I look up from my desk as a soft knock comes from the cheap, hollow wood of my office door. Kent, the new assistant, stands looking as nervous and frazzled as ever. His dirty blonde hair, once gelled in place that morning, is now a disheveled mess. Angeline, our boss, no doubt has him running ragged. Not that I’m surprised. 

It doesn't feel all that long ago, I had been in his shoes. Though I had been one of the ‘lucky’ ones, if you could call it that.  Unfortunately for Kent, I know he will be gone before the month is out. It was really too bad, he is a hard worker, but this is just the way of things at Richmonds.

“Sorry to bother you, Leo.” Kent pauses to shove his sensible glasses up and continues, “But Angeline says it’s urgent.” He tilts his head towards our boss's office causing a chunk of hair to fall from its place. 

A sigh escapes me, and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. It’s always ‘urgent.’ My jaw tightens as I set aside the company receipts I've been looking through. “Thank you, Kent. I’ll check in with her right away.”

Kent nods, scurrying to catch a loose paper as it escapes his pile. I stand and button my suit jacket, a formal gray paired with a light blue dress shirt then move to exit my office. I am met with the sound of phones ringing and workplace chit-chat. A maze of beige walled Cubicles allows the employees a little privacy as they work. The color does little to add to the already dull aesthetic. Straightening my white tie, I make the short walk across the main floor and rap on Angeline's door three times.

“Come in!” her authoritative voice barks from the other side.

I suck in a deep breath, twist the handle, and peer inside. “You wanted to see me?”

Angeline sits on the corner of her desk, red curly hair cascading over one shoulder. The office phone is held to her ear, and her ruby lips are pursed in a strict, unsympathetic pout. She beckons with one long, manicured finger for me to enter the room.

Slipping in, I leave the frosted glass door cracked to avoid any suspicion. I take a seat in a chair before the desk and wait, twiddling my thumbs. Natural light shines in from the large windows making up the back wall, giving the room a seemingly homey and open feeling, unlike my dingy office with its single square window. The building beside us blocks most of that sunlight, though.

“No! I don’t care if it’s more; that’s what I want, and I’m willing to wait for it! If I find one off-brand tile, I will sue your ass!”

I force myself to keep from wincing as Angeline slams the phone onto the receiver and massages her forehead. Attempting to minimize my presence does nothing as she quickly moves her focus to me.

“So,” she starts, crossing her smooth legs. Her skirt is so short I can see up it if she leans in either direction—not that I’m trying to. “Explain this to me.” Her black pumps flick with anticipation, much like a cat’s tail, as she slides a paper towards me.

I already know there’s nothing wrong with my reports. Still, I lean over to glance at my neat spreadsheet. “I think it’s pretty straightforward.” I sit back in the chair.

“It would be in your best interest to clear your schedule this evening. I’ll need you to go over the budget with me.” She folds her arms across her chest, causing her breasts to spill over the top of her white blouse. One red brow arches, challenging me to defy her.

It’s the same song and dance every week. I know I will continue to fall into step, despite telling myself it will be the last time. I have to try, though. “We can’t keep doing this, Angeline. You’re getting married, and I need to focus on doing my actual job.”

“Haha! Please, don’t start acting professional now,” Angeline scoffs. “We both know you crave the excitement.” She flicks her hand dismissively.

I am silent for a long moment. She always assumes she knows me, and maybe she does, more than I care to admit. Angeline is like a drug; no matter how hard I try to stay away, I end up right back where we started.

Angeline’s smugness falls as the quiet stretches between us. “Oh, Leo. Sweet, delicate, innocent Leo,” she coos, drumming her fingers against her other arm, looking at me like a hungry predator. She stoops lower, allowing her cleavage to lure my gaze.

“Angeline…” I will my eyes shut and turn my attention to the shelves of books to my left. “You’re engaged. To the Son of the Company’s CEO. Your wedding is in a month. This is as good a time as any to stop.” My voice is pathetic and doesn’t even sound convincing to myself.

She exhales through her nose and straightens. “Well… I don’t have to be engaged…” she says quietly, keeping her head high but casting her eyes slyly.

I raise a brow at her. Is she offering herself to me? “What do you mean by that?”

“You know very well what I am saying.” She rolls her green eyes and groans. “We could be together legitimately. I mean, I know I am shallow, but we have a connection. Of course, you would need to find a new company, and I’d expect you to make significantly more than you do now. But I’d be willing to make it work.” She grips the edge of her desk, planting her palms on either side of her broad hips.

I stare, at a loss for words at her audacity. “I know all too well how a relationship with you works. Or did you forget how many men you have discarded during my time here?”

“Trust me,” she snaps at first, then takes a breath. “I am fully aware. But, baby, only one thing has remained constant through them all.”

I swallow hard. Our trysts have never stopped, and Angeline will never let me go easily. She is as obsessed with me sexually as I am addicted to her.

“We both know it wouldn’t work.” I shake my head and scoff. “I’ll never be able to provide for you in the way you desire. I am not from a high-class family with connections.”

“Then I suppose you’d better get cozy with our situation. Because nothing is going to change, Leo. Don’t forget, I can make your life a living hell here. Or if you get the wild idea to leave, I can nip your career in the bud.” She stands and towers over me in her six-inch heels.

My jaw tightens as I glower up at her. How could I forget? She reminds me constantly of how intertwined my fate is to her whims. “You have plenty of people to toy with. You don’t need me. So just leave me alone. It’s as simple as that.” The conviction in my words catches even me by surprise but I am hitting my breaking point with this powerful woman.

Angeline purses her lips at me and tsks. Chills rack my spine as she moves from the desk and paces to the door behind me. When it clicks shut, a fluttering thrill sparks in my chest. God, why am I like this?

“Here’s the thing,” Angeline says softly, her sultry voice causing every thought to eddy from my mind. Her high heels thump on the carpet as she prowls up behind me.

“I just can’t keep my hands off you,” she whispers into my ear, running her hands over my shoulders and down my chest. Stiletto nails rake my shirt as she pulls them back up and attempts to take my blazer off.

Goosebumps pepper my skin as her breath tickles my ear. If I don’t leave now, I know the game will never end. “I should-... I should finish my work.” I clear my throat and try to stand.

Angeline is already a step ahead. She swiftly swivels the chair to face her. She flings her leg over my lap, the point of her black heel biting into the leather of the armchair. My eyes follow the long line of her bare leg to find her face inches from my own. My heart pounds in my chest, and blood roars in my ears, drowning out reason.

“I can’t let you go without a fight,” she says, slipping a finger into the collar of my shirt, drawing me closer.

I gulp dryly. “Angeline, I…”

“Get off your moral high horse, Leo,” Angeline interrupts, grabbing my face and forcing me to look into her green eyes. “You might have grown a small pair recently, but you’ll always be the same submissive boy intern I hired five years ago,” she growls, and a jolt of pure electricity shoots straight to my groin. A hot flush crawls up my neck. How does every insult from her mouth feel like foreplay?

“We have been at this far too long for you to play coy. Give it up.” She releases my cheeks and straddles my hips. Her skirt bunches up around her waist, revealing a dark purple lace thong. Her position over me causes my hardening sex to strain, begging for her hands and lips around it.

She takes my hands and places them on her bosom. I chew my cheek anxiously. A familiar, sour mix of shame and adrenaline churns in my gut. Every rational thought screams at me to leave, but the heat radiating from her body is a siren's call, and I'm hypnotized by it once again.

Angeline guides my hands over her chest, forcing my palms to learn her shape until I’m sinking into the motion on my own. When she’s satisfied, her fingers map a slow, deliberate path down my chest, ghosting over the buttons of my shirt before tracing the line of my belt.

She pulls back and I almost whimper in disappointment. Though the seductive smile playing the corners of her mouth still holds a promise. She sets to work on her own blouse, button by button, slowly revealing a bra of the same provocative purple lace, the delicate cloth straining against the perfect, man-made curves spilling from it. 

My hands move to rest on her hips as she continues, unclasping the clip in front. The bra parts, and she is gloriously bare. The aching pressure in my balls causes my cock to throb beneath her weight as I anticipate flicking her nipples with my tongue.

She looks at me and chuckles. “Down, boy,” she teases, releasing the straps of her bra and discarding it. Her hands then begin to trail down my chest towards my slacks. My member pulses again impatiently when she unbuckles my belt and painstakingly, slowly, pulls it from around my waist.

The striking of knuckles on glass suddenly emanates from the door. Angeline's fingers hesitate on the lip of my slacks, her focus moving beyond me. I’d fly off my seat if Angeline weren't trapping me here.

“Yes?” Angeline calls.

“Um, Angeline? It’s 4 PM, and the staff is leaving,” Kent’s small voice replies politely. 

4:00 pm? isn't that too early? I remember then that it's Friday and our department closes an hour early.

“That’s fine.” She returns her attention to me and poises a perfectly shaped brow. “We will be working late on an account.” Just then, her hand darts into my pants, where she takes hold of my solid bulge, massaging it. I sink into the armchair, biting my lip and clearing my throat to disguise a moan.

There is a hesitation before Kent finally replies. “Okay. Goodnight, boss.” His footsteps trudge away.

“Uh-oh. We’re alone in the office once again.” Angeline grins wickedly and unzips my slacks before I can protest. Her hands seize my liberated staff and begin to work it.

I grip the chair, digging my nails into the leather. Angeline’s breasts bounce between her arms with every pump.“Goddamn it,” I groan, unable to hold back my desires any longer. I sink my hands into her soft breasts, tweaking and flicking her nipples between my fingers.

“Finally! That’s the spirit,” Angeline gasps, laughing at my eagerness.

I bite my lip, feeling cold fringes of guilt sliding over my consciousness. As if sensing my apprehension, Angeline switches tactics. She slyly slides down my lap and onto her knees. Her large, perky bosom rests atop my thighs, and she moves her hands to tease her own nipples.

My cock twitches, precum beading on the tip, as I anticipate what is to come. Angeline leans forward, taking the head into her soft, puckered lips. I suck in a breath, once again trapped in my seat with no escape from the sensations.

She giggles and envelops my shaft between her breasts. Her whole body rocks in rhythm as she sucks and licks my sensitive tip, cradling her breasts firmly around me. I avert my gaze; the sight of her sharp green eyes watching me from below becomes too much. Soon my hips are thrusting off the seat, meeting her movements. My breathing becomes ragged, and I throw my head back. My vision begins to blur as my release grows near.

“What the hell is this!”

We both bolt ramrod straight as ice-cold panic reverberates through our cores. Angeline stands up fast and backs away from me, all playfulness and lust gone.

I curse, stuffing myself into my trousers, zipping them while stumbling to my feet. I already guessed who it was by Angeline's expression.

Jed Richmond's face is turning deep shades of red. Still dressed in his black work suit, he holds flowers, white-knuckled in his fist. It’s painfully obvious he left work early from the top floor to surprise Angeline.

“I didn’t want to believe it,” he says, storming over to me and discarding the flowers on the floor.

“Hold on…” I put up my palms in surrender. I fumble to back away but find myself stalled by the bookshelves against the wall.

“There were rumors circling the office.” Jed lashes out, grabbing me by the lapels and crushing the fabric in wads. The shelf digs into my back as he shoves me into it. A splintering creak comes from the dark wood and mirrors the pressure I feel in my bones.

Jed is much taller and stronger than I am. I’m not sure I will make it out unscathed. Of course, this isn’t the first time we have been caught, that damned door never has had a lock. However, it is the first time we have been discovered by Angeline's fiancé, the CEO’s Son.

I turtle into my jacket while Jed's anger hulks over me. “But I never thought I could be tossed aside for you! You’re nothing; you’re not a real man.”

I wince. Not only because Jed is pushing me further into the shelves, but because the hit to my pride hurts almost as much.

“Jed! Put him down! It was me, okay?!” Angeline, still disheveled, puts a hand on Jed's forearm, coaxing him to loosen his grip. “If you don’t put him down, I will have security remove you.”

Jed's head snaps in her direction. “You wouldn’t dare have me thrown out of my own building!” he roars.

“Try me,” she states, walking purposefully to the phone on her desk. Even now, half-dressed and cornered, she exudes a terrifying power. I can’t help but admire it. “I’m sure he isn’t worth the embarrassment.” Angeline rests her hand against the black plastic receiver.

Jed releases my suit jacket and takes a step back, loathing burning in his brown eyes. “You.” He jabs a finger at me. “You are fired, effective immediately.”

“Yup.” I press my lips together and nod once in agreement.

“You can’t do that! This isn’t your department and it's not your company!” Angeline shouts, planting her hands on her hips.

Jed swiveles his furious gaze to his fiancée, ignoring her original statements. “And you,” he seethes, stuttering in disbelief. “Oh... you.”

“Leo, please excuse yourself. I will contact you about your position later,” Angeline says, unapologetically holding Jed's glower.

I don’t need to be told twice; I bolt for the door without hesitation. Punching the button for the elevator, I can feel Jed's glare boring into my back. When the bell dings and the doors open, I throw myself through.