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  If I’m honest with myself, neither of them are probably the best ideas I’ve ever had. But I don’t fucking care. I’m going to help the toy company and I’m also going to bang my assistant. Because it’s about time I took what I wanted at work just like I do outside of it.

  And, I can’t help admitting as I look at her gorgeous face and the cleavage poking ever so slightly out of her silk blouse, because she’s fucking hot and I want her so bad I can’t say no, even though I should.

  Chapter 9 – Ruby

  I take a deep breath as I walk out of the interview room. I can’t believe that went so well. Even though I should believe it because I set it all up for it to go that way. I spent the whole night preparing for this interview. And I do mean preparing.

  I have to do what it takes to get anywhere thanks to my past. I have the brains but not the qualifications on paper. I’m not the type of person who does well in school. Or at life in general.

  The lawyers like that I set up a filing system and a calendaring system. I’m good at solving everyone’s problems but my own. Except for now, I’m getting better at it.

  When I get to the floater’s computer I see that my tasks for the day include filing. Oh, great. At least it beats babysitting Mr. Mack again.

  I expect to see Katie in the filing room, but she isn’t there. A few hours later I break for lunch and see her in the cafeteria. There’s a legal pad in front of her that she’s pretending to flip through but she’s also glaring at the associates she had mentioned to me the other day.

  “How goes it?” I ask her.

  “Fine,” she says, while writing something on the legal pad. “I’m just reviewing notes from a meeting held earlier today.

  She slides the pad over to me so I can see what she’s written.

  Sucky. Temporarily assigned to the Barbies while Jim’s still in court.

  “Let me write down some advice I learned about note taking,” I tell her.

  That makes no sense at all, but the Barbies and the guy who is with them don’t seem to notice or care what we’re talking about.

  “She just flaunces around here like she owns the place just because Asher chose her to be his associate,” one of them whispers.

  No wonder Katie knows so much office gossip, if she’s often assigned to have to assist these gossipers. It’s clear they’re talking about Madilyn and Asher.

  Poor you, I write back. But at least you get to make up creative nicknames for them.

  She scribbles some more on the pad and then hands it back to me.

  That’s actually Madilyn’s nickname for them. The guy that follows them around with his tail between his legs, she calls their Ken. I heard her talking to Asher about it once when I was called in to help them prep for a big case. She thought I had left but I was still in the hallway. The nickname is great so it stuck with me. She’s a pretty cool chick once you get to know her.

  Except she obviously doesn’t have the best taste in men, I write back.

  I’m sure she would disagree with you, Katie writes.

  I’m just kidding. I’d already thought that Madilyn was cool from the interview I’d had with her, and I feel a little guilty about lying about some things. I feel especially guilty that she’d passed on the misinformation to Cameron.

  But a lot of that stuff came from my original application back from before I’d even known Cameron at all. And if I hadn’t used it I wouldn’t have gotten this job, let alone the chance to be promoted to his secretary.

  For me, life has been a series of difficult decisions and sometimes I’ve had to choose the lesser of two evils. Not that I’ve always made the right choice, but I really have been trying lately to turn things around. It’s just hard to run from a bad past, especially when it’s always right there taunting you and threatening to catch up with you.

  How’d the interview go? Katie writes.

  Better than I thought, I respond.

  I feel like we’re passing notes back and forth in school, before there was such a thing as texting or instant messaging. But my joy at our old school form of communication is cut short when Kate finishes her last note and stands up.

  “I gotta go,” says Katie. “I have a lot of dictation to do.”

  Her note says: I hate to be caught dead walking around the halls with the Barbies and Ken. I like to beat them back to the office. Plus, I need to smoke out first just to be able to spend time near them.

  It’s all I can do to suppress my laughter. Katie takes the notepad and removes the piece of paper we’ve been writing on. She sticks it in the paper shredder next to the trash can before she leaves the cafeteria.

  I suppose it’s time to get back to the floater’s desk myself. As I walk out, I can hear one of the Barbies say, “She’s not even hot. I, like, totes don’t get it.”

  I refrain from laughing yet again. I think Madilyn is way prettier than any of them are and I also think she has a better personality. So I “like, totes get” what Asher sees in her. And I’m glad they’re happy together, even if the match is a bit odd. Who am I to judge? I’m the one who wants to sleep with Cameron. Or let him do anything else he wants to do to me for that matter.

  Chapter 10 – Ruby

  When I get back to the floater’s computer, there’s an email in the inbox, asking me to report to Madilyn’s office. It’s a couple hours old, but I was in the filing room when it was sent.

  I feel like running there but I force myself to slow my pace.

  This is it. This is when I find out I get to work for Cameron Sanchez. Or at least I hope so.

  When I get there, the door’s shut so I rap on it lightly.

  “One second,” Madilyn calls out.

  Her voice sounds a bit breathless.

  It’s more than a second, and when she comes to the door she’s running a hand frantically through her tousled hair.

  “Oh, Ruby, it’s you,” she says, looking relieved.

  “Ruby.” Asher nods at me as he leaves the office, but I notice that he winks at Madilyn first. I also notice that the top button of his shirt is undone.

  Katie wasn’t kidding when she said the two were getting extra cozy.

  “Sorry Ruby, I didn’t know when you’d be coming up,” Madilyn says, straightening up her skirt and then taking a seat at her desk. She gestures to the chair on the other side of it— where clients usually sit— and so I sit down too.

  “Sorry,” I tell her. “I was in the filing room when you sent the email.”

  “Oh I know,” Madilyn says. “And that’s what I like about you. Your work ethic. So, need to apologize.”

  She smiles.

  “In fact,” she says, “the reason I asked you to come see me is because I wanted to personally let you know that the job is yours if you want it.”

  “The job?”

  “Yes,” she says, blinking patiently at me as if I’m hard of hearing. “The job as Mr. Sanchez’s legal assistant.”

  I can’t believe it. I was hoping this is what she was going to tell me but I still can’t believe it.

  Nothing good ever happens to me. Then I got this job, and now this promotion and I get to be up close and personal with the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. It’s all I can do to keep from clapping.

  “Thank you, Madilyn,” I tell her, doing my best to restrain myself.

  I return her smile but I’m sure mine is a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

  Don’t fuck this up like you fuck up everything else, I tell myself.

  “When do I start?” I ask her.

  “I believe that Shirley is available to start training you this afternoon,” she says. “So you might want to go check with her and Mr. Sanchez now.”

  “Thank you, Madilyn,” I say again, because I can’t even think of anything better to say and I’m actually very grateful.

  “You’re welcome,” she says, with a little laugh.

  I wonder if she knows how I feel. I wonder if this is how she felt the first time she was able t
o work near Asher.

  My feet refrain from skipping on my way to Cameron’s office. But my heart doesn’t. I pass the filing room and peek in on Katie, who is actually showing one of the Barbies something in a file, instead of smoking her vape pen for once.

  She gives me a hesitant thumbs up sign, as if asking a question, and I respond with a big thumbs up of my own. She smiles, obviously happy for me. I guess I’ve made a friend in stoner girl Katie. That’s something else I’ve never had: a real friend.

  When I get to Cameron’s office, his secretary looks a lot happier to see me than he does.

  “Welcome, Ruby,” she says, a big smile spreading across her face.

  I’m sure she’s happy they found a replacement so soon, so she can train me and be on her way to Florida.

  “Come right in.”

  “Hello Mr. Sanchez,” I say, nodding my head to Cameron.

  “Hello Ruby.”

  His spine is stiff and he is barely even looking at me.

  “Welcome aboard. I’m happy to have you as my new assistant. Ruby will be training you for the rest of the afternoon.”

  He’s saying all the right words but his tone sounds like a robot. What happened to the flirtatious guy from before? He looks like someone has programmed him to talk like this.

  “Great,” I say, even though I don’t think it’s great at all.

  Thus begins an afternoon nearly as boring as all my other ones in the filing room or in Mr. Mack’s office. Shirley painstakingly shows me how Cameron likes his files organized and his pleadings formatted: all things I could find out myself just by looking at his computer or his files.

  At first, Cameron works at his desk while Shirley and I move from her cubicle in the hallway— which will soon become my cubicle in the hallway— in and out of his office as she shows me things.

  At times I’m so close to him that I can smell his expensive perfume. It smells like cedar mixed with a touch of spring breeze. I can sense the chemistry between us and I can tell he’s watching my every mood, at least out of the corner of his eye if not sometimes straight on.

  But he never makes direct eye contact with me and he doesn’t say any anything designed to catch my attention like it seemed he was doing yesterday.

  Damn it.

  I guess he’s being good now that he’s my boss. Perhaps I shouldn’t have gotten this job. It’s having the exact opposite effect that I wanted. It’s enough to drive me crazy.

  At some point, Cameron excuses himself and says he has a meeting. And then he doesn’t come back.

  An hour passes. And then another.

  This is worse torture than being close to him yet not able to really talk to him. All I want is for him to come back.

  I feel like some desperate woman, possessed by him, obsessed with him. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.

  At five o’clock, Shirley says, “Well, that’s it for me for today. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Have a good evening,” I tell her, but I don’t want to leave.

  I’m left alone in Cameron’s office. I sit down in his desk chair and imagine what it must be like to be him. The power. The money. The masculinity.

  I half expect him to come back and find me here like this. Maybe I want him to yell at me for being in his office when I’m not supposed to be. Maybe I want him to spank me.

  But he doesn’t come back. I wait until 5:30 and then I just feel even more pathetic.

  I head to the file room to see if for some reason Katie’s still here. Maybe she dozed off while hitting her vape pen again. I could sure use a listening ear right now and perhaps some advice.

  She’s not here, of course. There’s no reason for her to be. All the normal assistants have gone home. It’s only me left, with this ridiculous crush on my new boss.

  I notice that she left a book in the corner, where she always sits. A collection of Pablo Neruda’s poetry.

  I sit down and begin reading it. The last thing I want to do is go home right now. Talk about being bored and lonely. I just want to sit here with my thoughts and with this sensual poetry.

  I want to do to you what spring does to the cherry trees, I read.

  That’s funny, I think. Because I want Cameron to do that to me. Too bad it’s not going to happen.

  And then as if on cue, I feel a presence at the door. I look up and there he is. Cameron Sanchez. My new boss. And the guy I want to take my virginity.

  Chapter 11 – Cameron

  There she is. Ruby Mansfield.

  My new secretary. And the woman I want to claim as my own.

  I can’t believe I came here to find her. I knew she’d be here. She devised that whole filing system. She is always in here. And I had a feeling she’d be hoping I would come find her.

  She looks at me with such lust and desire that I know she was right. I know she wants me. But she could be my downfall.

  I was purposefully staying away, fighting every carnal urge. I’d gone to an unnecessary meeting with a client on the other side of town— I would normally send one of my associates to attend such a mundane matter— and then I had driven around aimlessly, listening to talk radio and telling myself I know better than to mess with her.

  I’m old enough to be her father. And I’m her boss. I should know better. I do.

  But those lips. Those eyes. Those curves.

  I had to come back and see if she wanted me as much as I want her. And now I have my answer.

  “What are you reading?” I ask her, without even bothering to say hello.

  We are past such pleasantries. We both know what we want. I want to take her, to make her mine, and I don’t want to waste time before I do it.

  “This,” she says, and passes me the book.

  I want to do with you what spring does to the cherry trees.

  I stare at her.

  I know what she’s trying to tell me.

  She’s a virgin. And she wants me.

  I hand her the book back without saying a word. I can’t do it. She’s so young. So innocent underneath despite the tough exterior she puts up on the outside. She has no idea what kind of relationships I’m into. I can’t ruin her by defiling and debasing her.

  I take a step away from her, and start to open my mouth to tell her to have a good night. But she crawls after me. She literally crawls and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen a woman do.

  “Please, Boss,” she says, getting on her knees and feeling my cock through my pants.

  My stupid fucking cock isn’t listening to my brain. It wants her bad. It’s like putty in her hands. Except she’s making it hard as a rock.

  “I want you,” she tells me.

  “I know.”

  She looks up at me, her beautiful blue eyes begging me to take her.

  I let her unzip my pants and slide my cock out of my boxer briefs. Her eyes widen in delight at my full ten inches. She licks its head and just when I think she is so dainty and shy, which would make sense because I can sense she’s a virgin, she begins sucking on it, hard and eager, and moving her hand up and down on my shaft.

  “Oh my God,” I tell her. “Ruby. That feels so good.”

  She takes my entire cock in her mouth like a champ. I grab her head and push myself further inside her, holding onto her hair like I’ve fantasized about doing since I first met her. I fuck her mouth and she deep throats me and for a second I forget how fucking innocent she has to be.

  I think about the fact that anyone could walk right through this door. They could catch us in the act and it could ruin both of us.

  I don’t know whether that thought thrills me or terrifies me. I suppose it’s a mixture of both.

  “Ruby,” I say, looking down at her as she twirls her tongue over the tip of my cock, grabbing my balls and teasing me so badly just for interrupting her to ask a question. “Have you ever had sex before?”

  She shakes her head and bats her eyes at me. Fuck.

  Then she moves her mouth all
over my cock and I let her.

  But this has to be it, I tell myself.

  I need this release. I’ve been wanting it, fucking dreaming of it.

  I reach down and pull her perfect breasts out of her blouse— they’re gorgeous and I want them to be mine but I’m going to have to settle for what we’re doing now because I can’t take her innocence no matter how much I want to.

  I grab her tits in my hand and she lets out a soft little moan as she eats my cock. I take her nipples in my fingers and twist them, willing myself not to do it as hard as I want.

  “Yes, Boss,” she says, licking up and down my shaft and then shoving my cock back in her mouth. “Please, Boss.”

  “Do you want my cum in your mouth?” I ask her.

  She nods as she continues to suck my cock.

  “Then you’re going to have to beg for it because I need this to be something you want,” I tell her. “I need this to be your choice.”

  “Please, Boss,” she says, her lips grabbing the top of my cock and then sucking all the way down to the bottom and then back up again. “Please come in my mouth.”

  I rub her nipples with my fingers while she moans. Then I grab onto them good and hard while I feel myself getting ready to climax.

  I fill up her mouth even more with my pulsing cock as I say, “All right, Ruby. Here it fucking comes.”

  I can’t talk anymore because I’m gasping and out of breath as I explode my cum into her mouth. She continues sucking until the very last drop is out and she swallows it all.

  “Oh my God,” I tell her. “I can’t believe we just did this.”

  “It’s okay,” she says, looking up into my eyes. “I wanted to. I liked it.”

  She thinks I feel guilty. Sure, that’s some of what I felt while she was sucking my cock. But I also felt the rush of forbidden excitement.

  Now, though, I feel something different.

  Something I’ve never felt before. And it terrifies me more than the thought of getting caught had both terrified and excited me just a few minutes ago.

  She has a perfect dimple on her chin. I put my finger there and I lift her head up to look into my eyes.