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  “Ruby,” I tell her. “We can’t do this again.”

  I begin zipping my pants up and she pulls her shirt and bra up over her perfect tits.

  “I know,” she says.

  But she’s looking at me as if she doesn’t know. As if she’s patiently waiting for more already.

  Damn it.

  I’ve never felt this feeling in my gut and now I’m never going to be able to get rid of it. I’m used to quick one night stands with women I never see again. Now I’m going to have to see her teasing me, tempting me, every day. And I’m going to have to deal with this quickening of breath in my chest, this fast beating in my heart, every time I fucking see her.

  Great. She’s ruined me and I didn’t even get to fuck her.

  Chapter 12 – Ruby

  THE NEXT DAY

  I never thought I’d enjoy working any job so much as I do this one. I think it’s the best job ever, just because I get to sleep with my boss.

  Sure, he says we can’t do anything more than we did, but his eyes and his huge cock tell me otherwise. I just know he’s going to take my virginity. It’s only a matter of time.

  All day, Shirley’s been showing me the most mundane tasks again but Cameron is around most of the time and it feels great to be near him again. It’s obvious to me that he wants me but thinks I’m too innocent for him. If only he knew what a bad, bad girl I want to be for him.

  In the afternoon, he tells Shirley she can go home early.

  “Are you sure?” she asks, obviously not used to doing that.

  “Yes,” he says. “You’ve shown Ruby how to file the motions to dismiss Judge Baez and now she can spend the rest of the afternoon doing those. You can look them over tomorrow before they get filed, to make sure everything looks right.”

  “Thank you,” she says, her eyes darting to the door as if she’s happy to be making her escape home to Winston.

  As soon as she leaves, I turn around and look at Cameron. He clears his throat, as if willing me not to make things awkward. But I know better.

  “I imagine she has loads of packing to do,” I tell him. “Or maybe people don’t take much when they move to a Florida beach since it’s all going to be blown away in a hurricane anyway.”

  He laughs.

  “What more would she need besides a bathing suit?” he asks. “Don’t people go there for the warm weather and beaches?”

  “Maybe she just wanted to get home to Winston,” I say. “I mean, if I do recall his name correctly. I think it’s something that starts with a ‘W.’ And since I’ve known her only a few days and you’ve known her over twenty years, I think I’m winning the name guessing contest.”

  “Very funny,” he says, shaking his head at me like I’m a bad, bad girl.

  I love it.

  I love the excitement I feel when I’m around him. The energy. The chemistry.

  He thinks I’m just a young girl, that I don’t know anything and can’t be everything he wants me to be. But I’m going to prove him wrong.

  That reminds me.

  “You know that toy company you’re representing pro bono?” I ask him.

  He looks up at me, obviously surprised that I’d bring that up.

  “Yes,” he says. “It’s not actually a pro bono agreement, or at least not yet. I plan to sit down with the owner soon and negotiate the terms. I’m just assuming it will be fully or partially pro bono, given the nature of the company.”

  “That’s good,” I tell him. “I wouldn’t recommend doing it for free.”

  “Why’s that?” he asks.

  “Can I show you something?” I nod towards his computer monitor.

  “Sure,” he says, still looking surprised.

  I walk around to his side of the computer and click on his mouse so that I can open up the file I’d saved to the firm’s cloud storage account. Doing so requires me to reach my arm across his, and put my leg nearly on his.

  He wraps his hand around my leg, almost instinctively. Possessively.

  His door is wide open and there are still people occasionally walking by in the hallway. Most of them haven’t left for the day. His desk blocks most of what they would see if they were to look in, but it’s still crazy exciting.

  He moves his hand up to my thigh.

  “Right here,” I tell him, pulling up the document. “This is the company’s net worth.”

  I show him an orange circle.

  “So?” he asks, unimpressed.

  “And this,” I tell him, clicking to open up another window, “is the owner’s net worth.”

  That one is a blue circle, and it is much bigger. A lot of different colored smaller circles are hovering around it, with the orange circle being just one of them.

  “These are all his different companies,” I tell him. “Basically he’s worth a shit ton of money.”

  He grabs on tight to my thigh and I know he’s not just excited for sexual reasons.

  “Really?” he asks me. “How did you find this out?”

  “I have my ways,” I tell him, with a shrug.

  “I guess there’s a whole wide world of the web out there that I know little to nothing about,” he says.

  “Yeah, it’s called Google.”

  He laughs.

  I didn’t get this off of fucking Google. But I don’t want him to be worried about how I got it. I just want him to be excited that I did. And it looks like it worked.

  His fingers travel up and down my thighs, causing me to get goosebumps.

  “We have a whole due diligence department and no one even caught this,” he says. “I guess I hadn’t really told them to look that hard, considering I just didn’t know what was there.”

  “It’s amazing what’s right under your nose if you actually look,” I tell him, with a wink.

  “It really is amazing,” he says. “Thank you.”

  I smile, but his smile is even bigger and I love it.

  “I can’t believe I thought it was just a small company,” he says. “And I was fighting with Asher over it. And I wasn’t going to charge them much at all, if anything.”

  I move his hand up, under my skirt. But he stops and drops his hand.

  “Go shut my door,” he says.

  “Of course.”

  I can feel myself dripping wet for him while I cross the room to shut his office door.

  This is it. He felt too guilty yesterday and thought he could resist me— making me spend all evening in agony wondering if he would still want me today— but today he’s going to do it. He’s going to take my virginity.

  When I get back to where he’s sitting at his desk, he pulls me onto his lap. He kisses me. I knew it would be good but this is amazingly fantastic. His tongue explores my mouth and becomes entangled with mine. We’re both short winded when we come up for air.

  “Ruby Mansfield,” he says. “Tell me something. Who the hell are you?”

  I freeze, wondering what he could mean.

  What does he know?

  But he’s looking at me with mere curiosity and interest, as if he truly wants to know more about me. He’s not looking at me with suspicion.

  Whew.

  I breathe a sigh of relief but only inwardly. I don’t want it to be too noticeable.

  I’m the girl of your dreams, I want to say. But it sounds so cheesy.

  So desperate. Like I’ve felt ever since I met him.

  So instead I just say, “What do you want to know?”

  “What did you do last night?” he asks me.

  Thought about you, I think. Got mad at you for not fucking me. Played with myself with my vibrator and wished it was you.

  But I don’t say these things. He’s looking at me intently, as I’m sitting in his lap, and I know he wants a serious answer.

  “I dug up some of this information about the toy company that I’ve just shown you,” I tell him. “And then I worked on my app.”

  “The Pinterest merged with Evernote app?” He asks. “Everest?
”

  “Ha,” I laugh. “It’s not called that. And that’s not all it does. I never should have told you about it like that.”

  “Yes you should have,” he says, gnawing on my ear in a way that makes me get goosebumps again. “I like that you told me. I like that you’re making it.”

  “Well it’s just that when I explain it in a way that’s easy for people to understand, then they start thinking it’s more simplistic than it really is. They only think about it in terms of other apps, when really it does so much more.”

  “Oh, wow, excuse me, Computer Genius. I’m sorry I don’t understand the intricacies of computer programming,” he says, grinning.

  “Very funny.”

  He nuzzles my neck now and I don’t want him to stop.

  “So what do you call it?” he asks me.

  “Ruby. Just Ruby.”

  “Ruby? Really?”

  “Yeah,” I tell him, feeling kind of stupid now. “There’s a feature I put it in that’s pretty much just for fun but it’s like a game instead of just an organization or storage tool. It arranges pictures you tag like a Rubik’s cube.”

  “That’s awesome.”

  I wasn’t sure whether to tell him this silly part but he looks seriously impressed so now I’m glad I did.

  “I don’t think I can call it that since it’s probably copyrighted or patented and what not, but I’m hoping people will get the connection with the program being called Ruby. There’s also a button you can click next to your photos that says ‘Ruby This.’”

  He smiles at me.

  “I like to do it with my pictures of Madrid,” I tell him.

  “Madrid?”

  “Yeah, I have this crazy fascination with Madrid. When I have the time and money I want to go there and try out a café called La Cocina de mi Vecina. I have it set as my permanent photo to remind myself to get there as soon as I can. I’ve heard they have wonderful food and coffee. Their churros are especially good. Since it’s my permanent photo it always shows up in one of my ‘Ruby This’ photos in that app feature.”

  “Ruby This,” he says. “Love it. I like that it’s called Ruby. I like it.”

  “You do, do you?” I ask, as he begins kissing me again. “You like Ruby?”

  “I do. And now I’m wondering what Ruby is doing at my law firm.”

  Once again I try to keep myself from tensing, try to not give anything away. What does he mean?

  “How did you learn to code?” he asks me, and I’m glad he’s moving on to the next question.

  “I’m self-taught so far,” I tell him. “I just watched some videos and took some courses online.”

  I wonder if I should tell him more, or if it will give too much away.

  I wish I could tell him everything. But I can’t risk losing this job. Or whatever it is that he and I have going on.

  “I want to go to coding school and take a business planning course and make money with Ruby,” I tell him. “I mean, at night of course. Since I work here during the day and everything. And like it. Of course.”

  Shit.

  I shouldn’t have said anything. He’ll know this is all meant to be something temporary and part of a bigger plan.

  “So you mean you don’t want to go off to law school like more than half of the assistants we hire?”

  His hand travels over my leg again as he jokes, and I realize that even if he knew this was a temporary gig, he wouldn’t really care. Obviously some people don’t plan to work in a law firm forever.

  “I don’t think so,” I tell him. “No offense.”

  I think about how Katie said she’d hate to be a lawyer. And how I had agreed with her about that. The long hours, the constant fighting, the stress of having that much responsibility, must really wear on anyone after a while. It’s amazing that Cameron looks as good as he does.

  “No offense taken,” he says. “Everyone has their own path. It sounds like you know what you want in life.”

  “I don’t,” I tell him, instinctively, before I have the chance to consider whether or not it’s a good idea. “I just know what I don’t want in life.”

  “And what don’t you want in life?” he asks me.

  “I don’t want a boring or mundane life. I don’t want to stay only in one place forever. So I guess one thing I know I want is to travel the world and always keep moving. What’s that Tom Petty line? About you can’t grow old if you don’t slow down?”

  Shit.

  I think I might have just brought up our age difference or the fact that he’s old. It was not my intention but I just seem to talk too much around him. More than I do to anyone. Normally I’m pretty isolated and like to stick to myself.

  But he doesn’t seem to be focused on that part of what I said.

  “You know Tom Petty?” he asks me, amazed.

  “I know pretty much every kind of music,” I shrug. “I really like music.”

  “I can tell,” he says. “At first I was rather annoyed that you always have those headphones on. But if it’s Tom Petty blaring from them, I’ll give you a pass.”

  “What were you going to do to me for wearing headphones in the office?” I ask him, leaning in close to his lips.

  He grabs my ass and kisses me deeply and possessively.

  “Oh, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby,” he says. “You don’t know what I want to do to you.”

  “Show me,” I tell him.

  He moves his hand down to where I’ve been rubbing myself with my vibrator and wishing it was him. Now it really is him, and it feels almost too good to be true.

  He grabs me hard and says, “Are you sure you really want to know?”

  “Yes, Boss. Please.”

  He pulls my hair back and kisses me deeper and then looks me in the eyes.

  “Ruby, I know you want me to take your virginity. But that’s going to bond us in a way I’m not sure you’re ready for. I already want to do things to you that would blow your mind. The things I want to do to you are for me. I’m not even sure you’d like them.”

  “Try me,” I tell him, opening up my legs wider so that he can push his finger inside me.

  “You’re sure?”

  He rubs my clit while he fingers me and I have never been surer of anything in my life.

  “Please, Boss,” I practically beg him. “I can’t stand the way you tease me. I need you to make me come the way I made you come last night. Please, Boss, please.”

  He looks me in the eye as his fingers are plunged deep inside me.

  “All right, Ruby. But just remember you asked for it.”

  Chapter 13 – Cameron

  I lift Ruby up and turn her around so I can sit her down on my desk. While her legs are wrapped around me I take off her shirt and bra so I can see her round breasts in their perfect fullness. I take them in my hands.

  “Do you like when I twist your nipples?” I ask her, feeling their hardness in between my fingers.

  “Yes.”

  I lick them and then take one in my mouth and suck on it, completely taken by her. I both love and hate how she has this power over me. She makes my cock hard but my knees weak.

  I love how she begs for my dick but I also can’t believe she thinks she can have me just because she wants me. And here I am giving into her.

  I’m going to need to show her I’m in charge. Remind her that I’m boss.

  I take my tie off and take her wrists in my hand. I lean her back and tie her to the chair on the other side of my desk.

  “Let me see that pussy of yours,” I tell her, spreading her legs open wide.

  Her pussy is exquisite: its folds look open and inviting, just for me, because she’s pure and untouched. Nothing has gotten through it and nothing will get through it except for my cock: I’ll make sure of it.

  “You said you wanted me to make you feel as good as you made me feel yesterday,” I tell her. “But you didn’t ask me nice enough.”

  “Please, Boss,” she says, her naked pussy exposed to me. />
  “Please what?”

  “Please lick my pussy.”

  “Like this?”

  I get down on my hands and knees and lightly lick and suck on her clit.

  “Yes, Boss,” she says, shivering a bit for me.

  She is dripping wet for me. And she tastes delicious.

  I take her further in my mouth, licking her clit up and down. She moans, obviously involuntarily, in a way that lets me know she likes my mouth on her pussy even more than she had anticipated. She tilts her head back and relaxes.

  I breathe in the lusty smell of her pussy, just centimeters below my nose. I love how the scent is musky yet feminine— like she took a fresh shower this morning but then she spent all day being hot and ready for me.

  I suck the folds of her pussy into my mouth and then run my tongue up inside her perfect little hole. I devour her, nearly unable to stand the wait until my cock can do to her pussy what my tongue is doing now.

  But first I want to watch her come for me. I tease her pussy lips with the lips of my mouth and plunge my tongue deep inside her while I play with her nipples.

  “Oh my god,” she says, as her pussy begins to quiver in my mouth.

  I take my mouth away and look at her dripping wet pussy.

  “Do you want me to make you come?” I ask her.

  “Oh yes. Please, Boss.”

  I suck on her pussy until she’s squirming and moaning, saying, “Oh my god, Boss, you feel so good.”

  She clearly gets off on the fact that I’m her boss, as do I.

  I tell her, “Do you like being my secretary?”

  “I love it,” she says, as her legs begin to shake while I eat her pussy. “I’m your little office slut.”

  Now I’m squeezing her nipple with one hand while fingering her juicy hole with the other. My tongue and lips are sucking on her delicious pussy and her entire body is like an earthquake.

  “I’m coming, Boss. You’re making me come.”

  She moans, and I back away a little bit while she leans back on my desk. She can’t lay all the way back because her hands are tied up but her legs are spread wide and she’s panting.

  “That was amazing,” she says. “And now you have to do it with your cock.”