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Julian's POV
She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. It's been two years since she first step in my company. She is the assistant manager.
And the curves.......Let's not talk about it.
Her breast is so large and full like melons. I want to like to squeeze the hell out of them. I want to bury my face into those soft pillows. And her ass I mean oh my god that heart shaped juicy ass I want to spank them until they are beetroot. Then her thick thighs with a heart shaped fac with plump lips like they are made to suck my dick.
But the main problem is my age. She is almost half of my age. I still remember her on the day of her interview I was just there because my employees can't do a single fucking thing on their own and I was just there to supervise them on something and then I got to see that pretty face and that sweet voice of her. By following her I got to know to know that she is innocent and nave as she her angelic face seem.
But that's the fucking problem. I saw her from top of the floor which was my own floor and nobody except my assistant is there and from there you could see whole office.
She always comes in those little tops and when she sucked air her breast pushes out wanting to be out from confinement. always jerk off by seeing it but that was not enough.
And I might have little plan for it.
I called my assistant inside. She is quite old—probably around sixty, perhaps even older than me. Yet she remains remarkably hardworking. Now, however, she wishes to stop working and retreat to the mountains, hoping to spend the rest of her days in peace and quiet.
“Hey Martha” I greeted her.
" Good morning, sir. Here are the files of the candidates being considered for the position of your new personal assistant.″ She told me.
After she left, I began flipping through the files of the new candidates, merely out of formality. In truth, I already knew who my new personal assistant would be—Lily.
As I picked up her file, I began going through her details. It contained the usual things—her degree, her favourite food, the music she loved, and her ambition to become a CEO’s assistant. The CEO she dreamed of working for was me.
I made it clear that Lily was the one I wanted as my personal assistant. My old assistant seemed visibly surprised—after all, Lily had only two years of experience and was still quite young. But she knew better than to question my decision openly.
“I want her here tomorrow for an interview. Seven sharp,” I said firmly.
By looking at her face, one could easily tell that she was confused. After all, our office never started before nine, and in my entire career, I had never arrived before eight.
“But sir, that’s too early,” she said.
“After that I’ll be busy. Tell Miss Carter that if she wants this interview, she will have to come early—before me. There are still many people who want this position,” I told her.
Of course, that wasn’t true. In reality, there was only one person who would become my next personal assistant—my very personal assistant. My little mouse.
But as I read through her file, I discovered a small complication. She was married.
It wasn’t that I cared about breaking their marriage. That hardly mattered to me. The real question was something else entirely—would she ever want me?
After my assistant left the room, I leaned back in my chair and stared at the file resting on my desk. Slowly, a faint smile appeared on my face as a plan began to take shape.
Soon enough, I would find a way to tame my little mouse.
