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(*THIS IS A SHORT STORY* If you are looking for a longer, detailed romance--- you won't find that here. This story is SHORT, precise, and right to the point. Reader beware.) Millie broke up with her boyfriend of one year because she was sexually frustrated, but when she temps for Weston Young, she can't help but be instantly attracted to him. Not only does he catch her watching porn on her first day on the job, but he also offers her a proposition that she can't refuse: To join him and his girlfriend in bed. Her decision to agree is a beautiful disaster. ------------Excerpt------------- "This is your last chance to back out, Millie. If you have any doubts whatsoever, tell me now." His eyes flitted between mine as he waited for my reply. Without hesitation, I replied, "I want this. I want you." (*THIS IS A SHORT STORY*)

Erotica / Romance
Lulu Waters
4.7 485 reviews
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Chapter 1

It had been one week since I decided I didn’t want to play house with my boyfriend anymore and I actually wasn’t even a little bit sorry. I had tried so hard to make things work between us that it had become a huge headache. I gave up quickly after that. We didn’t see eye-to-eye on so many levels that I wondered how we had lasted as long as we had.

And in the bedroom? Don’t even get me started on that mess! Let’s just say, he definitely didn’t fulfill my needs and I walked around with sexual angst everywhere I went. Shit, a new cashmere sweater damn near made me convulse from the tension built up inside of me.

But now I was free!

Today I was turning over several new leaves. I was going to get back out there and be my free-spirited self. I was going to have as much hot sex as I could until I found a man who could completely satisfy my appetite. I was also starting a new job today that I was going to rock! From here on out, I was taking back control of my life.

After paying my Uber driver, I stepped out and stared up at my new place of employment. It was an enormous building and I had heard somewhere that the CEO was a pompous asshole, and by the looks of his building, the title fit. Now I just hoped that he liked me. Yeah, that’s right, I’ll be working directly under Mr. Pompous-Asshole himself as his temporary receptionist. Apparently, the other woman was out on maternity leave.

When I reached the floor I’d be working on, I couldn’t help but notice the variety of people that worked on this floor. It was actually quite refreshing to see. Since hearing about Mr. Pompous-Asshole, I pegged him as being the type of boss who only had beautiful people working for him, but that clearly wasn’t the case. The people here looked normal, and it made me feel immediately comfortable.

I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to be, but when my eyes scanned the area, I found the boss’s door with his name and title printed on a gold plaque. I guess I’ll start there, especially since he’s who I’m supposed to be working for.

The place buzzed with busy employees and non-stop ringing phones. As I walked through the area, it didn’t seem that people paid me much mind. Perhaps they thought I was one of them and didn’t realize this was my first day on the job.

I reached the boss’s door and knocked lightly. When he didn’t answer or reply to my light knocking, I tried again; harder this time.

Then the door whipped open so quickly that I nearly fell back. The man who greeted me took my breath away. It was him. Mr. Pompous-Asshole. And damn, was he attractive as fuck! I pictured a much older man in my head, not having enough time to search online for him, but now I wish I had. I wasn’t prepared for the man standing in front of me. He had dirty blonde hair; a bit darker than blonde, with a perfect five o’clock shadow spreading across his jaw. The short beard only brought my attention to his jawline and how perfect it was. He was wearing a five-piece suit so I couldn’t tell you what his body looked like, but the strong muscles in his neck told me he probably worked out.

He glared down at me with a snarl. “Why did you knock on my door?”

I swallowed. The man was seriously intimidating. “Um, I start work for you today? I’m Millie… your new receptionist?” It came out as a question because now I wasn’t sure if this was where I should actually be.

He stared down at me as his eyes slid over my body. Did he seriously just check me out? I’m looking right at you, buddy!

“Your desk is there.” He nodded and moved his eyes to a place behind me as I looked over my shoulder to find a large desk just a few feet in front of his office door. “Answer every single call, even if you have to put them on hold and you will do everything I say.”

I’m not sure why, but that statement caused me to squeeze my legs together. His commanding tone was seriously doing something to me and I had never experienced this with a complete stranger before.

“Yes, sir.”

My answer came out much more sultry sounding than I had intended and when I looked up into his face, he had cocked a brow as an amused gleam flashed through his eyes. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and good Lord, I’m going to melt into a fucking puddle.

“What did you say your name was again?” He cocked his head as he narrowed his eyes before his gaze fell to my lips.

A spike of arousal slammed right into me as I cleared my throat. “Millie,” I repeated.

“Mmm, well, Millie…” his voice changed and his eyes snapped back to their angry glare, “Do your job right the first time and you might make it the three months I need a receptionist for.” Then he stepped back into his office and slammed the door in my face.

Well, that was not at all what I was expecting, especially after the way he looked at me. Was he bipolar or something? Because if he is, I know a guy that prescribes some killer pills.

I turned to the desk and tried to get as situated as I possibly could. The desk was cleared of any personal items from the previous receptionist and only a black desk phone and computer screen sat in front of me. I looked around the office and hoped someone would make eye contact with me. Mr. Pompous-Sexy-Asshole told me to answer every single phone call, but he didn’t exactly give me a crash course on how to answer the phone.

And then it rang, making me jump.

The blinking light intimidated me more than it should have as I picked up the receiver and pressed it to my ear.

I cleared my throat right into the phone. “Uh, hi, thanks for calling…” I stumbled and forgot the name of the company I was working for. “Young Corporation,” I blurted out when I saw a guy walk by with a sweater that had the company logo on it. Jesus, Millie, get your shit together.

“I need to speak with Mr. Young immediately. This is Richmond from Gucci. He’ll want to take this call.”

I gulped and looked over toward Mr. Pompous-Sexy-Asshole’s door and pegged him to be the type of boss who didn’t want to be bothered, but I patched him through anyway.

“I’ll transfer you now,” I said as I pressed the top button with the initials W.Y. next to it. Then I hung up the phone and blew out a breath. This was not the best start to my first day. Fuck me.

The end of the day was finally nearing and I had answered more phone calls in an eight-hour day than I had in an entire year combined. Who were all those people? And if Mr. Pompous-Sexy-Asshole had me running on one more stupid, petty errand, I was going to pull my hair out.

First, he had me run to grab his dry cleaning. Then I had to run and get his lunch which he didn’t want by the time I returned. And let’s not forget about the errand that consisted of me running paperwork down to the basement where this department didn’t even exist. What. An. Asshole.

I noticed a lot of people were closing up their offices and desks and the entire floor was clearing out. Should I also leave? Nobody was looking over at me and something told me that I should wait until the boss told me that it was okay to do so. I felt like I couldn’t breathe without permission, so there was no way I was leaving until he gave the go-ahead. How am I ever going to make it through the entire three months under this man’s power?

I was bored nearly to tears waiting for the okay to leave and every soul I had once seen buzzing through the office was now gone. I was the only one left. The phone had finally stopped ringing an hour ago so I leaned back in my chair and pulled out my cell phone. It probably wasn’t professional to do this, but I searched my favorite porn site, anticipating the moment I could go home and pleasure myself. It had been a long day and after a year of boring sex, I felt I deserved a good orgasm.

As I scrolled through the site, I found a few that I was interested in and saved them for later. A lot of them involved BDSM, and I secretly wished I could find a man to be comfortable enough to do these things to me, but as it was looking, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Most men weren’t that comfortable with themselves to explore such things.

Then someone cleared their throat behind me and I nearly jumped out of my skin. My phone went flying and I sat straight up before I looked over my shoulder to find none other than Mr. Pompous-Sexy-Asshole standing there. How long had he been there? How did I not see or hear him? Oh my God. How red are my cheeks right now?

The look on his face told me he had seen what I was looking at on my phone and now I didn’t think I’d ever be able to look him in the eyes again.

But his expression surprised me. He looked pleased while a grin tugged on his lips and a flash of desire sparkled in his gaze when he looked down at me.

“Is your job boring you, Millie?” He asked with an aroused rasp in his tone. It sent chills straight down between my legs as I pictured what it might feel like to have his face there while he rambled dirty things to me; the vibration of his deep voice sending me over the edge.

Holy shit, Millie, get your head out of the gutter!

“I…” I had no idea what to say.

He rounded the desk and picked my phone up from the floor, but before giving it back to me, he looked down at the screen as he scrolled with his thumb. His eyebrow arched in surprise as he dragged his bottom lip between his teeth.

“There are pretty naughty videos for a sweet girl like you,” he rasped as he finally handed me my phone.

Sweet girl? I mentally snorted. This man has no idea how not sweet I am.

I took the phone from him, but he kept his hand on it as he glared down at me.

“You should be careful who you let see that.” He released my phone before he turned and walked back into his office, shutting the door behind him.

Holy shit. My new and very temporary boss just caught me looking at porn. And not just any porn… BDSM, choke you and whip you porn. This was the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t think I can ever face that man again.

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