The Boss's Pampered Secretary

The other girl responds, "It's a secret," and her comments only serve to highlight how much she resembles the lady in Da Vinci's famous painting.

Oh boy.

Should I tell Mary that, once upon a time, Uncle Eric used to be drawn to females like her even if I am confident that Uncle Eric likes a different sort of girl?

Mary gives me a weird look. Is there a problem?

I gently shake my head, deciding it would be better to keep my lips shut than to run the danger of turning mole hills into mountains.

I tell myself, "It's nothing," and I mean it when I say that.

Right?

Stone

It's the last day of Mary's trial period, Eric says as he bangs on my office door and peers inside. Should we keep her or let her go?

Damn.

I can't believe a month has gone by so quickly, and I wince because I know what Eric will say when I tell him about my choice.

"Well?" Eric insists.

Maintain her.

My pal chuckles. "I warned you,"

I knew he would say that, but even knowing it would happen doesn't make the remarks any less grating.

Mary's job contract is placed on my desk by Mike as he enters the room. "With your signature, she will formally start working as the full-time secretary to two of the most workaholic CEOs in the world."

My signature is scrawled on the dotted line. "Any other things?"

Want to deliver the wonderful news to her on your behalf?

"Seriously?"

"Before her, both of us interviewed and tested other candidates, but none of them were successful in getting the job. While Mary hasn't voiced any objections yet, you know she's the finest of the lot, and it's just a matter of time until your ogre act bothers her.

I growl, "I seldom talk to her.

"Exactly," responds Mike. "You do that the few times you speak to her,"

The question is, "What the fuck is that?" I snarl.

Again: ogre fuck act. You're either growling at her or snarling at her.

Damn.

According to Mike, "This girl is a keeper."

Why is Mike being so damn adamant about her?

"Are you up for fucking her?" I ask hurriedly.

"What?"

"You caught me,"

Mike seemed startled at first, then furious. "Nah, Stone. I'm against fucking her. She's not really my type, as you are aware. But Mary is the secretary I've been looking for because she doesn't see her position as a stepping stone to becoming the next Mrs. Sandra.

While his remarks have made me consider something else and I'm now happy that Mike doesn't have a thing for Mary, I can't help but wonder, "How do you know she won't change? Or that what we are experiencing right now is not an act?"

I frown as lines appear on my forehead. The question, "Your niece?"

"You understand Scarlett, don't you? They all adore her.

My turn to smirk now. We all do, with the exception of her uncle.

Mike snarls. I don't mind her at all as long as she follows my instructions, but that is irrelevant.

What's the purpose then?

A few weeks ago, Eva overheard Mary chatting, and it seems that Mary let out that she doesn't like either of us.

Eva believes she is speaking the truth, right?

Even though Eva and I often disagree, I am aware of my niece. She is quicker and better than any of us at sniffing out liars and money-hungry individuals.

If so, I suppose it proves neither Mike nor I are Mary's type in real life. I should be glad now, but for some reason, I'm not.

Are we now in agreement about Mary?

Mike accepts my grunt as an answer, and the other guy informs me Mary will be coming in shortly after.

In a few seconds, there is a knock at my door, and Mary enters at her normal leisurely manner.

Mike had a reasonable first impression of her when she initially came in for an interview, and I told him that was also true of me.

But it was a lie.

I have a hard time seeing what other people see in Mary both back then and today. "Good afternoon, Mr. Sandra." Her voice is seductive as fuck as usual, and my jaw clenches. Everyone keeps saying she's the image of efficiency, but every time my sight lands on her, all I see is a present that I'm intended to unwrap...and eat. Mary is going to be our full-time secretary soon, so I need to fucking contain myself. "I was told you wanted to talk to me?"

I make a sign toward the two leather seats across from my desk. "Ms. Cavendish, please take a seat."

I agree, sir.

Fuck.

Every time Mary says those words, I get a fantasy about her in the bedroom, where she is on her knees, nude and shivering, repeating "yessir" as I urge her to suck on my cock. I know she simply meant to be polite as usually, but it makes me want to fantasize about that fantasy every time.

Fucking hell no.

I wriggle in my seat, trying to get the sexy picture out of my head. Thank god my desk is big enough to cover my swelling, painfully aroused cock, which is now hidden beneath my jeans.

I keep my eyes on her while I control myself, but she doesn't seem to mind. When Mike or I gaze their way, the other females we had previously interviewed for the position have resorted to blushing and tucking their hair behind their ears. Mary, on the other hand, has sat very calm and poised with her hands clasped in front of her.

This implies that Eva is speaking the truth, I assume.

Mike and I aren't Mary's type.

I sternly remind myself that this is a positive thing, so Stone Sandra, speak what you have to say.

I remark brusquely, "Today is the last day of your probation, and if you'd still like to work for us--" "I do."

"The job is now yours, then."

Her eyes enlarge. "Exactly that?"

I grin as I see Mary's surprise. Did you anticipate being fired by us?

"Yes."

Her candor surprises me, but maybe I should have anticipated it. Mary may be many things, but I don't think she has the personality to be coy.

"If you require more evidence..." Mary takes particular care not to let our fingers contact when I deliver her the contract, which is something I notice.

"I appreciate it, Mr. Sandra. You and Mr. Verhaege can be sure I won't reverse your choice.

I add gruffly, "I know I haven't exactly been the easiest employer to work for, but you've done a terrific job, and I'm delighted Mr. Johnson brought you our way.

I'm grateful, sir.

"That's all, then."

As I watch her go, I can't help but notice that despite always having clothing that fit loosely, she has never been able to conceal the lovely plumpness of her ass.

Mary's lovely, hot bottom has my cock throbbing so goddamn hard that I know I'll be jerking myself off as soon as the door shuts behind her. I know I shouldn't be fucking staring, but I've always been an ass person.

FUCK, FUCK, and FUCK.

It's been a very long time since I've felt this drawn to a lady, but it doesn't matter.