Miranda knew she was late for work, but she had an important report to hand in to her lecturer. If it wasn’t in by two that afternoon, she and the four other members in her group would be royally fucked. In other words, they wouldn’t graduate. So instead of stopping by the office building she was interning in, she stepped on the gas and passed right by. She also recognised her boss staring right at her. She knew this wouldn’t end well.
Forty-five long minutes later she jumped out of her car the second it was parked and rushed inside. Her aunt had pulled a couple of strings and managed to get her this job, one she desperately needed. Being in the second trimester of a potentially risky pregnancy, she only worked mornings as the PA to Alexander Colonomos. She had suggested her niece to take over from her in the afternoons. And even though she had absolutely no experience, the man had taken her aunt’s vouch. Making both herself and her aunt look so unprofessional was the last thing she needed. Somehow she’d have to talk him into keeping his mouth shut about this incident.
“Ah, Miranda! Come in; come in.”
As always, the sound of his deep voice sent shivers down her spine. She had to mentally slap herself to keep from ogling the man. Get a hold of yourself, she admonished herself. He’s too old for you. Not that he looked old, however. As a matter of fact, he was most probably in his prime at thirty-three years of age. Even though she was twenty-two, he always succeeded in making her feel like a school girl around him.
“Good afternoon, sir,” she greeted with a dazzling smile, knowing the effect it had on people. She also knew from experience that sitting down in one of his chairs without being invited to do so was a big no-no in his book. She snorted silently. God knew what she saw in the big jerk.
Alexander waved his hand, silently telling her she could sit. He laced his fingers together and leaned forward in his seat. Those fingers. Those big, manly, oh so beautiful fingers!
“I’d like to know, Miranda, why you drove past the office earlier today,” he said in perfect, but slightly accented English.
“I am so sorry, Sir. I had to hand in a report back at the college, but one of my partners emailed the wrong date to me. It was due today. My lecturer was going to fail me if I didn’t hand it in.”
“We had an agreement. I understand that you have school work to do, but that is reserved for your mornings. Get your priorities straight.”
“I am so sorry,” she repeated. “You can’t tell Aunt Lisa about this.”
“Oh?” he murmured, raising an elegant black eyebrow.
“”I meant please don’t tell Aunt Lisa about this. It would stress her out, not good for the baby.”
“What I choose to tell or not to tell your aunt is my business. As far as I’m concerned, you had a choice to make between your job and your school work.”
They sat in a tense silence for a while. Why did God insist on blessing an absolute boar like Alexander Colonomos with such good looks? Telling him just what she thought of him was on the very tip of her tongue, but she bit it as hard as she could, something she was never very good at.
“Nothing to say?” he taunted.
What the fuck was he? A mind reader?
“Well, Sir, quite honestly, I don’t know what to tell you. I’ve told you why I did what I did, and there’s nothing else I can say now is there?”
“Get back to work,” he told her after another tense moment of silence.
What? No yelling? No salary cut? No overtime to compensate? That wasn’t the Alexander she knew. She knew how lucky she was to escape unscathed and wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. She jumped up as fast as she could without betraying how nervous she was. “Thank you, Sir.” She shot him another one of her winning smiles and got the hell out of there.
***
Alexander groaned as he watched Miranda’s plump ass jiggle as she rushed out of his office. She was of African descent, on the short side, at five feet one inch, especially compared to his own six feet five inches. He recalled the dimple that popped out of her left cheek every time she smiled at him. The image of her lips wrapped around his cock shot into his mind unconsciously, as it always did. If he’d had any idea Lisa’s niece was this beautiful and delectable, he never would have brought her onboard his staff.
Not a day went by without him imagining himself thrusting away to ecstasy between her luscious thighs. He had made the mistake of calling more than a few women by her name while in the act. Enough was enough! He was a grown man and, despite their age difference, she was a grown woman, old enough to make her own choice in a bed partner. He would make his interest clear before the day was over, he decided.
The next three hours dragged by slowly. He gave up on trying to concentrate on anything beyond Miranda’s beautiful brown eyes, pouty lips, short stature and curvy body after the first two. He stood at the floor to ceiling windows and watched as hundreds of people slowly vacated the building. He knew Miranda would come say her goodbyes as she always did before she left for the night. The light knock came shortly after, as expected.
“Come in,” he said.
His beauty opened the door and leaned in, and the sight of her in the tight knee length skirt had his body hardening instantly.
“Just came to say goodnight, boss,” she said with a warm smile. It’s what she said every evening. Not rehearsed, just routine.
“Before you go,” he said as he walked over to his desk and settled down in his chair. “There’s something I need you to do for me.”
She stepped into the room fully and closed the door behind her. “What is it, Mr. Colonomos?” she asked curiously. He’d never done that before.
Alexander waved her closer. When she stood beside him at his desk, he abruptly pulled her into his lap. Miranda felt the breath leave her body as she realised she was in a blatantly intimate position. “I want you to call me Alexander,” he whispered hoarsely in her ear.
Just then, Miranda felt the hard, large member pressed up intimately against her. She moaned as she felt herself begin to moisten.
“Mi-mi...” she ran her tongue against her suddenly dry lips. “Mr. Colonomos... we really shouldn’t be-“
“Alexander,” he growled against her ear. He rubbed his crotch against her and took her earlobe into his mouth, sucking on it tenderly.
“Alexander!” she moaned as he slipped his hand under her blouse and bra, cupping her breast, pinching the nipple lightly. He brought the aroused tip to an even harder point. Lost in the throes of pleasure, Miranda almost forgot what she had been about to say. “We can’t do this,” she moaned again.
“Why not?” he inquired as he brought his nose to the point where her shoulder met with her neck and inhaled her scent.
She was panting hard now. “You’re my boss. You’re way older than me. It’s just not right.”
Alexander stopped what he was doing for a moment to look at her. Blue eyes clashed with brown. “Says who? I want you; you want me, that’s all that matters. Unless you don’t want me, that is.”
“I do!” she sobbed as the pleasure of his fingers around her nipple became intense. “I have for months.”
His lips curved with masculine pride against her neck. He planted light kisses around the column of her throat. “So what’s wrong?”
“I-I don’t know! I guess I need time to come to terms with this whole thing. I had no idea you- I just need time.”
Alexander sighed regretfully as he allowed her to sit upright in his lap to straighten her clothes, all the while watching her through hooded blue eyes. When she made to move off his lap, he wrapped his hands around her waist, stopping her.
“I’m obsessed with you,” he said in his deep voice. “With your flawless skin, your big brown eyes. God! I can’t get enough of your remarkable beauty.”
He brought his lips to hers in a rush, kissing her like a drowning man taking a breath of air. The moment their tongues touched he knew he had to have her; he wouldn’t rest until he did. He broke the kiss reluctantly, brushing a stray hair away from her face, behind her ear. Her lips appeared swollen from the kiss and he felt a surge of satisfaction.
He gave her one final peck at the corner of her mouth. “Goodnight,” he whispered.
She stood up and made her way to the door on wobbly knees. “Before you go,” he chimed when she settled her hand on the doorknob. “Do not think to keep me waiting for too long. Hell hath no fury like a man obsessed.”
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