anyone’s assistant, throws me for a loop.
“Yes, of course.” I struggle to stand from the sofa. “How do you take it?”
“Light and sweet.”
“Skim milk?”
“No,” he says, and crosses his massive arms across his full chest. “I can’t resist full fat. It’s my vice.”
Now it’s my turn to lick my lips, imagining what it would feel like to have the entire weight of him pressing down on me, making me beg for mercy. “I’m coming.” I say. Rex’s brow furrows. “I meant…it’s coming. Right up.” I throw my pointer finger in the air and high tail it the hell out of his office, closing the door behind me. My chin flies to the ceiling and I press my back against the door.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I guess I can just chalk it up to nerves, but the truth is that Rex Jamison makes me nervous and he makes me hot. And when that combination is coming from my boss, there’s no way it can end well.
4
Rex
Jesus Christ almighty that woman’s going to drive me insane. I adjust my crotch hoping that she didn’t notice the massive erection pressing into my pants. This is absurd, it’s like my dick thinks it’s sixteen years old again. I can barely keep it down when Hope’s around. The things she does to me. Damn!
That game of hers sounds amazing, though. Seriously, most of the women in programming play the keep-up-with-the-boys game. There are so few video games that cater to the needs of women, and from the sound of it, the needs of a man, too.
Just picturing her sitting at her desk, programming different sexual positions for the avatars is more than I can handle. Still, I have to get a grip. Now more than ever I need her to stay because Tech Magic should help her develop this game. It could be big, for both of us.
In no time she’s back with my coffee. Her round, soft curves fill out those pants like a dream. Her body is a work of art—carved from the great sculptors, something you’d find in a museum. I notice she’s buttoned up her shirt. That’s a damn shame. If I’m keeping my hands to myself here, I need all of the eye-candy that I can get.
“Here you are.” She says and sets the coffee on my desk. She brushes a strand of hair away from her face. Her full cheeks are red and her rosy lips, so puffy that I want to bite into them and not let go. “Anything else before I start tackling your massive list of emails?”
“Nothing right now.” I say, and take a sip of the coffee. “Mmm.” I say, Hope’s eyes grow wider.
“Is it okay?”
“Hope. This coffee is perfect.” My eyes inadvertently flick up and down her body. “Everything is perfect.” For the first time today, her face ignites in a genuine grin, exposing the sexy, tiny gap between her top front teeth. Damn, how can one woman be so cute and sexy at the same time? It makes me smile back, as much as I try and fight it.
“I do what I can.” She says, and heads out the door shooting me one more glance before she leaves. Oh what I can imagine doing to you, my sweet little Hope.
All I want is her. It’s only been a day but already I’m pining for the feel of her soft skin against my own. How I want to rip off that blouse and suck those titties until she screams out in pleasure.
The rest of the day is hard to concentrate, and for the most part I avoid Hope. I even do some of my own work that I normally hand off to Ursula. But I know it can only last so long. The reason I hired an assistant is because I need assistance. A company like this can’t be a one man operation.
After hours of occupying myself in an attempt to forget about the angel on the other side of the wall, I realize resistance is futile. I have to see her, to smell her. My fingers grip the phone and I summon her into my office.
As soon as she walks in, the air grows heavier. It’s like I’m a kid doing something that I know is ultimately bad, but I can’t resist myself. And maybe, when it comes to Hope, I don’t want to control my urges. Maybe I just want her. Right here and now.
“How would you like to join me for a drink?” I ask. It’s not what I was expecting to say, but her innocent gaze threw me for a loop at the last second.
“It’s not five, yet.” She says glancing at her smartwatch.
“Well,” I whisper, standing. “We’ll just have to sneak past the boss.” A crimson blush expands against her cheeks. It nearly sends my cock into a state of shock. I’ve never felt anything like this in my whole life. How can this one woman who I barely know make me want to break my own rules? The same rules that have gotten me to the top of my game.
“If you won’t tell him, I won’t.” She whispers back, wrinkling up her nose. If it isn’t the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, I’ll be damned.
We stop at the desk so that she can grab her purse and we head out of the office. There’s a hole in the wall bar down the street that I go to, a little bit off the beaten path. I go there when I want to think and not be inundated with people who insist on having a twenty-five dollar martini. I can’t help but notice the shock on Hope’s face once we set foot inside.
“You drink here?” She says. I can’t help but laugh out loud. The look of disgust on her face is blatant.
“The booze tastes the same as anywhere else.” We saddle up to the bar and the owner, Mike extends his hand.
“Rex, what’s good my man?” His eyes fall on Hope for a second. Now it’s his turn to blatantly show expression. I’ve never been in here with anyone but my former business partner and his now wife. “Who do we have here?”
“This is my new assistant Hope Nichols. Hope, this is Mike. He owns the place.”
“Nice to meet you, Hope.” Mike takes her hand a little more gently than he handled mine. And it’s a good thing. Mike’s a friend, but Hope deserves respect. She’s a lady and I would never allow anyone to treat her any other way than like the sexy queen she is.