Wild Touch

Eye Candy

A flash of silver caught my eye. I grinned, scrambling under the black leather sofa even further. My breasts were pinned against my chin, and I grimaced at myself. My fingers flirted with the pen and I grinned as my fingers flicked it in my direction. It spun along the marble floor and I grabbed it with my other hand.

That's when I heard the elevator ding, signalling it's arrival.

Shit.

I tried to push myself out, now fully aware of my position. As I scrambled, my black pencil skirt got caught on the sofa, completely exposing my red thong and ass. My hands instantly reached for my skirt to pull it down, but to no avail. I heard the footsteps of the arriving stranger, and I almost cried at my predicament.

"Oh fuck." I heard a deep, smooth voice say from behind me. I could feel my cheeks heating up. I pushed myself further out until I was finally released. I instantly pulled down my skirt, standing to my feet and turning to the stranger.

"I am so sorry, I was trying to get my pen and my skirt got hitched. I'm so sorry you had to see-" I stopped in my tracks as my eyes met his face.

He was gorgeous. My heart skipped a beat. He had dark, groomed hair and a beard to match, trimmed perfectly to match his sharp jawline. His cheekbones were as sharp as a knife, and perfectly complimented his straight nose and full eyebrows.

But it was his eyes that really made my heart bleed. They were bright green and full of such raw emotion. They made me want to run away as far as possible, but at the same time surrender to his authority and let him ravage me.

One of his perfect eyebrows rose slightly, and I remembered that I was half way through a sentence.

"Don't worry, Miss Darling." How did he know my name? "I will pretend I didn't see anything, however it will be very hard." He smirked, shooting me a wink. I blushed again, and felt a rushing feeling through to my sex as he did so. I shuddered, telling myself off for having such feelings.

"Sorry, sir, but who are you?" I asked, twirling my pen inbetween my fingers nervously.

"Well, Miss Darling, I'm your new boss." He grinned, flashing his pearly whites at me. My eyes widened.

I had just flashed myself at my boss.

Great.

"Mr Santo is my boss." I mumbled. Mr Santo was a great man, who never looked at me in a sexual way.

"Yes, he was. He retired, though. I'm his replacement, and son, Gregory Santo." He said, extending a hand toward me. I took it, ready to begin shaking it, when he pulled me toward him and put my hand to his mouth.

I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I could feel everything. His touch made me want to explode, and his lips felt like ecstasy on my skin. I had never felt this kind of raw attraction before, and it was for my boss.

"It's lovely to meet you, Mr Santos." I mumbled, my eyes meeting his. He stared right into my soul, making my heart flutter. It felt like hours before he finally released my hand.

"First order of business, Miss Darling. You're fired."

Rage filled my veins.

"What?! You can't just fire me!" I shouted. He grinned and I glared at him.

"Of course not, you've been the personal assistant to my father for the past five years. Everyone knows you, everyone associates you with my father. That's why I'm firing you, unless you can prove your use to me. You're firey, I like that. That's why you have a chance right now. Prove me wrong, Miss Darling." His voice was fuelled with so much emotion as he stepped toward me. No, if he thought I was going to have sex with him just to keep my job, he had another thing coming. I stepped backward, forgetting about the sofa. I stumbled onto it, and he chuckled.

"Organise a meeting on Monday with the directors. It's time to show these bastards who the new sherrif is." He walked into Mr Santos office, or his office, and just before the door closed, he called back to me. "By the way, you can keep your job. I like having the eye candy around."

In fifteen minutes, my perfect job had just gone to the worst job in the world.

Three hours later, I sat in the pub with my best friend, Veronica. I had explained everything, from start to finish, including exposing my panties. She had laughed so hard she fell off of the wobbly bar stool.

"Honestly Penny, you are so screwed. He is such a dick!" She growled. I nodded in agreement.

"I'd leave, but you know how much that company means to me. Anyway, I'm sure the directors will vote him out on Monday. There's no way they'll stand for his bullshit. He'll ruin the company." I commented, stirring the ice in my glass of gin and lemonade with my straw. She grinned, taking my hand.

"Well, at least it's Friday! Let's go get wasted! We both look hot enough to get into the fancy clubs." She grinned, dragging me away from the nice, quiet pub.