Tap, tap, tap...
I hear knocks on my office door and wake up from a long nap. I was in my house and ended up falling asleep in the office after reading John's will again, which the attorney had given me after his funeral. I had already come home from work that night and was exhausted because I wasn't used to working for such a long time. These five days went by quickly, but I managed to do a good job.
A few more knocks take away all my sleep and I adjust myself in the black leather armchair that was in the corner of the office and near the window. I quickly glance at the wall clock and it's already 10:45 pm...
"Come in!" I say and wait for an employee to enter, as Lili and Ian weren't home.
I see Miss Jennifer enter, carrying a glass of juice. The liquid in the glass had an orange color, so I already knew it was tangerine juice. One of the best flavors. And Jennifer knew what I liked.
Jennifer was older than me, thirty years old. She was somewhat tall, with fair skin, her hair was always neatly tied in a bun, and her eyes were dark brown, almost black. She had been working as a maid for about five years and was very polite and friendly.
"I brought juice for you," she says, coming towards me and then handing me the glass.
"Thank you, but you didn't have to go through the trouble... I was already going to bed."
"Well, Miss... I got worried because you came in and locked yourself in the office... you've been here for a long time."
"How long exactly, Jennifer?" I take a sip of the juice.
"For an hour and a half."
"Wow... all because of a nap... maybe I'll have back pain tomorrow."
Jennifer smiles and then goes to the table and leans against it, while she waits for me to finish drinking the juice.
Moments later, I stare at Jennifer from head to toe, analyzing her thin body hidden by her work uniform. I confess she's a beautiful woman, however, I had never paid attention.
Jennifer smiles and gestures for me to come with her finger.
I like that bold call, I put the glass on the floor near the armchair and get up, already receiving a surprised look from Jennifer. She didn't expect me to agree so easily. She was lucky.
I lost my brother more than fifteen days ago and I need comfort... any kind of comfort.
Jennifer and all the other employees know about my choice, they know I'm homosexual and have never treated me indifferently. Well, as far as I know...
I approach the woman in front of me and she steps away from the table with some hesitation. I stop in front of her and without saying anything, I start to untie her uniform and then untie the bun that was hiding her hair, while she simply watches me silently, her breathing becoming more and more erratic.
Jennifer breathes heavily when I intentionally touch one of her breasts over her clothing. I use my other hand and do the same with her other breast, but I never had the intention of hurting her. It was a way to make the woman in front of me aroused faster.
Jennifer bites her lip, showing her desire for me, and sighs repeatedly just with the light touches she receives on her breasts. I stop when I notice her peak of excitement and she tells me:
"I am at your disposal."
Her words stir my perverse conscience and my insides burn like embers.
"Can I do whatever I want with you?"
"A hum."
And then when I'm about to kiss her lips, I remember the face of the beautiful secretary who scraped her knee. Why the hell did I have to remember that person right now? She's just another secretary! What could she have that other women don't? I know... it's the scraped knee.
"Miss Hannah... are you okay?" Jennifer asks, putting her hand on my shoulder and gently caressing it.
"Yes, Jennifer... just a sudden memory."
"Hmm... I understand."
"Great," I say and take the hand that's on my shoulder and give it repeated kisses to further excite the woman in front of me.
I see her smile as I make a path of kisses and light bites on her arm and stop at her neck, where I give her some love bites that make her tremble and lean back against the table, this time due to a slight imbalance.
I take advantage of being close to her ear and whisper:
"If something really happens... it will be without any commitment."
"Perfect." she agrees with a faltering breath."
"And from now on... don't touch me!"
"I will only do what you desire."
I never let anyone touch me, except for a very trustworthy person, a fundamental principle that I valued.
Jennifer just wanted sex like me, so I had her under my control there on that table, where some objects fell to the ground when I laid her down and positioned myself on top of her... It was a pleasurable moment for both parties. I also found some solace when it was all over and I took a shower before bed.
- - -
3 days later...
"I didn't expect to take you with me on a business trip."
That's exactly what I said when I entered my private jet and found Miss Lancaster sitting in a seat far from mine. She looked very beautiful and sat behaved while holding a notebook and looking at me as I settled into my seat.
As soon as I settle into my seat, I notice that her knee is already healed, as there was no longer any bandage hiding her injury.
"Why are you here instead of Miranda?" I ask, and I hear the jet's door being closed. We would take off in a few minutes.
"She couldn't be here and I had to replace her." Mia responds, looking down.
She doesn't even want to make eye contact with me.
Does she think I'm an arrogant person? Or is she upset that I hung up on her on the same day we met? I don't know what to think now.
I can tell she's nervous about being so close to me. This nervousness will have to stop soon.
"Why?" I ask after a brief silence.
"I think the reasons why she couldn't attend are personal, but also because we will be meeting with some Italian clients."
"I'm not talking about Miranda!" I state, and I make her dark green eyes focus on me intently. They are beautiful. "I asked about you!
"What exactly?"
"Why did you come on this trip? Any other employee with a similar position to Miranda's and also fluent in Italian like you... could replace Miranda!" I pretend to be serious because I like how it makes her uneasy.
"I am on this trip... because Miranda insisted." she responds with a lump in her throat.
"Hmm... I see. Great."
Mia Lancaster nods and hugs the notebook. The jet starts moving as the pilot announces through the radio. It was great to have a trip like this. Just you and four other people. No chaos or chattering, like on commercial planes. We were going on a business trip to Massachusetts, which was the Italian clients' final stop before they returned to Italy.
Anyway, I liked having my secretary's presence. According to her resume, she was fluent in Italian and French, but I wasn't exactly sure if she was American, Italian, or French, as her fluency in my language was spectacular. She must be quite a mix.
In the middle of the trip, I notice Mia is dozing off and swaying from sleep, maybe she didn't sleep well last night.
The notebook in her arms starts slipping, and without a second thought, I stand up and catch it when it becomes free.
Since I am closer and still standing, I see that her sleep is deeper than deep, as her breathing is somewhat heavy. I gently touch her right hand to not wake her up and feel that her skin is slightly cold. She is clearly cold.
I sit next to her after placing the notebook on another armchair and take off my suit jacket immediately. I put the jacket on her, covering her shoulders down to just below her hips, and in that movement, I inhale the sweet scent that emanates from her hair tied up in a bun. I was so close to her lips for a few seconds that I almost kissed her, but I controlled my impulse.
The jet lands at Boston International Airport, Massachusetts...
I wait for Mia to wake up while the staff unload the suitcases and lead them to the car that was already waiting for my arrival.
I see that she's not going to wake up, so I gently shake her and she wakes up. When she sees me next to her and my jacket on her, she looks at me and quickly stands up as if she had seen a ghost, and then my jacket falls. How rude!
"Wait!" I order as I see her grab the notebook and head towards the jet's door, then she stops, but she continues with her back turned to me and remains silent, taking deep breaths. It wasn't even that big of a scare, I mean, it wasn't even a scare to begin with.
Did I do wrong by sitting next to her or offering my jacket as a blanket? I was so kind!
"You don't have to run away like that... I'm not going to do anything to you." but my thoughts, on the other hand.
I put on the jacket while contemplating her beautiful legs. Do I have a chance with this young woman?
"You can go," I say as I position myself behind her, which startles her because I'm so close.
"Hmm."
Then I exit the jet after her and we head towards the car. The driver opens the car door for Mia and I get into the car from the other side. Once I sit down next to her again, I see the blessed notebook placed between us by her before she fastens her seatbelt. Great, she doesn't want to be near me... The car starts moving and we head to the hotel...
During the journey, we don't exchange any words. Not even about the company. I'll respect her space, but only for now. If Miranda were by my side, we would have already taken several selfies, drank wine, and talked a lot about completely random things.
I throw myself onto the double bed in the hotel without taking off anything from my body, not even my shoes...
Moments before, we were received and welcomed with the utmost courtesy by the receptionists, and we went up to our rooms with the access cards.
In the elevator, it was inevitable not to glance at each other like two strangers, although I already saw her with different eyes, I just didn't know how she saw me, as an arrogant boss or someone she could possibly trust someday.
8:30 p.m.
I leave my room already dressed for the business meeting with the Italians and head to the room next to mine, where Mia was staying. Maybe she would already be ready to accompany me.
I lightly knock on the door with my knuckles and see that it's open. That intrigued me, that door shouldn't be unlocked. Did Mia forget to close the door?
I knock on the door again and since I receive no response, I decide to enter to see if something happened. It was worrying, and I didn't want anything bad to happen to her in a city she didn't know, and neither did I.
Inside the room, I come across a pair of clothes on the bed, the notebook open with notes for the meeting, and her small red suitcase next to the bedside table.
I hear the sound of the shower, and I know she's in there... I take a deep breath. She's there and possibly fine. She probably forgot to check the door.
I wait there to surprise her or maybe startle her again. Haha.
I walk around the room quietly and sit in an armchair almost hidden in one of the dark corners of the room. I think it will be difficult for her to notice my presence.
Ten minutes pass and then I see Mia emerge from the suite dressed in a dark blue robe while her hair is curled up in a loose bun. How sexy she looks. I would give anything to throw her on that bed and fuck her hard.
And as I predicted, she doesn't even notice my presence.
As she begins to untie the robe to put on her clothes, I silently watch her and follow her every movement while feeling an immense heat, just from watching those movements...
Ethics and morals come to the forefront when her shoulders are exposed and then I clear my throat and she startles, immediately turning her back to me. And this was yet another surprise, but mixed with shock.
It was funny, though not enough to make me burst out laughing, I just smiled slyly at her reaction.
"What are you doing here, miss?" she asks, hastily tying the robe.
"I am waiting for you."
"How did you get in here?"
"The door was simply ajar," and I stand up.
"Impossible... I... I locked the door!" and her voice fails nervously.
"You're lucky that I showed up before a stranger... it's very dangerous for a woman alone," I walk towards her and stop behind her, wanting to touch her, but I control my desires.
Mia remains silent as she notices my approach. It seems like she will only relax and get dressed when I leave.
"I think it's best if you get dressed," I whisper in her ear. "We have to be on our way to the meeting at 9:00 PM."
"Alright... I... I will get dressed," her voice falters.
"Great... then get dressed!"
"Yeah..." Mia clenches her fists. "Could you wait for me outside, miss?"
"Why?"
Mia suddenly turns around without moving away and we are left with our faces very close. I won't back away, I want to see her response, but if she doesn't move away, I will attack.
"Because it's the right thing to do, miss."
"Hmm..." I pretend to think. "Alright, little one."
Mia is much shorter and looks like a cute 18-year-old with a sensual body.
"Thank you," and then she moves away.
"Don't take too long," I step back and stop by the door with the intention of staying there. "Well... I've decided to stay."
"Oh... but..."
"Don't worry about me... I'll close my eyes and turn away."
"Do you promise?" she asks with narrowed eyes.
"Hmm... yes."
"Alright... then turn around... please?" So I turn around, but keep my eyes open.
Miss Lancaster is similar to a shy teenager. Quite funny, fearful, suspicious, and somewhat absent-minded. If I hadn't announced my presence in the room, I would have discovered her nakedness, which I wanted and would have been wonderful, but also reprehensible. I must maintain professionalism and be a respected boss, even though I like pushing my limits.
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