BRUCE
She was taken aback by my tone, and I realized that she might be a total stranger to me even though I had this feeling of familiarity between us. I thought I knew her, but it happens that the decent-looking lady in front of me was a different person altogether. She looked like a fallen angel. Her beauty was overwhelming, and I can't help but steal a flirting glance at her rounded breast. She was wearing a white corporate shirt and a short black skirt. I bet her ass are fucking hot, too.
"I'm sorry I don't know what you are talking about," she snapped, and proceeded to clarify herself. “My name is Mary Anderson and I'm here for the interview scheduled for 9 AM," she said swiftly in a voice that only belonged to seducers.
"Oh!" I remembered that I had an interview to coordinate, but the sight of her, with her flawless skin and expressive eyes, kept drawing my gaze. I struggled to compose myself and ignore the pounding of my heart. I had to remind myself that she was here for a job, and I was in charge. “I suppose you are aware that this is an office and you don't just barge in anyhow you like,” I made it clear for her and finally walked past her, taking my place behind the desk.
"I was ringing the bell but there was no response," she said with her teeth tripping her base lip. I gulped when she did that, my dirty mind suddenly coming up with different scenarios that involved her naked and her red painted lips on my dick. No, I can't think about her like that. I tried to force my brain to cooperate, but I was always too easily aroused.
“Were you invited in?” I asked, giving her a cold stare, despite the clenching feeling in my chest, I maintained control over my expression.
“It's a public office and I don't think I need any invitations or whatsoever to come in plus I notified my presence before stepping in,” she said boldly and I was flustered. Just who does she think she was speaking to in such a manner?
“Nobody comes into my office uninvited,” I continued, “sit down there let's begin," I waved my hand towards the black tuffet in front of my desk as she sat down, a slouchy portion of her boobs were on full view now. I couldn't help but ogled at them. There is something about her that intrigued me. Maybe it is the way she carried herself, or the fact that she seemed so out of this world.
"I am ready," she pulled me away from my stare, and I nervously licked my bottom lip, pushing my thoughts away to be able to concentrate on the interview.
"Alright!" I cleared my throat and grabbed a pen from the table before leaning back on my comfortable chair. “So tell me, why do you want this job?" I asked with my tongue in cheek.
"I've been looking for a job for a while, and I feel like this is the perfect opportunity for me. Not just because of the job description, but because of the company's values,” she said, her voice taking on a more formal tone.
“Do you know any specific skills or strengths that you would bring to the role of personal secretary?"
"My role primarily would involve managing schedules, coordinating meetings, and handling correspondence,” she replied confidently. I think I like her already.
"This position may require occasional overtime or flexibility with hours. Are you able to accommodate that?"
"Yes, I am more than willing to be flexible with my schedule as needed, ensuring that tasks are completed efficiently and effectively," as she spoke, I jotted down notes on her responses and I couldn't help but feel impressed.
I paused for a moment to process her answers, racking my brain for any additional questions I might have. "What makes you think you are qualified?" I asked, looking intently at her eyes. All seductive and clear as a crystal.
"My qualifications are a perfect fit for this role, because I have previous work experience as a consultant which makes me the ideal candidate. I believe my skills would be an asset to this company,” she explained.
“Many people are in need of this position as much as you are and I can assure you that ninety percent of the candidates might be capable of doing this job way better than you. Why should we pick you instead of them?” I asked, stroking my chin.
"That's why it's overtly important you take a look at my resume," she offered, handing me her files and adjusting her shirt at the same time. Thanks to her see-through vest, I spotted a clear view of those breasts. Damn!
I wanted to impress her for some reason but I just didn't want to show her how much effect she was having on me. I was aware of the small voice in my head telling me to shut off whatever thoughts I was having of her. She looked so young, she couldn't be very much older than 20 years old.
"Hmm, good to know. Miss...?" I scratched my forehead and glanced at her resume. I noted her impressive educational background but a bit of a name inconsistency. "Your qualifications are impressive, Miss Anderson but I'm not sure this profile belongs to you."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she began to protest. "There must have been a mistake somewhere,” she responded, biting her lips and offering me a seductive gaze.
"You are not Mary Anderson," I returned my attention to the list of candidates while reaching for the telephone on my desk.
"No, wait!" she placed her palm over my hand and I clasped another of my hands on hers. I could feel how soft her skin was on mine. "It is me… I meant that… but my friends do call me Charlotta sometimes."
She was faltering with her response and I knew she was not whom she claimed to be and probably not here for the job either. I shook my head, allowing myself to get lost in the thousands of thoughts that kept playing in my mind. My heart craved her but my head is feeling otherwise.
“Charlotta!" I reiterated, clearing my throat and glancing down at our joined hands. "I'm afraid I can't offer you this job." I made things clear to her as I withdrew my hands from hers.
CHARLOTTA I watched as he rose from his chair, turning his back to me and staring out the window at the stunning cityscape below. I sat back down on the soft plush tuffet, feeling confused and uncertain. I had no idea what to say or do, and I could feel my brain whirring, trying to make sense of it all. I thought that I came prepared and everything was all figured out but it seems this Bruce of a guy would be a tough one. He was totally different from what I had expected him to be."Your answers are great! It's just that... you.. you are not whom you claimed to be and your ascent is not purely American." He turned to face me again and his face was giving me chills, as he was all serious and formal. I have been in many strange situations, during my date with different types of men, but right now, I feel more skittish than I had ever felt. He saw through my game, and he could incite fear even in me.“I get it you don't want me working for your company because you discovered that I am a
CHARLOTTAMy ride came to a stop a few minutes later, and alighting, I smiled at the driver, before handing him his payment. He nodded and smiled back before zooming off. I couldn't get an uber because my app was pretty glitchy, so I had to use a taxi considering the bus stop was just a stone throw away from my street.I reached into my purse and took out my phone to turn on the music app. With the headphones on the first song started playing, the music seemed to drown out all the chaos earlier today and my complicated feelings towards Bruce. The fact that I will be working for that son-of-a-bitch means that I could be seeing him every-fucking-day. I couldn't help but feel powerless when I'm around him.When I finally got to my apartment building, I was feeling anxious. Someone has been in here. I could sense it, though nothing seemed out of place. Pulling my keys out of my purse and opening the door I walked into the living room, and there was no sign of anybody anywhere. Then I head
BRUCEAt exactly 8:00 AM I stepped into my office and sank into my fancy chair. The room smelled of rose and the air-conditioner hummed gently in the background. Everything was in its place, too neat and too perfect. I took a deep breath and tried to settle my nerves. I loosened my tie and tossed it on the desk, where it landed with a soft thud. I stood up and walked over to the window, looking out over the city below. The world seemed so small, so fragile."Good morning," the sound of a female voice catched my ear and I turned to see her, Charlotta standing in the doorway, holding the door open. For a few moments I stared at her, without finding anything to say to her.Today she was wearing a form-fitting pencil skirt, a silky pink blouse, and a pair of black stilettos. Her hair was pulled back into a neat bun, and her makeup was natural. Despite her good looks, she's twice as aggravating as she is attractive. She's not loyal, not by a long shot. I'd thought she'd be soft, but instea
CHARLOTTABruce Moore is a charming devil. How could someone so handsome be so difficult to work with? It must be because he knew he was attractive and used it to his advantage. On one hand, he wanted my loyalty, but on the other hand, I am my own person, and I wouldn't let him walk all over me.I glared at Bruce as he asked me out of his office upon his friend's arrival. Slamming the door shut, I needed to escape before I unleashed my frustration on the nearest object, maybe a vase over that guy's head. Damn him for ruining such a sweet moment for me.Walking out of the elevator, I spotted a few unfamiliar faces in the lobby - three ladies and two men. They glanced at each other and then at me, the men eyeing me up and down before one of the ladies, a blondie, spoke up. “Hey bitch, mind telling me who you are and what your business is here?" she asked, looking at me disdainfully."I'm the new CEO's secretary, and if you've got a problem with that, you can take it up with him," I repl
BRUCE Mateo has noticed that something's off about me, and he's not buying my excuses. I keep telling him I'm fine, but he can tell I'm not being completely honest with him. He's probably worried about me, and I hate making him feel that way. I don't know how to fucking tell him that I'm having a crush on my secretary."Come on, let's grab a drink and unwind," Matt said, standing in the doorway of my office, one hand resting on the frame. His body language was relaxed, but his tone was insistent.The company was throwing a welcome party for all the new employees. Usually, most of them took this opportunity to go out and celebrate, since it was their first chance to get out and let loose after the stress of getting a new job. I wonder if Charlotta would attend."I don't know, man," I said, digging through my desk drawers and pulling out a stack of papers and a pen. "I've got too much to do than to go out and party." I sighed, dropping the supplies on the table and turning to face Matt
CHARLOTTA "So you want me to come to this party with you?" Bella glanced down at the oversized t-shirt and bun shorts that she was wearing and sighed. "Ugh, I don't even have anything to wear."“You wear something of mine," I offered. I was a foot taller than Anabella. I went over to the closet and rummaged through the clothes, pulling out a black dress. "This one might fit you," I said, handing it to her. "It's a little tight on me though, but it might work for you." I watched her take the dress from me, immediately holding it up against her body to check the fit. "Perfect!" she exclaimed, dropping the dress onto the bed. With a swift motion, she pulled her t-shirt off over her head, revealing her perky breasts and then proceeded to remove her shorts before sliding into the dress."How do I look?" Bella did a little 360 spin in front of the mirror. She looked amazing in the strapless, body-hugging dress that accentuated her curves. "You look gorgeous!" I exclaimed, not able to hol
BRUCE It was good to be out with the guys, away from the stresses of work and duty. Mateo along with Harley, and Harvey, the Kramer twins. Harvey and Harley Kramer were identical twins. Physically, the twins were tall and lean, with dark hair and green eyes. And like most twins, their personalities were no different. They were outgoing and always the life of the party. You know what they say - if the Kramers are around, it's gonna be a blast!Their dad was a major shareholder, so they had an inside track of the company. Harvey is in charge of runnin' the show in the finance department. Harley’s the one who signs off the big deals. They've got the whole thing on lockdown, and they know their stuff darn well.We'd been coming to this hotel for years. The VIP table was our usual spot and it would be hard not to see anything or anyone from here. The atmosphere was vibrant and energetic, as the lights flashed and glowed in a dizzying array of colors. Maybe a song ‘can't stop the feeling’
CHARLOTTAI'd been lost in thought when I crashed into a man who was shutting off my path. I looked up and saw him standing there, fucking dick, Bruce, positioned beside the door in a black button top tucked neatly dipped down below his dior belt and a tan trousers. Looking like an American model. Fuck! My jaws were hanging open. I snapped it shut, then halted right in front of him."I find it hard to believe that you're not aware of the company's policy on employees attending social events without prior approval from their boss.” He said arrogantly, cocking his head.I rolled my eyes. “And I also find it hard to believe that you wouldn't have mentioned this to me beforehand." I frowned. I looked away, decided not to give this mother fucker another wink of my attention."I see," he said, his tone icy. "Well, I'll make sure you get a copy of the company's rules and regulations, so this doesn't happen again." He paused, his gaze boring into me. "And in the future, I expect you to follow