Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
I’d only been an intern at his office for two weeks, but it didn’t take long to realize it wasn’t safe. They say if you want to be successful, you must surround yourself with successful people. Well, Mr. Z is the most successful person I know. I ached to be close to him, to learn from him, but my skin prickles with awareness when he’s around, like the sixth sense of prey around a predator. My body knows he’s powerful and dangerous.
I can feel his gaze on me anytime he enters a room. With one glance, he strips me bare, as if I’m not even wearing the conservative, knee-length dresses and pantyhose. His attention makes me feel like a wanton slut even when fully dressed, so I’ve tried to avoid him. Good girls wouldn’t feel those things, especially not at the office, and I’m a good girl. I’m only here to learn from him and to become successful.
Taking What He Wants
Yesterday, I was alone in the copy room, fighting with the Xerox machine, when the snick of the lock slipping into place made time freeze. I kept my eyes down and my hands on the machine, not wanting to acknowledge what I knew was about to happen.
His body pressed up behind mine, rocking my hips into the Xerox. I inhaled a shaky breath as his arms came around me, and his big hands skimmed up my ribs. “Kayla, Kayla, Kayla,” His breath tsked along my neck up to the shell of my ear. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
“N-no, I haven’t.” The breathless admission wasn’t believable. My fingers gripped his wrists to try and stop his hands from moving further, but it was pointless. His thumb grazed over my stiff nipple, and his teeth nibbled along my ear lobe.
A small whimper slipped from my lips, and I tried to struggle sideways, hoping to slip free from under him. A deep chuckle bubbled out of his throat as he pinched the peaked nipple he was toying with. “You think I can’t tell what’s going on in that head of yours?” His left hand dropped down to the back of my leg and traced upward along my inner thigh. Goosebumps trailed the wake of his fingers, and the room suddenly felt hotter than hell. I began to pant. As if I could shrink away from him, I pressed myself tighter to the Xerox. “You wear more clothing than any of the other girls in the office, and yet your slutty body is screaming for me to take it.”
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