Kellan
Groaning, I hit my head on the back of my chair. I still couldn’t believe the turn of events.
Yesterday morning I was frustrated that for the first time a woman left me without me having to get rid of her. I should have been glad that I didn’t have to deal with any drama, but I was annoyed… like… fuck! Didn’t I make any impression on her?!
Then, I saw her note… thank you… God, I couldn’t remember the last time I laughed that hard. I had a goofy smile on my face all morning until I got out of my car in front of my building. A hot redhead who had legs to die for was checking me out and that was who I was. I didn’t even need the words, she followed me to the depths of the parking lot, sucked the hell out of me and was rewarded with two mind-blowing orgasms. As I left her behind with a ridiculously satisfied smile I forgot the stranger… till she came into my office like a wet dream, promising an office fuck.
After all that, she was sitting behind her desk, next to my office… I knew I could fuck her again if I wanted to yet she was forbidden to me, now that she was my step-sister.
Stepsister, I snorted.
Brad, my failure of a father, was creating complications in my life without even knowing it.
I had nev
er fucked the same woman again, except Ruby, my “friend” from college. She was worse than me, she didn’t even spend more than three hours with the same guy. She loathed relationships so she and I were good for each other at that time. But after college I didn’t have the appetite to fuck same woman again. For me, there was only one night stands… without any commitment, any relationship ideas, even without names mostly. And once when I got what I wanted, I was moving on. Yet, now, knowing this girl is forbidden to me, I wanted to take her right then and there, again and again, whenever I wanted to.
Just the idea of it made my cock hard as a rock.
I shouldn’t have hired her. This was bad news, even my aching balls are clear evidence of it. But what other choice did I have? I needed an assistant, as fast as I could and other candidates gave me headaches with their egos and not enough passion for the job. So she was the best candidate who was available for this position.
Oh, how many positions I could think of her being the best in…
Fuck!
I wondered if I would be able to keep my dick in my pants near her… if my one-night-only-rule would save me against her… or if her being my step-sister would stop me…
Melody
I exhaled slowly, trying to understand what just happened. He showed me my new office in a professional manner, but then, he turned into an asshole –putting lots of files onto my desk ordering me to read them all today like he was hoping I would give him a reason to fire me and left the room, telling me to not bother him. And here I’d been, for hours, trying to finish reading these files like a good girl, instead of thinking how I fucked my boss, aka step-brother.
Are there any kind of rules in these positions?
Shaking my head, I continued reading the file about his current project, trying to absorb it all.
Maybe working here wasn’t the best decision, maybe we both should have talked to each other about that night and all… to clear the air. But no matter what I was happy to be here. Reading his current project about a music academy made me excited. Ideas for the design of the academy building were already running through my mind.
When I took a break, my neck muscles were taut and my back was in pain from sitting in the same position for hours. I realized I didn’t pay attention to my office because of the shock I felt. But finally, everything was hitting me one by one. My office was simple with white furniture, the high tech computer, silver colored office accessories. There was no color, but like the lobby there was no need for it. The sun was creating halos on everything, pushing them from one color to another.
My office phone rang when I decided to take a walk around the floor… to see what was where.
“Hawke Architecture, Melody Crown speaking,” I answered the phone, liking the idea of having a job after four months of boredom.
“Hello, Miss Crown. You must be the new assistant. I’m Ryan from the design department, on the sixth floor. Mr. Hawke told me to give him a call about the conference he will give to architectural team. Do you know if he’s still free to do so?”
“Hi, Ryan. Yeah, I’m new. Can you call back in five minutes so I can ask Mr. Hawke?” I said, trying to find some kind of schedule on the table at the same time. But the calendar was empty, no notes on it.
“Sure. Thanks, Melody,” he said and ended the call.
Standing up from my chair, I went to Kellan’s office, knocked the door and waited for his reply.
“What?” I heard him say from the other side of the door.
“Ryan called from the architectural team, Mr. Hawke. He asks if you’re still free to give them a conference,” I murmured, ignoring his heated gaze on my body.
“That isn’t a conference, it is a brainstorming sessions. And tell them to be here in ten minutes. Also, give Stacey a call to send some snacks,” he said.
“Okay, Mr. Hawke,” I nodded and turned to leave.