ONE
Kayla slid her too-high heels on one at a time before standing in front of the mirror and admiring herself.
She looked great, if she did say so herself.
Clicking her heels twice out of habit and excitement, she slipped her dress over her head. Today was her first day as Kevin Thompson’s assistant and she was not going to let him down.
Her promotion had meant a lot of things, including a new office and a hefty raise. To celebrate, Kayla had purchased a dress that was far too expensive and far too fabulous to wear to work, but that she fully intended to wear, anyway.
After all, a girl only lives once.
She wanted to make it count.
Kayla finished getting ready before heading out the door. She admired her modest house before slipping into the car and taking off for work. Not a lot of young women her age bought their own homes, but Kayla wasn’t like most girls.
She didn’t believe in waiting for a man or a marriage to get a head start on things, so she had applied for a loan and purchased the 3-bedroom beauty shortly after her 25th birthday. While the house was, quite honestly, too big for one person, she loved it. She could have guests over anytime she wanted and didn’t have to get a landlord’s permission to paint the kitchen cupboards if she wanted to.
Yes, Kayla Hart was her own woman.
And today, she was going to show everyone at Goodfax Associates exactly what kind of girl she was.
She pulled into the parking lot with fifteen minutes to spare, so Kayla spiffed up her makeup one last time before heading into the business office.
“Good morning, Gladys,” she greeted the elderly receptionist. Kayla’s heels clicked briskly against the marble floor as she made her way through the double-glass doors and down the hall to her new office. She was going to do a great job today.
She could feel it.
But all of those feelings went away as Kayla entered her office, slipped into her too-comfortable chair, and took a look at the stack of paperwork that was already on her desk.
"Good morning, Kayla," Kevin popped his head in the doorway of their adjoining offices. "Go ahead and jump right in. Holler if you have any questions."
As if sensing her feelings of dread, fear, anxiousness, doubt, and horror, he smiled.
"Don't worry. It's not as bad as it looks. Remember: only eight hours to go."
She feigned a smile as she glanced at the first sheet she had to work on. The order had more numbers on it than she'd ever seen in her life. Blinking twice, she wondered if the order was actually written in English.
Then she realized that it was, and that she was in way over her head.
Fortunately, Kevin was a great boss to work with. He was kind, generous, and flexible. He was patient. Most of all, he knew there was a learning curve, and Kayla didn't expect that he wanted perfection on her first day as his assistant.
What he did want was a hard worker.
Kayla was prepared to give him that.
As she continued working through the stack of papers, answering phone calls, and helping other employees with questions, she couldn't help but think about how much she would rather be getting fucked than be sitting at work.
It had, after all, been nearly two months since she'd had a dick in her.
It had been two long, lonely months of masturbating with her showerhead and pretending it was someone's tongue.
It had been hell.
As she twirled her pen between her fingers, taking notes and marking boxes on one particular order form, she thought about what it would be like to get fucked in her office at work.
Was Kevin a good lover?
Maybe.
Probably not.
He was nice enough, but probably fairly boring in bed. Then again, maybe he was a surprising lay. She didn't know. Too bad he had that gold ring on his finger. Otherwise, Kayla would invite him out for a drink after work.