The Secretary

The Secretary

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

It's no secret that Andy and her boss have budding feelings for each other, but one day they finally act on it.

Summary

It's no secret that Andy and her boss have budding feelings for each other, but one day they finally act on it.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Secretary

Author Chapter Note

It's no secret that Andy and her boss have a budding lust for each other, but one day they finally act on it.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: August 29, 2013

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: August 29, 2013

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"Shit," I yelped. I had accidentally spilled my boss's drink all over his pants and shirt. "I mean... I.. I didn't... Mr. Lennings, I'm so sorry." Shaking my head at myself, I immediately grabbed the napkin I had under the glass and started dabbing at the spill on his pants, trying to soak the iced tea up. It was definitely going to leave a stain.

When I realized where I was touching him, I gasped and stood suddenly. I looked at my feet like a child about to be punished. I'd only been a secretary here for little over a month and I was already messing things up. 

Mr. Leanings simply laughed and leaned back in his chair. I was so lucky to have a boss like him. "Andy, it's fine. I can get changed. I don't have another client for another hour or two. I had a meeting with a big client scheduled today which got cancelled on me." His voice grew tired. "Can you grab me the files for my next client's meeting please?"

I smoothed down my skirt. "Of course," I replied. Anything to get farther away from him after the previous incident. I didn't want him to think I did all of these things on purpose and get myself fired for indecent behavior. Arousing the opposite sex just came naturally to me and I couldn't help but act on it, even if it wasn't always on purpose. I leaned over and found the foreign-sounding name of his next client on his schedule, then bent down to search through his files on the middle left drawer.

Somehow I could feel his eyes burning onto my ass but I kind of liked it. Actually, I liked it a lot. Who was I kidding? He wouldn't fire me for inappropriate behavior. If anyone was being inappropriate, it was him. I peeked up and saw his eyes dart away. A part of me wondered if today that was why I wore a tight, short black pencil skirt, black platform stiletto high heels, a black lace bra, and a slightly see-through white shirt on top- to give him something to feed his hungry eyes on. It was professional, yet sexy. Maybe a little too sexy.

I continued to look for the odd name written across the beige folder, pretending I hadn't noticed his greedy eyes on me. It was an easy name to find because no other client had a name like him but I acted like I hadn't found it yet so I could enjoy the feeling of his eyes devour me a little bit longer. In fact, this wasn't the first time I'd noticed my boss looking at me. 

 

One day I was late for work for the first time. I rushed in, praying he didn't notice because it was only by about five or ten minutes and it wasn't worth getting in trouble for. He walked in not long after with an irked expression. He leaned in close and growled, "Next time your late, there will be consequences." I apologized profusely but he didn't seem to hear me. His focus was glued to my breasts. I still wasn't sure if that was the entire reason he had even given me a warning. 

Another time, Mr. Lennings and I were one of the last people in the building because it was getting so late. I was working overtime to finish sorting files and shredding paper, which was excrutiatingly tedious, and he was staying late just like he always did. He called me into his office and motioned to the chair across from him. I was confused and was mentally going through all of the things I could have done wrong.

He looked me up and down and nodded in approval. "You look very nice today." 

"Thank you, sir." He seemed to like me calling him that because a smile grew on his face. 

"I have another stack of papers for you to shred, as well as a few more files to organize." I glanced down to the thick stack under his hand. 

I bit the insides of my cheeks to keep myself from yelling out of exasperation. I would probably have to stay overtime again tomorrow because I had such a heavy workload that kept piling up.

Mr. Lennings opened his mouth as if he was about to say something but the phone rang and interrupted him.

"Hello?" His greeting was firm.

"Yes, Marianne, I understand." Marianne was his wife. It was obvious that he didn't sound happy to be talking to her.

"No, I-" He stopped mid-sentenced. I assumed she was interrupting him with some kind of rant. 

I would have left but he was still holding the papers in his hand. I felt very uncomfortable like I was intruding even though it was his fault I was still there.

He sighed and nodded as if she could see him. "I know."

"Yes, I'll be there, Mary. I promise." He hung up the phone and sighed again. He looked so sexy when he was upset. The way his forehead creased, and his body slouched over the desk, and the way his frustration completely injected itself into every part of him. I forgot about my problems and simply stared at him.

I suddenly remembered where I was and asked a little too quickly, "Is everything okay?"

He didn't reply. He just stared at a spot on his desk then gazed up at me with his dark brown eyes with a look that took my breath away. They were so dark they were almost black. They looked like they had made a decision, but I wasn't sure what that decision was. I went up behind him and put my hands on his chest. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" I asked softly.

Without any warning, he turned and pressed his lips on mine. It was a gentle kiss that sent butterflies soaring through my stomach. I would've kissed him longer but he pulled away and handed me the papers. I placed my fingertips on my lips and accepted my new workload. I couldn't think straight so I walked out of the room to gather my thoughts.

We never mentioned the kiss afterwards, but he started to hide his left hand from me as if that would automatically make him single. Eventually he stopped wearing his wedding ring and started being a lot friendlier to me. Friendlier as in putting his hand high up on my lap, ignoring his wife's phone calls so he could talk to me a little bit longer, offering to talk if I ever looked upset; you name it. I knew it was wrong especially since he was married, but that only seemed to make me more interested.

 

"Thank you Andy," Mr. Lennings said gratefully, snapping me out of my thoughts. I handed him the file. 

"Anything you need, just let me know." 

I rushed away from him and was just about to push open the door when he called out, "Actually. There is something you can help me with."

I swiveled around. "Okay, what is it?"

"I need to get changed. My clothes are stained and wet."

I stared at him for a few seconds, unsure of what to say. "Again, Mr. Lennings, I'm very sorry. You know what a klutz I can be sometimes and-"

"That's enough Andy." He held up his hand. A wicked glint appeared in his eyes. "I'm not worried about the clothes."

"You're... You're not?" I frowned.

"No. Come here." He started to unbutton his shirt. I swallowed hard. "Help me unbutton this."

I obeyed without questioning him again. My insides were tingling with excitement but I tried not to show it.

After I had finished, he threw his shirt to the side then pulled me in to a passionate kiss. He kissed me as if my lips were air and he was being suffocated. I never realized until that moment how much I had been craving the taste of his lips after our first kiss. When I came up for air, his kisses travelled down to my neck.

"This is so inappropriate, Mr. Lennings."

He smiled. "I know. And again, please call me Ian."

His hands were holding my waist. They were a little rough, but not too rough- the way I liked them. I bit my lip, trying not to moan. His lips seemed to know where all my weak spots were. "What about your wife?" I managed to say.

Ian stopped suddenly. "What about her?"

"We shouldn't be doing this," I insisted. I didn't actually care about the rules but I needed to know that he was one hundred percent sure he wanted me and was okay with cheating and breaking the rules. I'd met his wife once and she seemed like a nice lady, but whenever  I overheard her with Mr. Lennings, she seemed to turn into some kind of a monster. I pushed her out of my mind. They were both clearly unhappy in their relationship and they probably weren't going to last anyways. Besides, I wasn't going to get fucked with a guilty conscience. 

"No, but you want to, don't you? Trust me Andy. I notice each time you unbutton your shirt a bit more before you come into my office or 'accidentally' reveal your panties to me when you bend over. I'm not oblivious." I was going to deny it but I couldn't help but spread my mouth into a satisfied smile, giving me away. I was glad that he'd noticed and my efforts hadn't gone to waste.

"You wouldn't notice if you weren't looking there in the first place." 

Ian let out a chuckle. "You're a lot cheekier than you seem, you know that?"

"Just shut up and kiss me." I wrapped my arms around his neck and indulged in another kiss.


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