row it away on an office tryst.
I brought my hand to my core, moving one finger around my clit in circles and imagining him—my boss—doing it to me.
I knew he was forbidden. He was my boss. There couldn’t be anything between us. Besides, there was no way he would want me. He would never want a girl like me. He was too sexy, confident, and successful. I was just a plain girl, struggling to make something out of myself. I didn’t wear expensive clothes or drive a fancy car. Hell most days I took the bus. I could only dream about those luxurious places he probably visited on a daily basis, meeting highly important people. He was way out of my league. He probably dated rich girls—those with seductive curves in expensive dresses. Maybe he didn’t even date, after all, because he looked like a playboy.
Indeed, he was just a fantasy, but every girl had a right to have her fantasy, and right now, there was nothing wrong about wanting him.
I sucked my breath in, my sensitive clit swelling under my slow touch.
“Boss...” I pushed one finger inside my tight, hot pussy and imagined him without his clothes on. He probably had a sculpted chest and chiseled abs, considering the fact that he was built so thick. I just loved muscular guys, and he was definitely my type.
I began panting as I increased the tempo of my finger, the pressure building gradually in me and threatening to erupt in an intense orgasm. His cock was probably huge and thick—perfect for my small, needy pussy. He looked like he was made to make women scream in bed as he brought them pleasure. My thighs quivered as I got closer to my climax, and I inserted another digit inside.
“Grant, yes...,” I cried out, cupping my breast with my free hand as the water ran over me. I twisted my nipple, imagining Grant’s long fingers on it, playing with me as he brought me to the edge of orgasming. I would love to come on his cock... My juices poured out of me, sliding down my thighs.
My heartbeat raced now, the pleasure spreading through me more and more, and I brought another finger inside, stretching my pussy widely. His cock would definitely fill me completely and make me come continuously as he kept pounding inside of me.
“Grant!” I screamed, suddenly coming on my fingers, and leaned against the wall as I got lost in the waves of enormous pleasure that washed over me. I closed my eyes, convulsing strongly as the orgasm aftershocks passed through me.
I didn’t remember when the last time I came so hard was. After all the stress of prepping for this interview, I apparently needed a release. Or was it more than that? Was it Grant?
I clearly remembered the way my skin buzzed when we shook hands. He held my hand longer than needed, and it made me burn in anticipation, becoming overly self-conscious. I actually wanted him to continue touching me, feeling somehow disappointed when he’d let go of my hand.
“Madison, you’re really naughty.” I laughed to myself and continued soaping up.
I was proud of my shorter body compared to other women. It made me look delicate, which was something men loved a lot. For some reason, men really liked to be with a small girl, feeling overly protective of them. I didn’t mind that. As a matter of fact, I loved dominant men.
Despite my petite body, I had big enough breasts and butt to “compensate” for other non curvy parts.
I rinsed my hair and groaned when I remembered how I blurted out that thing about getting the best ideas in the shower. “Seriously, Madison?” That came out completely out of blue.
Also, the way I said it implied something different than its original meaning—something much dirtier. I noticed the way his eyes flashed when I said that, and in that moment I just wanted to disappear. That was definitely not something one should say to their potential employer, especially when they were young and as hot as Grant was. He must have taken me for some cheap, stupid blonde when I said that.
He reacted so calmly, reassuring me that everything was okay, and in that moment I was grateful for his patience. I really needed to watch my mouth around him.
I finished with my shower and got out, taking a towel to dry off.
No, I had to get more serious. I had to prove to him I was capable and professional. I would never make such a mistake again. I had to work hard and make it so that he needed me to complete the project.
I dried off quickly and went into my bedroom. I put my pajamas on and decided to start getting involved in this project right away. If I became familiar with the key players and learned everything that was at stake, I could be more efficient and show Grant he hadn’t made a wrong decision when he hired me.
I finished with blow drying my hair after ten minutes and went into a small room I’d turned into my office last year. It was simply furnished—there was only a desk, a chair, and a bookshelf. Its shelves were filled with real estate, marketing, construction and other technical books. I turned on the computer that was on my desk and sat down.
Now that I was so eager to give my best, I couldn’t sleep. I would probably look like zombie the next morning, but it would be worth it.
“No, scratch that, Madison. You can’t just appear there like some zombie. At least you would be a well-dressed zombie with full make up.”
Maybe he was just a fantasy and nothing more than my boss, but that didn’t mean I shouldn’t care about my appearance in front of him at all.
I opened my Internet browser and began to research about local health networks. I still had to hear about the full scope of the project, but for now I could see who was in the market for a new building. I was sure that if I gathered enough information about all of them—learning about their goals and areas of interests—I could estimate easier who would be the best buyer for this hospital. I also needed to study this market’s activity.
When I was in the real estate business, I was a good agent and had good future prospects. I had great negotiation skills. I made deals fast and knew how to connect a buyer with the right property.
Even though I was out of that business for a couple years, I still had what it took for me to succeed in Grant’s company. I could find him the best buyer out there.
I spent several hours in research, and it was way past midnight when I finally found the information I was looking for.
If I could sell Grant’s building before it was even built, he would definitely see my worth.