A Billionaires secretary

Chapter 3

Emma left work cursing her boss, he couldn't be anymore arrogant if he tried, he kept giving her more and more work and she wanted to prove she could do this job so she kept working and working.

She had been working under Mr Peters for almost a week. In that week she had learnt a lot about how
Things worked around the office. She was a bit of a loner she didn't go into the canteen or talk to anyone unless it was work related. The women all glared at her as she walked past them and the men sneered or just blatantly checked her out Mr peters himself had been strict and harsh, she rarely saw much of
Him apart from his morning coffee and the daily
Status report she delivered at the end of each day. Even then she was in and out of his office as quickly as possible.

She was exhausted and the fact that on Monday she would have to go and do it all again was a daunting thought. She had met a girl a few years older than her who also worked in the building as an administrator. Her name was orla and over the past few days they had gotten closer. Orla had been begging Emma to come out and drink for a night and eventually Emma gave in to the constant yapping. So now on a Friday evening she was standing just after a hot shower looking at her wardrobe wondering what she should wear to a club. She decided on a cute two piece. A rouched mini skirt and a crop top that she normally wouldn't wear but she felt it was one of the nicest outfits for a club she had.
She started on the makeup next going a little heavier than usual, fake lashes Smokey eyeshadow and contour to define her already there cheek bones.
She slide her feet into a pair of black fluffy heels just as her phone beeped to say that orla was outside with her friends. Emma grabbed a jacket and locked up her apartment.

The club was down town in the more popular part of the city a well known spot known as the club echo. There wasn't much of a que outside waiting to get in. But orla said something to the bouncer at the door and he let all 6 girls walk on in.

"He's my cousin" orla looked at Emma and laughed "you looked so shocked" she shouted over the music. Emma laughed "that does make sense" she shouted back. They headed straight to the bar for a drink Emma was grateful for a bit of liquid courage she was a little out of her comfort zone surrounded but sweating grinding bodies. She took two shots and ordered a double vodka coke after. Three of the girls in the group decided to go dance hoping to meet someone and Emma orla and a girl Gemma sat at the bar drinking and gossiping.
Emma found out that orla was gemmas girlfriend and they were talking about moving in together. The drink made them flirty and soon Emma felt that familiar buzz go through her veins and a confidence arose within her she told the girls she was gonna go dance and headed to the dance floor.

She started to dance on her own swaying her hips to the song that was playing Rihanna. She knew the song well and the drink in her system helped her get into the mood. She felt two hands rest on her hips and she didn't even turn around to see who it was she just let the drink and music take over her body and followed the movements of whoever was behind her. She started to grind against him  feeling his form behind her. He was muscular and his big hands made her feel small. They continued to grind and Emma felt the alcohols encouragement to seduce the heck out of whoever she was dancing with. He seemed more than happy to reciprocate.
After the song ended Emma grabbed his had not looking at him and walked them over to the bar. She ordered another drink turning to look at her new friend waiting for his order
"I'll have a beer thanks" the strangers deep voice chuckled as he watched Emma stumble a little over herself. She looked into his eyes they where pale and she surveyed his face why did he look so familiar? Ah well she was too drunk to care she twirled her long hair around her finger as she started to flirt with him. She always was a horny drunk.

"Your a good dancer" she giggled looking up at him
"Well your not to bad yourself babe really sexy moves" he grinned resting a hand on her waist. Emma took a long drink of her vodka before deciding he was gonna be her friend for the night.
"Thank you, I'm quite talented you know" she bit her lip stepping a little closer to him. Her head was spinning she never was so confident without drink.
"Aw babe I'd love to find out the others" he grinned a cheeky smile before leaning down and seizing her lips in a rough kiss. Full of lust. Emma couldn't believe her Luck a tall dark haired muscular stranger wanted her for the night.
Emma text orla telling her she had a ride home and left with the man. He had a driver and pounced on her as soon as they sat in the car taking her top off he ran his hands over her waist freezing.
"What's wrong" Emma gasped in between the kisses
" I can feel... I um.. maybe I'll just take you home tonight babe I'm wrecked" he mumbled pulling her top back down

Emma knew why, it wasn't the first time but it stung. Esther would tell her it was because she wasn't doing what she was supposed to. Her sister would gag and say She didn't blame him and her friend Courtney would try to make her feel better but not completely understand no one would. This was one side effect of her sickness and there were plenty more. She got home not looking at him but saying thank you, getting out of the car on shaky legs her head spinning a bit. Damn drink she cursed knowing there was more to it of course. She didn't even bother changing just curled up on her bed and cried herself to sleep like she usually did.